He is an ambitious young wizard who acquired a rare artifact and a beautiful specimen to become his servant: Serafall Barbatos.
~xXx~
From a very young age I have always been fascinated by the supernatural. My parents, bless their souls, had enough darkness in their souls to allow me to reap the knowledge they had accumulated without having to expose me to the gaping abyss of the supernatural.
Thanks to this many experiments my parents have done over the past four centuries, I was able to finish my first great sorcery at the tender age of thirteen. During that crucial moment, I cheated and went to bed with several youkai in one great and incredible ritual. They were moving through a small sleepy town in the interior of Japan, feeding on its citizens while escaping the radar of the local anti-supernatural leagues. Naturally, I presented myself as prey to them, before turning the tables with ease using the new spells I acquired from the lost techniques of Atlantis. I held them hostage in exchange for the power and favors of their ilk. So, after the negotiations, I made them submit fully so that they would gladly call me "Master", allowing me to use them as my permanent servants who helped me from then on in my investigations. Thus sufficiently equipped with new servants, I traveled the world, accumulating wealth and knowledge as I walked, exchanging the relics I had acquired in my explorations with other magicians or supernatural organizations like the Church and the Red Hunt. When I reached my full magical maturity at age 19, I was a full-fledged wizard, muscular and strong, with an imposing height of about eight feet, three dozen servants to meet my worldly needs, and a handful of servants. supernaturals of medium strength that served me in the shadows.
Thanks to my continued efforts, I was eventually able to discover the location of a legendary artifact that supposedly had dominion over Angels and Demons: the Ring of Wise King Solomon. I discovered its existence in certain ancient texts that were stolen from the underground vaults of the Vatican in Rome, and mysteriously fell into my hands, and found its supposed effects intriguing. I knew of the existence of Angels and Demons, and the Fallen Angels, plus the old war they fought a long time ago. There were also the Devils who were wandering through Hell that was sealed by the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. These creatures were among the notoriously difficult to overcome, and it was foolhardy for any ordinary sorcerer like me to ensnare even one of them without support. And if someone acted alone, like me, acting like that would be suicide. But the Ring of Wise King Solomon presented a unique opportunity.
The search for this was more tedious than harrowing, I had much more difficulty finding a suitable sacrifice from my lot to persuade the guardian to give me the item than actually finding the aforementioned guardian. Fortunately, one of my servants mistook her attraction to me for "love" just for my constant long sessions of sex with her, and happily offered her services. Of course, I wasn't so cold as not to regret his sacrifice, but I also didn't interfere too much with his decision. However, even with the item in my custody, I was still reluctant to use it, even after running my best tools. scrying and spells to determine its nature. Pride, greed, and impulsiveness have always been a curse to the foolish wizard who seeks to use such power, and I was not the type to add my name to that list of pathetic and unworthy wizards.
So first I dove into the forbidden magic of demonology, first summoning common demons, mischievous creatures like Imps, with little power. They responded well to the Ring, which was very promising. So I started to prepare myself for the only ritual that would bind a stronger Demon to me. I will not say how far I pursued this goal, only that much blood had been spilled, and so perhaps the higher powers of fate seemed to smile on me that day. For I was not able to summon any demon, no, this was a particularly high demon in the Fiend hierarchy, born of ancient blood, of a great clan, powerful even during the era of the Great War. And best of all, she was simply magnificent, a beauty in her own league so to speak.
"What's your name, Demon?"
I asked in a firm tone of voice and pressed the Ring hard into my pocket. There is no point in showing such an item to someone who is determined to destroy it so easily.
The woman trapped within the crimson summoning circle was beautiful, her beautiful face immaculate and impassive, her hair a glossy black, with a voluptuous body, stout bust, and wide hips. Her fascination was a cool beauty at first glance, which reassured me, as I was used to these personalities. Then again, I remained cautious as this was still a Demon after all.
"Serafall... Barbatos..."
The Demon introduced as "Serafall Barbatos," she said, her voice trembling. Also, she was wearing a maid's outfit, which was really weird since I only made my maids dress in it when I made them act out my own fantasies, on other occasions they could wear whatever they wanted. Her socks were white and I could clearly see the garter belt set under her ruffled dress. Surely she hadn't already guessed my own impulses and had already prepared her dress? Or was this just a spell, unique to demons, that allowed them to put on an illusion that only affected viewers?
"And why are you wearing this?"
I asked.
"Me ..."
Serafall gritted his teeth. She was strong, then, to be able to fight the Ring's will.
"It's a hobby... mine..."
"Oho…" I muttered happily, rubbing my chin in approval, pleased not only by the revelation of that fact, but by the fact that the Ring worked well. "So do you like this role? Playing the role of a servant? Tell me, have you ever used it sexually?"
Serafall's eyes widened. She frowned. "N-never," she said, vehemently, her emotions blazing. "Not even with my husband!" she gasped, covering her mouth in surprise.
I was delighted to hear the word "husband" and I was absolutely sure she saw the expression on my face. "I see… I see… any children?"
"He's…young I won't…" Her entire body shook.
"Well, enough of that." I said with a disdainful smile. Married, with kids, it made my whole day! My passions were ignited now. I had other plans for a powerful demon wearing my ring, but now it looked like I would use it to help break this married demon, to crush her will until she sang for me and only for me. "First, I will have to make a promise, and make it in the Uncharted Dark."
I took the ritual vows, the basic ones, actually, to ensure that the role of master and servant was never violated, on pain of death. Normally, it would have required a negotiation, but with the power of the Ring, she agreed to all the terms I set. With that, I turned off the summoning circle, freeing my efforts for other things.
The Demon immediately launched himself at me, drawing some kind of power that I felt, surging like a dragon from beneath the abyss. But I just watched coldly as she felt limited not only by the terms of the Contract, but also by the Ring's debilitating strength. Her body recognized me as Master and therefore would be completely incapable of acting against me until the end of time. She trembled, her eyes were wide and disbelieving, while her body refused to act as her mind wished. In time, mind, body and soul would be united under me, but for now, I moved closer to her and held her chin.
"You are mine now Demon." I happily declared. "This is your destiny from now on. Resign yourself to destiny and not your master."
After that I quickly took her back to my quarters, to be in a more intimate atmosphere. My servants had already cleared the path and prepared everything from the smoky, aphrodisiac incense floating through the room, to the scents and oils that were meticulously placed in every corner of the area, to hide and accentuate the musk of the sexual act, essential in seductions like these . In fact, Serafall, who looked like a maid, fit in very well among the luxurious furniture.
"Would you like something to drink?" I asked the Devil. "Any drinks, juices or snacks?
"Not." Her fists were closed beside her. "What sorcery is this?"
"Of course I will never tell you, my dear." I said shrugging, sitting up in bed. I struggled to unbutton and loosen my clothes, like I was getting ready for bed, but I wasn't really doing it, quite the opposite. "You better think more of the ways you can serve me better now Demon Maid. Running away is an illusion you'd better start forgetting right away."
"Mark my deadly words, I'll get out of this. And when I do-"
"Ah, now you've spoiled the mood." I said with a shrug, shaking my head in disappointment and excitement. "Now that requires punishment." I said quickly and pulled hard on the Ring that was in my possession, forcing a compulsion on the Demon. I spread my legs and then popped my cock out. His eyes widened, startled by my monstrous masculinity, fourteen inches of male flesh ready to ravage any woman. It took some preparation in my youth to achieve this, and it was one of my proudest creations as a great wizard. All my lovely servants have learned to love this monument to manhood in their own time, though at first they seemed to prefer that I not put it in any of their small, untouched holes. However, now, this misbehaving devil must be taught. And then, while she was still in shock, and probably dumbfounded and impressed by my manhood, I snapped my fingers and said, "Now come here and serve your master, maid. Your filthy mouth must seek penance."
"But it's so…" she took a deep breath trying to calm herself. "... great."
"Yes, yes, I've heard it all countless times before, woman." I said, snapping my fingers again. Unable to resist, Serafall quickly stepped forward and dropped to his knees in front of me. My cock cast a tall, intimidating shadow against her face with a puzzled look. "Do your best to give me pleasure."
Still showing me her glow, she nevertheless closed her fingers around my meat stick. I felt her hands shiver at the feel of my rough skin and the intense heat she radiated. She wrapped both hands around the base of my cock, and then didn't do anything for a while, just looking like she was mesmerized by my imposing flesh building. Eventually, she started moving her hands around, like she was starting a fire, while slowly and reluctantly planting kisses all along my length. It was very gratifying to see this high-ranking Demon worship my cock, even as hesitantly as she was, I could tell it was already a huge victory the moment she touched my cock. So I found her services a little shy, so I eventually had to slap her forehead with my length.
"Use her mouth." I said in my voice carrying a commanding tone.
"B-but I-" She looked at me like she said, I can't, it's impossible.
"Anything is possible with the right mindset, my little Demon." I said, making her blush at the degrading name. So I rocked my hips and made my length hit her head on both sides.
She sighed, then leaned back to try to accommodate my massive size. She tilted her head down until the flaming cock head disappeared between her lips.
"Mmnprggh..." I muttered under my breath and could immediately tell she had experience in sucking cock, by the time I stepped into the hot slippery interior, her tongue was already working to tease and caress her head. Then, as she continued to rub my base, she proceeded to spread her saliva along my length while concentrating on my head.
"Continues." I grunted. Tears bloomed in her eyes as I made her dip, forcing more inches of my flesh past her lips and straight into her reluctant mouth, her tongue trying desperately to follow my entrance licking my underside until I was a little less than half full, with my head now poking his throat. I could see the tiny muscles in her neck move as she tried to accommodate me, while I felt nothing but pleasure in cradling my flesh inside her hot, wet hole. I stayed like that for a while, enjoying the feeling of her silent struggle. Her long silver hair, once impeccably combed, now fell in loose, sticky strands of all her sweat. I was kind of tempted to just smack his helpless mouth and force all fourteen inches of me inside. But today I wanted to be served, not add more work for me. So I lay down and silently waved her on, as if to say, "Well now you know the reality of my cock, now help me."
I closed my eyes and felt the familiar tingles of excitement run through my body like tiny electrical shocks as her mouth desperately tried to work my monstrous length. With her hands, she smeared my full length with her saliva, and her mouth worked with her limitations to lick and drool all over my cock. She seemed reluctant, or quite unable, to fill my throat. Still, it made things interesting just watching her work, and her experience was such that she ended up getting an orgasm from me, unlike my less talented servants.
"Come on then, back to your mouth." I said.
Surprised, she only managed to open her mouth obediently before I dived in as deep as she could. Then my cum exploded.
"Close your mouth. If you spill, there will be consequences."
Adhering to my threat, her lips formed a tight seal around my length, forcing her mouth to stick out like a squirrel as more and more of my hot courage coated her throat.
"Mgrg Rhgh!" A wet, gurgling sound tore from her throat as she desperately struggled to divert my hot ejaculation into her gut to evacuate her full mouth. Was it because my load was too much to bear or because she was surprised, despite her experience, in any case, she made a choked sound, and drops of my sperm exploded from her nose.
"What a pity." I said sadly, but anyone could tell I wasn't sad, patting her head as she shook her head and sobbed. "And for that we must decree a punishment."
This punishment was simple, that she would hold the rest of my sperm inside her mouth without swallowing or spilling, or else I would use the Deal to forbid her to return to her home. And that, I knew, was a problem for her, as she could lose her powers and privileges, returning her to nothing more than a worthless and powerless mortal, at worst, entirely at my complete mercy. So it was in her interest to obey me.
"I admit your tenacity is truly inspiring." I said happily. "I will enjoy her service very much, Demon."
She looked at me with her mouth full of my seed while my maids giggled at the way she looked silly with her mouth full of my cum.
~xXx~
In all my years, I've never felt such humiliation. To be trapped like a helpless slave, chained to a rugged mortal with ravening greed and lust, the same individual that we demons wish to ensnare, and yet here I was, proud Barbatos, wife of Nathaniel Lucifer, enslaved, and there was nothing that I could do to escape. The contract he asked me to sign was made from the bones of a saint, which means the deadly hillbilly was well versed in the darkest arts in the world. Not even his death would give me freedom: if he died, I would be forced to find a way to resurrect him, even to my damnation.
I couldn't even run to my husband about it because how could I? Every day, early in the morning, I am forced to serve him, swallowing his stick seed which still held the dried essences of the many whores who had happily served him the night before. So if there are orgies during the day, I've been called in to help, even tending to their whores and their holes blown open to my fullest capacity. He wouldn't take the next step of violating me in his own right, but he had conquered everything else: my mouth, my breasts, my ass, and most importantly, my dignity. If I disliked him in any way for being "inadequate" or "lazy", his punishments are no less degrading than the previous ones.
When I'm finally free to go home, all I can feel is the horrible, awful weight of my mistakes like a kind of choker around my neck. When I talk to my family, my son, my husband, all I can remember are the strong, burly arms around my shoulder, the feel of his deft, rough fingers on my skin, and the horrible, dark feelings that always arise. that he grabbed my face and stuck his rough tongue in my mouth. The guilt was sometimes too much to bear, and inevitably I fled back to the human world, to his home. For him. As horrible as it was to live under the weight of his service, at least I would not tolerate the innocent, unconscious faces of my loved ones, knowing in my heart that I remain impassive to them at all times.
And I could feel that he knew my thoughts every time he welcomed me back, even inviting me to a simple relaxation session by the pool. There he would train me with my knowledge of the supernatural. The sly bastard would soothe me with a false sense of security before suddenly doing something surprising, like kissing my cheek or brushing his hand down my back, or grabbing my hand in his. I could only shudder each time I'm caught off guard, as I could just seethe with his knowing smile, as if he could lurk into the depths of my depraved and corrupted soul. Hell be damned, but I was holding back his every word and acting like an innocent and in love virgin, and I could only watch as he shyly ripped away all my stout walls until he could grip my vulnerable center in his sadistic hands.
It took me long enough that I was nearly half a year in his service, and then my torn feelings and frustrations turned into something I dreaded seeing released from within me. It felt like something was breaking inside my head. For why would the proud Serafall Barbatos assume her Master's duties with joy, with enthusiasm, rule the Master's harem as she had done Nathaniel's? The servants looked at me now, with fear, reverence, and adoration, and rarely did the Master publicly rebuke me with a punishment. I was the foreman now, meting out punishments as I saw fit. And yet he deigned to consummate their relationship, which had nearly violated his marriage vows and left him a lifeless shell. My infidelities were now many.
Curse you! Curse you! Why was he still holding back? Curse you! Just fuck me!
"Something on your mind?" he asked curiously from beside me.
I tilted my head. "Nothing, Master."
"You've been staring at me, and it's been a while." he said while holding a vial of liquid. "Although flattering, it's a little worrisome, especially since I notice there's no hint of hatred in your gaze." He turned around with a small smile. "Instead, it's gratifying to see something… more. What's my little Demon? Don't you have anything to say?"
I couldn't face him. I turned around and felt the gaudy sense of defeat as I did this. Old Serafall Barbatos would have stood her ground, would have challenged him even an inch. But now she has given in, like a beaten dog.
"Don't smell the scent of a bitch in heat. I wonder if he's one of my servants, floating on…" He muttered under his breath. "Or could it be coming from an unlikely place? I wonder about that..."
My entire body shook while I was totally overcome with shame.
"My little Demon." He said. "You know what to do. If your heart has finally seen the light, then you know what to do."
Filled with an indescribable sense of longing and loss, I raised my trembling hand. Tears filled my eyes as my family's flashes left me just like the leaves blown by the wind. My forefinger and thumb came together, slowly, very slowly, as I intensely felt his presence so close, as I shivered at his hot, passionate gaze. Then, with a final sob, I gave in to my feminine instinct. I snapped my finger, and with that spell my entire maid ensemble disappeared in a flash, leaving me only in my obscene lingerie. It was just to tease Noelle Naberius, but now it was to introduce my body to a man who wasn't my husband.
"Great."
There came a whisper, and a delicious chill ran through my body. I felt like my mind was falling into an empty abyss, and my body now ruled where my rational mind failed. His hand caressed my neck, my shoulder, congratulating me on a job well done.
"Excellent, my dear. Now, I'm going to make you mine."
I felt her strong hands slip inside the elastic pantyhose to caress my ass, and I shivered at the feel of her rough skin against my own smooth surface as her fingers rubbed and pinched my buttocks. I gasped and closed my eyes, unable to fully believe or understand the huge step I had taken to get this far. Small voices in my head told me it wasn't too late, that I could still refuse. But my body refused to listen to any impulse and so, to my shame, I felt my legs instinctively part as his fingers began to probe lower between my cheeks, sliding underneath until he found my slit.
"Mmmppphh..."
My shoulders tensed as my lower lips parted and he quickly slid a finger up to caress my slit, which slowly straightened as he continued to rub there. Excitement gripped me as he explored my sex, and my knees started to wobble. Before I knew it, I grabbed his body for balance, which was the wrong thing to do with someone intent on breaking you. But before I could correct my mistake, the bastard had already used his hand to get my panties off, pulling them down over the thick curve of my ass until it settled level with my thighs. Then his big, strong palm covered my belly button, the heat spreading over his skin, before moving down toward my groin. He slid between my slightly parted thighs and parted my lower lips. His hand forced its way between my legs and began to touch me, using long, gentle strokes along the entire length of my slit then moving to shake and play with the parts of my pussy entrance that sent shocks. electric down my spine. I slammed my head against the wall, biting my lip to stifle the moan of pleasure that left my mouth. His fingers traveled all over my inner lips, pulling, prodding, probing until he returned to my clit, which now throbbed with desire.
"Don't just be silent, little Demon." He whispered softly in my ear. "Let it all out."
My knees trembled uncontrollably as his exploring fingers reached that spot, the sensitive nub of my swollen clit, and began stroking it quickly. Not even my husband had abused my pussy with just his hands, and this man was reducing my jelly with just his fingers? I'm just too speechless to say. Before I knew it, a silent shiver ran through my entire body, the unmistakable signs of an orgasm. My thighs gripped his sinuous hand tightly. Small drops of my juices fell to the floor, proof of my surrender. "Pffff...hah...hah..." I could only moan and sigh, my shame at a critical point.
"That's good... Very good my little Demon." he said softly as he stroked my head. "Remember, you have nothing to fear from me. You can be as loud, as shameful, as passionate as you like when you are with me. I will treat you well."
Saying that, he grabbed my wrists and led me to his quarters, his hand still firmly rooted in my wet crotch, pulling me forward with my panties bunched around my thighs. I stumbled forward like an invalid and had no choice but to hold onto him for balance, tying my will, in essence, to his guidance. As soon as we walked in, he turned me to himself and kissed me. To my surprise, he was gentle this time, pushing his tongue against mine with a quiet but gentle insistence that spoke of nothing short of romantic passion. In my delirium, I responded eagerly, exchanging swipes with his tongue like an ordinary slob. His long muscular arms encircled my body. He planted tiny, vibrant kisses all over my neck, making me shiver with the myriad of sensations. He pinched my skin affectionately, leaving small marks. He cupped my breasts, still hidden behind the fabric of the lingerie, and slowly kneaded them over the sequined fabric. I moaned at her gentle touch, feeling a fire stir in my insides that I hadn't felt in a long time. To think that it would be this perverted scum of the earth to attract these feelings from me was insulting enough, but I'm a little better for succumbing to it, for feeling the thrill of being young, of exploring new horizons without fear or without thinking about the decorum or in consequence.
Before I knew it, he had deftly ripped my bra off, finally exposing my breasts to his touch. He'd seen it many times before when he'd forced me to serve him with this pair, but there was a certain thrill now in letting him undress me slowly, exposing my unfaithful self to him. He played with my twin peaks, which had never budged in all my years, flicking and pinching my nipples as he gently rolled them over with his fingers with the same intensity he'd done to my clit. As if remembering that fact, he pulled a hand down over my belly button to return to my soaked piece. His fingers spread my folds wide open, one finger flicking quickly over my clit. "Mhm… Ahhhhhhhhh… Damn… You!" I cried, unable to contain the plaintive gasps from escaping my treacherous mouth.
"Sshh..." He scolded me. "Don't be afraid. Let it all flow. Let your passions guide you."
It certainly wasn't me. No, no, that couldn't be wise, proud Serafall, mighty Barbatos. I was just an observer, to this other woman being played, caressed, molested, fingered, seduced; the hand of another man other than my husband being shoved between her legs, and another grabbing her breast, his deft fingers delving deeper and deeper into her helpless grip. Her fingers fumbled around my entrance, making me shift, spreading my legs wildly until he could drive his lone finger into me. Then, I felt the familiar sensation of being stretched as a second finger, then a third, pushed its way into my inner folds, leaving me breathless. All three fingers inside me felt thicker than anything I'd had before, and that was already a worrying sign. Then his fingers curled upward, right over certain pleasure points on my body.
In the next moment, I clung to him as my legs literally gave out, dots dancing in my vision as a second wave of orgasm coursed through me. Unbelievable! And was it just this contact? He kept his fingers firmly pressed to that spot inside me as I shuddered against him, leaning so heavily into his body that he might as well have been carrying me right now. But he didn't seem to mind. "Here we go, my little Demon." he said, his voice warm and comforting. "Don't worry, I got you. I won't let you fall like that."
He laid me down on the bed and started taking off the rest of my lingerie. I held him still, gripping him tightly as his fingers continued to press against my pleasure points, causing my pussy to evoke an endless stream of juices. Then he crushed his lips to mine, his tongue tangling possessively against mine as he began to push his fingers in and out, always coming back to that nice spot. Although my orgasm was barely over, I felt like I was on the verge of another. The twin sensations were so overwhelming that my feelings of hesitation and shame only served to add to the guilty pleasure that swept over me like a tide. Then he positioned his hand like that, pushing his fingers forward, his palm splayed against my engorged entrance as his thumb stroked my clit mercilessly.
"Ahhhhh… Ahhhhh… I'm going again!"
The third climax. My mind was full of him, even as he held me trapped under his tongue and fingers, the room echoing with the wet slapping sound of him touching my slutty. For a long moment, I just sat there, absently staring at the ceiling. The almost simultaneous orgasms left me in a long haze of pleasure and satisfaction, leaving me just adrift in the sea of her consciousness. Then, when I came back to myself, I found that his hands were gone and his lips too. Instead, hovering above me was the one thing that had haunted my dreams since the first time I drank his tip sperm and was forced to drag it into my mouth for an entire day as punishment. His tall, muscular form loomed above me, like a conquering shadow ready to take its prize. Here I was, the married Demon, my legs spread wide, my pussy prepared for his use. And I did nothing to stop him as I watched him maneuver his erect, monstrous flesh against my humble body.
Instinctively, I reached out my hand as if to protect myself, but all it ended up doing was my fingers brushing his overheated, steaming length. He shivered under my touch and it made him moan in appreciation. I hesitated, mortified that I'd come to this point, but my hands wouldn't listen to reason and instead took its length completely in my hands and gave it a quick tug, as if I was bracing myself.
He chuckled softly, as if he were with my enthusiasm. "Hold on, little Demon. I'll make sure to give you my love soon." He knelt between my thighs and spread them further, then moved to straddle me, his hot piece of flesh positioned above my slippery pussy. I knew he was moving into a position that would allow him to penetrate me for maximum effect, such a thought brought an emotion of anticipation to my mind rather than the natural hatred that should have existed.
"Now here's the problem." he said softly as he trailed a finger over my cheek. "This still needs to be your decision, my little Demon. You can still refuse, and we can try this another time. I won't punish you for this, so don't be afraid of it. What will it be?"
Bastard! I wanted to strangle the man, for pushing me to this limit, and then do this maneuver at the very last moment. It was like him to do something like that, take things as far as he could to torment me. I could refuse. I could do that. But a Demon like me was well aware of the strength of a person's desires, especially when my body was so willing. My body had fully submitted to his dominance, and there was no better proof than my soaked pussy, which still leaked my juices for all to see.
"We will?"
"Do it." I said through gritted teeth. I spread my legs wider, for the man who would fuck me and free me from this special hell. The voices in my head, the ones that whispered of obedience and loyalty to my husband, were silenced by the loud, primal howl of a woman in the grip of terrible lust, cursing me forever. "Do it, dammit!"
He forced it, but oh, he was so deliberate and slow about it, parting my folds easily but slowly, pushing by mere inches and keeping me on my tiptoes as he clearly savored my expressions. I glared at him as hard as I could, annoyed that he could still be such a bastard about this. My entrance was already trapping the few inches of its length that were already inside, wasn't that enough? What else was needed? Just as I was about to protest, he pushed everything in with one full blow, making me gasp and moan, my eyes rolling to my head at the sensation of being filled by such a large, thick member, its tip reaching farther than it did. I've experienced it before, wreaking havoc on my brain. "Ack...hahah...Fuck! Damn...that!" I gasped.
"Haha, that's excellent. His cunt is excellent, my dear." He said. "You're taking it better than the others, which says a lot, just be proud about it."
"It's not…" I said, gritting my teeth, gripping the sheets wildly as my pussy clenched and moved, struggling to accommodate its monstrous dimensions. That was it. This was really happening. A new and unknown object was sheathed in my most secret place, an intruder I had voluntarily invited to rape myself had now completely connected our bodies, groin to groin; and finally concluded the pact of debauchery about which he was still reluctant. However, now, with half his cock buried inside me, there can be no mistake now. I had let him in; my infidelity was complete.
The memory of this moment, of the first forbidden penetration, resonated in my memories for the rest of my life, here lies the married whore on the bed, her legs spread wide, her lower lips open, its length piercing her, pressing harder and harder. at its core, stretching it like a piece of meat. And he was only halfway through. "No way…no way…" I said, looking over to where our hips met. A lot of her penis was still out. But I already felt so full, my insides gaping. This foreign body inside me pulsed hot and strong and it was taking all my willpower not to pass out from the effort.
"Oh yes, there is more, my little Demon." he said, shaking his head to himself. "Don't worry, it won't be anything you can't control, after all, the rest of them could take me pretty well...just a few tweaks here and there, but...Well, you're a demon. I am for sure. you'll be fine, right?"
"Hiiikkkhh!" I yelled as he pushed deeper and deeper inside. I could feel every ridge of his shaft as he scraped my insides, slowly but meticulously, pushing deeper into me. I struggled to cling to something, anything, and instead I just found his body; his thick, muscular chest that felt so comforting to touch, like a sturdy wall you could always count on. He was getting deeper and deeper, making me dizzy, drunk. I stretched my legs further, as if that would help accommodate his prodigious length, this wonderful man's flesh digging into my inner flesh like a spear, until he reached the far end.
"Did it hurt?" he said, pointing to my belly button. "Don't worry anymore it's over."
I saw that this was indeed true, my belly was now bulging, certainly from the presence of his cock now fully coated inside. It was surreal to see and even more to accept. It hurt a little; but oh it felt so good. The feeling of being dominated by a powerful man was intoxicating, and I didn't even feel it for my husband. There was something good about equal relations, but so alluring was the idea of being dominated, legs spread, my insides violated by a rude and brutal stick that recognized no appeal or complaint, that sought only to take from me everything I had. . I felt myself slip, shifting my outer skin like a snake as sensations ripped through me, stripping me of pride, dignity, identity, peeling like a knife with the apple until all that was left was my vulnerable, morally extinct core, physically voracious, emotionally compromised. As my mind raced to process everything I was feeling, the man I hated the most in the world began to move.
He started slow and hesitant, pushing all the fourteen-inch flesh of his cock deliberately through my folds, making me feel every ridge of his shaft. The feeling of being impaled on a particularly monstrous cock was new, as my mind and body continued to struggle to adjust to the continued presence of his cock. Then he pushed forward quickly, and a loud scream escaped my lips.
"Damn!"
Then he pulled much more slowly, making me shiver with pleasure at feeling something so big evacuate my body. Then he pushed himself inside again, so hard my head literally bounced against the bed.
"Guhhhiii!"
He smiled as he nuzzled between my breasts as he continued like this for a little while longer: imprinting the feel of his cock on me with each withdrawal, then shaking my mind with his sudden invasion.
"Haah... Aughhh...!"
Again he pulled, again he pushed. I choked and shivered every time. Again he pushed, repeating the movement. Now the pain that was there was gone, as if my body had fully acclimated itself to it. Gradually, his pace quickened and, before I knew it, he had settled into a rhythm that made him shove every inch of his flesh inside my pussy with constant precision, making my belly swell with his fat insertion, and without me feeling any discomfort for it.
"See? I knew you could do it." he said, as I started to gasp in pure pleasure, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly. "You devils are very tough after all. It's a woman like you is exactly the type that seems made specifically for my dick, Serafall."
At the mere mention of my name, stars bloomed in my sight as my heart began to flutter at his intimate address. I knew I clenched around him like a woman wholeheartedly approving of her lover, and any shame I should have felt was gone, replaced by the unbridled satisfaction at seeing my Master, my lover moaned as I repaid his cock with my service. fervent. He leaned in and whispered to me, "I'm going to fuck you now, Serafall!"
And he did it: harder, harder and harder, faster and faster, his monstrous girth and length carving a new tunnel inside me and practically ripping out every last drop of my pride and dignity as it sent shocks of pure delicious pleasure through. my spine. In time, I climaxed, almost before my mind could register, the wave of pleasure came, and I could feel my shivers rising as it reached me.
"Hoooahhhhh!" I moaned in satisfaction, totally overwhelmed.
"Excellent, excellent." He said, his rhythmic thrusts never stopped.
"Please... II-Please! No, ahh... Ahhhh!" I muttered through my teeth.
He smiled. "Oh, you want more. Of course, Serafall. Anything for my little Demon."
"Haaah!" I couldn't help but scream incoherently as his pace increased. A few moments later, I had another orgasm. I hadn't had an orgasm in a long time, and here the man was already squeezing several of me in less than an hour, and his cock no less. And to be honest, I had never reached such a glorious climax, but I shouldn't tell him that.
"What was that? Haven't you ever come like this before?" His voice asked in a bang.
"Eh, hyah?"
Strong, powerful arms shifted my position on the bed. He adjusted his angle of penetration, lifting one of my legs to hang over his shoulder for maximum effect. Then he thrust himself more aggressively into my cunt.
"Augghhh...!"
In this new position, he readily found his mark, able to stroke my swollen clit and then reach my G-spot and other sensitive spaces inside my cock. It was like an auger pumping over and over in an excavation, the mechanical movement combined with its energetic enthusiasm to give me endless pleasure. I moaned, the room filled with the obscene noises of his hips slapping against me: slap, slap, slap, like meat being tenderized. I came, again and again. Eventually, I lost count of how many orgasms I had. Trapped helplessly beneath his strongest, most virile body, I knew damn well I could overpower him if I wanted to. But escaping was the furthest thing from my mind. I clung to him as if he were the only refuge in the storm that raged over every part of my being, the maelstrom of pleasurable sensations that formed from our continual copulation, my surrender to his power. Our sweaty bodies melted together in the darkness of that room, each scorching moment spent in agonizing ecstasy.
"Hiyaaaahnnnn!"
Another climax hit me, stronger than anything before. Then another, more and more powerful, so intense I almost forgot to breathe. The horrible man grunted as he fucked me harder. My mind floated into a fog. I could almost imagine my battered pussy screaming at me as his huge cock stretched her fully with each deep thrust. The pleasure inside me moved in cycles: climaxing, then spinning again, never giving me rest. My newfound lover was a master at this, I realized. He had entangled me with his potent magic, now he was ready to completely bind me to himself. For every second he spent inside me, I felt complete bliss, like he was the missing piece I'd been looking for all this time. I looked up at him, at his smug, despicable face, as he looked deep into my eyes, this man who pulled my strings with only the slightest effort. However, it seemed that hating him was like a dream, from a lifetime ago. I enjoyed his touch, my hands gripping him, my thighs hugging his manly body, my pussy pulling him hard as if I wished we were complete. I delighted in being completely conquered by this man.
Faster and faster, he slammed his hips into me, making the bed shake loudly with his powerful thrusts. I felt him move differently, never slowing down, but there was a newfound despair that hadn't been there before. I realized he was coming. His blows grew wilder, stabbing me with little pattern, while his expression grew grim. I pinched him, gripping his back, his sides, his big meaty arms, then I wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him close.
"Hmmm...hahhhnnn!!!"
That was it. If my wanting to be fucked by him was my falling into the spiral of depravity, then his climax, raw and unfiltered, inside me was rock bottom. His imminent ejaculation was the culmination and, to my shame, my sex-crazed mind didn't even seriously consider it. I followed my body's will as it braced itself for another wave of pleasure that was about to explode. It doesn't matter that I was seeded by a man who wasn't my husband, nor by a human less. Contrary to expectations, my body wanted, I wanted him to plug my holes and inject semen in all the orifices of my body. His body tensed as the climax came. His cock got impossibly longer still, making my belly rise and swell even more. Then he sighed, his body shaking as I felt a burst of heat in my core, enveloping my uterus in a satisfying filling of his seed.
"Yes...yes...cum on me..."
A different voice quickly entered my ears. Wait a minute… was that my voice? I couldn't believe it. My hoarse throat could only whisper, prompting his ejaculation. He squeezed my groin, like he was trying to push himself as deep as he could inside me. My belly distended as his glans penetrated into my uterus, stretching it as he had the rest of me. His long rod of meat throbbed as he squirted more and more of his fresh semen. I felt like a woman carefully pregnant by a strong mate. A great wave of satisfaction swept through my mind, as if I was delighted to be nursed by a handsome, robust man, affirming my worth as a woman or, more importantly, as a mother. He deposits his virile sperm inside my fertile uterus, spreading my uterus, my cervix and everything else in its color.
This was the culmination of an act that took weeks to perform: my summons to his quarters, the swift and decisive actions he took to bind me to his service, his continual degradation of my morals and willpower, my submission to his seduction, and then now, in this moment, my body's languid acceptance of your life-giving seed. No matter how much I tried to deny it later, everything about this moment would last: if not in my mind, then in my body and certainly in my own spirit. No great spell or sorcery could undo this monumental betrayal of my husband. And no rationalization I'd ever come up with would make up for the fact that I'd done it voluntarily, not for this perverted mortal scum, but for my own selfish desires for pleasure. At that, eventually, his seemingly endless pumping ceased, and he remained there, motionless above me, his face inches from mine. My body was relaxed under him, protected by his strong, fit body. My legs were spread, my gaping hole leaking our combined fluids to contaminate the sheets. I couldn't even close my legs to hide my shame, not that I wanted to. It really felt like I belonged here, below him.
I could feel the heat spreading from where he had planted all his seeds, and it felt so right that it took me a while to realize he was rubbing that spot on my belly button gently.
"I'm happy. I hope this one works." He fixed his eyes on me. I blinked, intrigued by what he meant. "But then again, we have all night to guarantee that."
My eyes widened, finally understanding its meaning. "Which?"
"Of course, as my little Demon, you also have a duty to bear me strong children, right? Good, strong heirs we can both be proud of."
"But...that's-" My voice sounded weak and tearful, far from the Demon I should be.
"You still look unsure. All right, let's work to make sure our child is conceived today."
This was crazy. I raised my hand in an attempt to block him. To push him away. It had been nice just being his whore, his slave whose holes were for his exclusive use as sexual relief. But to think he would actually turn me into his equivalent of an incubator for his children? And yet my body couldn't act. I was tired, yes, but that wasn't all. My body was unconsciously ready for him. After hearing his words, she prepared to accept his proposal: to truly give birth to a son to a man who deserved it by conquering me. This was the call of a woman in her prime, her primal instinct to mate and produce healthy, strong young men for the next generation. The emotion came back to my mind, making me crave such a position.
Oh dear, what am I supposed to do?
Nobody answered. I was here, alone, with no one to help me. My only help was the vile man who brought me to this point. And in the midst of my despair, who else could I turn to? I was already contaminated. What was complete submission to your selfish desires?
My son... yes, they would be strong with your seed. He turned me away from him. He caressed the back of my neck, caressed my skin and then straddled me.
"Ready little Demon?"
"Mmnnn...yes..."
Three times more he would come inside me in the hours to come. Those were the most wonderful moments of my life. And somewhere between the first and the last, my Master's seed took root, giving rise to something wonderful.
~xXx~
Of all my servants, Serafall turned out to be the most durable, perhaps mainly due to his demonic heritage. Not even the pregnancy smothered his sexual capacity, serving me out and under the sheets with the same joyous enthusiasm. Since her successful pregnancy a few months ago, she had lost her wary expressions around me and freed herself from her ravenous appetite for sex. Austere and wanton as a young damsel in love, her transformation from stern devil to certified succubus was a welcome sight, especially when she was the first of my girls to actually acquire a healthy baby belly outside of the times I cradled them in mine. long cock As such she was elevated from simple maid and accomplice to unofficial consort, not that I set the rules as such, women were weird. Still, that didn't mean our flirting would end there, she was as desperate for my cocks as I was for her main body, and not even her current pregnancy could curb our passions.
"Hunnhhh... Haaah... Hunnhhh... Yes... So good... So good..."
Today was an orgy to celebrate my discovery of a powerful implement that I managed to invent. My other servants sat and watched as I fucked Serafall in full nelson position while she faced a mirror. My arms looped under her raised knees, so my hands clasped behind her neck kept her head fixed on our joined genitals, as well as the mirror where her violation was on full display. I felt nothing but sadistic glee as she writhed above me, her face looking embarrassed by her shameful expressions but secretly unable to deny the pleasure etched into her body.
Currently, I was using my new invention to fuck them all, just like I was now doing with Serafall. Two cocks grew from my groin, each, of course, still connected to my engorged balls by a clever mechanism, ensuring both rods were fully equipped to tack some hookers' insides with my cum. They were meant to fuck my girls in the ass and pussy at the same time. None of the others watching were able to absorb them both without running out, all except Serafall, who took it all with remarkable ease. Still, it felt like she had to go to great lengths to maintain her conscience, maybe even her sanity, as my technique remained unchanged despite my dick essentially splitting in two. Each of my boys was still fully capable of putting them in stupid smoking heaps, and two at the same time apparently was too much of a stimulus.
She still had a stunned expression on her face when I jumped her on top of me, fully plowing all fourteen inches of my two cocks into her intestines. While I fucked her, she kept mumbling incoherent things. Soon, her plump breasts, nipples darkened and swollen from her pregnancy, leaked milk from her, and I watched as she dripped everything for me to savor as I continued to pound her. When I filled her holes with my sperm, I showed everyone in the room, and her, through the mirror, how I had made the Devil completely mine; not just through the baby growing in her belly, but through the new batch of cum that was now continuously pumping inside her ass and her cunt, causing her belly to swell to splendid proportions.
Serafall could only smile as her orgasmic spasms coursed through her.
The ritual of debauchery ended later in a splendid shower of congratulations as I sprayed my hot cum all over the fallen body of my two cocks, splashing her skin a milky white.
"Here is the biggest of my pets." I announced it to everyone else while I was above Serafall. "And she will bear my strongest children. My legacy."
All my servants applauded as expected of them, some even loudly applauded Serafall. As I walked away, Serafall rose slowly to her feet, surrounded by the palms of her companions. She walked to her small side chamber, while steadfastly avoiding the eyes of the others. The specter of shame still hangs over her, I thought quickly. However, I would let her contemplate her thoughts in private. I could give her that. After all, it wasn't like she wasn't mine already.
~xXx~
"Mmmnnnhhh... Haaah... Haaahh..."
A long time has passed. With her pregnant belly on full display, my precious Serafall sat on top of my lap, slowly pushing up and down my huge cock. Despite appearances, I could be kind when I needed to, especially to the woman who has already given me two children. Still, I locked her in a full nelson, which turned out to be her favorite sex position, as she carefully held the child to her chest.
The months were good for us, and fate blessed our union with two healthy children. The eldest slept in a bed beside us. The second, who had arrived a little over a year later, was currently suckling at her mother's tits, drinking delicious milk from her generous breasts. And the third, of course, was inside her womb, growing healthily at a steady pace.
It was clear that the Serafall of old had completely transformed into a woman who took on the role of mother to my children. She was spending more time here in the mortal world than with her family right now. She tricked those who knew her with spells I taught, disguising her pregnancy without anyone knowing. And of course her careless husband, who had his own harem to distract him, never asked for her, content to leave Serafall to her own devices. Little did he know that she already had two children and was on her way to another. If I had my say, she would continue to give me children in the days to come and be happier about it.
"Hi, can you hear me? My little Demon?" It would have been fine if she hadn't been listening to me because she was nursing our baby. But the truth was much simpler. She let the baby do her thing while her mind was completely occupied with serving my cock, her pussy, still remarkably tight after giving birth twice and receiving my cock for many nights, lovingly squeezing around me as she rode my hips. With her occupied in this way, she couldn't even concentrate on my investigation, meaning there were pictures I had placed on the table in front of us and I wanted her opinion on that. But she was totally immersed in the incessant upward movement of my hips and couldn't answer me, instead making sounds like cattle being milked.
"Answer me." I repeated my words. "Tell me about the busty little redhead."
"Hiii! Hyaaah! Haahmmm! Urgnnnn!"
"Answer me dear, or I'll stop it."
"Anghh... Pleeaase no... No, master...! Please give... Hngghh...! Yes, oh, yes... yes...! Give me... T-Ti- Team!"
"You know I could get bored with this."
With that forbidden word, her face changed, panic creeping into her expression. "Oh yes! Of course! Who are you asking, exactly, Master?"
"How feasible would these demons be? Are they more powerful than you?"
On top of the pictures placed on the table were several would-be Demons like Serafall, those she considered powerful and beautiful. With the success coming from the Ring of Solomon proven, I could go on to dominate other powerful supernatural beings. I was already switching to other types, but turned to Serafall for specifics about the Fiends.
"Hnghh... Yes... Everyone is powerful... But none can compare to you, my Master. They will all fall..."
I looked at a portrait of the busty brunette. "That… busty brunette, Sophia? Would she be a good slut like you?"
"Yes... Everyone cannot resist you, master... She will fall too, if you will. No woman can resist you: they will all fall, like me..."
"Um..." Of the group, Sophia Naberius seemed the most intriguing, only because of the fact that she was married, as Serafall had been. Although my summoning Serafall was an extremely random circumstance, one that I happily exploited for my use, I never intended to snatch a Demon if she was married to anyone. Still, it was fun to invade and corrupt Serafall's mind, pervert her sense of morals and turn her into a cock-hungry slut who blatantly hid her infidelity from those she knew. She would forever be the jewel in my collection, the only prize I would carry with me for the rest of my life, no matter how many more I added to it. Still, I could make a change. Sophia Naberius, the married woman slowly manipulated into prostituting herself for a mortal like me, would be another glorious spot at my bedside, but that wasn't my only option if I wanted to. My eyes went to the photo of the redhead. "And that daughter of hers…Noelle, right?"
"Yes... She is a promising young Demon... Brilliant and powerful, with lots of potential..."
On the other hand, picking a flower while it bloomed recently was also its own kind of thrill. It was essentially like molding a soul to my will while they were still young and impressionable, with malleable personalities. So the fall and transformation of the proud demon into a whore would be a constant progression that I would carefully manage, meticulously monitoring each stage and taking pleasure in breaking his prejudices and forging a new one in his place. No doubt the seduction would be easier too, with no burden in the way, and her relative youth was certainly a bonus.
Um... Decisions, decisions.
I decided to shelve this for later. Maybe I could even take them both at the same time, mother and daughter falling together... or even take all those in the pictures here. It didn't matter. All would fall the same way. Thinking so, I pushed Serafall's face to the side, where I planted my lips against hers. I thrust my tongue inside her and curled it against hers, reaffirming the unofficial "contract" we had made. She was my little Demon and I was her master. She readily, happily, sipped my saliva and returned the flicks of my tongue, and moaned loudly against me as I continued to kiss the beautiful Devil.
"You are mine." I said possessively as I broke the kiss. Her eyes glistened with tears and she nodded happily.
"Yes, Master," she said, sobbing.
Yes, she was mine, forever. There might come a time when she would formally break up with her husband, but until then, I would enjoy her married pussy for a long time. With that thought on my mind, I came inside my adorable little Demon, making her shiver with pleasure as I granted her what she desired. I looked at our babies, then at her swollen belly, and smiled.