Pixie Isobella

The man inside the apartment didn’t look like a demon…

Ever since succumbing to a demon curse, Serafina is forced to have sex day and night. During the day, she assists the local supernatural police force to subdue supernatural creatures. And at night, she is ruled by her her ‘guardians’ in the human world, the dominant demoness Valerie and her husbands.

Serafina knows her job well: she submits and lets the demons do whatever they want to her. The only silver lining is that she also enjoys it…

Have you read my erotic novel Serafina’s Gift?

When she receives a mysterious sex toy in the mail, Serafina is too excited to ask questions about who sent it… and why. But her gift bears a supernatural curse – and Serafina can’t stop herself from succumbing to its addictive pleasure, even as it awakens dangerous fantasies within her.

Desperate to fuck and be fucked, unable to say ‘no’ to anyone who wants her, Serafina soon realises she is in thrall to an ancient, supernatural power. She finds herself descending into a world of rough, degrading gangbangs – helplessly submissive to anyone who wants to use her.

And at the end of her path lies enslavement – as broodmare to a terrifying demonic force.

Serafina’s Gift is an erotic novel available on All These Roadworks or Smashwords. You can read Chapter 1 here!

Serafina’s Destiny: Chapter 2

[‘Serafina’s Destiny’ is a maledom femsub enslavement erotica with lactation, breeding and supernatural themes.]

The man inside the apartment didn’t look like a demon.

He looked like my dreams of a rich businessman who liked to lift weights and maybe rode a motorbike on the weekends.

He stood next to the window, looking down at the street twenty floors below. He was dressed in an expensive, hand-made suit — even I could tell that from across the room — with gold cufflinks and a fashionable haircut. He was well built, as tall as Marcus that I lived with, with chiselled cheekbones and a firm chin.

I swallowed looking across at him, as the door shut behind me.

‘So, you’re the fucktoy?’ the demon asked when he finally looked across at me, raising an eyebrow. ‘Your police are stupid. I know a lot about you, by the way.’

His voice was nice to listen to — melodic and rich. I wondered if that was how he lured women into his net.

‘I know,’ I said, gritting my teeth. ‘At least, I can guess.’

‘I can smell your master on you,’ he said. I wasn’t sure he had even heard what I had said. ‘I didn’t know he was hunting in this city, or I might not have moved here. Well,’ he shrugged. ‘He won’t mind if I bang you anyway, so I might as well do that before I move on. Now that your police have spotted me, it’s best if I go hunt somewhere else.’

‘You don’t look like you’re about to destroy this apartment block with your ravening, uncontrollable lusts,’ I said, wishing that everyone I met these days didn’t immediately talk about how much they wanted sex with me. ‘Why don’t we skip the sex part, and move to the part where you inform Inspector Harmer that you’re leaving his city, and then I can go home and sleep?’

The demon just shook his head, smiling across at me.

‘Not a chance, love,’ he said, grinning broadly. ‘I can smell your milk from here. You’re a luscious armful and you’re fertile. And your city authorities have handed you to me on a platter. I’m not leaving without tasting all of you.’

I blushed, my breasts suddenly feeling huge and exposed on the front of my body. I could feel hot trickles of milk occasionally dripping down my body, and I was so embarrassed that I didn’t have control over my own body’s functions.

Valerie had performed some magic on me to make my breasts larger and milk-producing, and they had continued to grow over the last months. Valerie’s husbands locked me into their milking machine for a couple of hours every day, morning and night, and while I had grown used to my new reality, I still wasn’t convinced that I liked it.

The demon moved across to sit on one of the generous lounges facing me, his legs spread casually wide and his hands along the back of the lounge. He crooked his finger at me and I walked across towards him, wondering again how I had come to this.

‘You can call me Lord Gaius,’ he said. ‘Or ‘my Lord’. It’s not my name, but it’s the one I’ve been using for the last few centuries among you humans.’

He said the word ‘humans’ as if he would say ‘sheep’ and I flinched. Valerie had said that the demons farmed and harvested humans like livestock. Apparently the demon who ‘owned’ me — who had sent me the enchanted sex toy, who had been visiting me in my sleep — kept dozens of women in breeding pens, producing offspring for him, to work in his factories, to guard him and to fight in the demon wars.

‘You’re not my Lord,’ I said, my voice trembling as I thought about the demon who ‘owned’ me. Who would come, eventually, to claim me.

Gaius smirked at me, running his eyes down my body. ‘Your master would expect you to show me respect,’ he said, sounding as if my paltry defiance amused him. ‘He’s taking his time claiming you. You must be special to him. I’ve seen his women, by the way.’

I flushed at his words, wishing he would stop speaking. I hated it whenever anyone talked about my supposed future as a broodmare in the demon breeding pool. Mostly, I survived by pretending it wasn’t real. Valerie and my dreams had told me that when the demon came to claim me, I wouldn’t have any choice except to go with him, and that terrified me.

‘I’ll make sure to visit him after he takes you,’ Gaius said, sounding relaxed and happy. ‘I’ll enjoy finding out whether you recognise me, once you’re in your breeding cage, his babies growing inside your womb and suckling on your teats. Many broodmares don’t remember much, not after they’ve been taken. Silly little cows.’

‘You’re horrible, I said, knowing that it was silly to antagonise him, but Gaius just laughed.

‘You’re an underbred animal,’ he said, still smirking at me. ‘I don’t really care what you think. Take your t-shirt off.’

Trembling with fury, wondering why I was obeying him, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, feeling immediately vulnerable standing in front of him in one of the sexy peephole bras that Valerie always made me wear. My oversize breasts had pushed through the generous holes in the cloth, of course, and my boobs were now fully on display, large as beach balls on the front of my body, the nipples already hardening in the cool air.

Gaius laughed out loud and clapped his hands in delight, before speaking again.

‘Your udders are glorious,’ he said, his eyes fixed on them. ‘Bigger than any of the breeders I have in my stable right now. Take that bra off. I want you naked.’

I flushed, feeling as though I was in a strange dream. None of the supernatural creatures I had fucked to date had been quite so lucid or intelligent.

The first creature I had fucked had actually been a police officer in Inspector Raven’s division who had been possessed by a demon spawn. The man had been restrained in the cells, unable to think beyond how unbearably horny he was. I had allowed him to fuck me for hours, letting him cum again and again inside me, his eyes mindless and his body desperate for sex until the possession had worn off.

Fortunately for me — or unfortunately — I was also similarly horny. So, degrading as it sounds, I had also enjoyed the experience.

The encounter had been followed by others.

The shaggy half-bear, half-man who had forced his overlarge phallus into my waiting body. He had taken some kind of drugs that had given him an overwhelming desire to fuck anything female, and the cops had delivered me to him while shepherding everyone else in the area away from his attacks. Most recently, there had been a sniggering satyr in an alleyway outside a club. He had penetrated me again and again up against a wall, his member long and forked, his hands cool on my skin while he rutted with me like an animal.

I whimpered softly to myself as I pulled my bra off, feeling the demon’s eyes settling on my large breasts. Suddenly, the last few months felt like an endless series of orgies, either long sex parties at Valerie’s mansion, or indecent, mindless fucks with supernatural creatures whose only goal had been to penetrate me, sometimes simply for their pleasure, sometimes with the hope of inseminating me.

The supernatural world that had collided with our own, thousands of years ago, was largely made up of male creatures, and so the supernatural entities lived to hunt human women, to mate and to breed. You are livestock, Valerie had said once, smiling down at me as she had walked past me in the milking machine. We would cage all of you but you breed too fast. Of course, she had grinned, that has its advantages as well.

‘That’s it, animal,’ said Gaius, his eyes drinking in my now naked breasts. ‘Bring those delicious udders over here. I want to drink from you.’

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Chapter 3 of ‘Serafina’s Destiny’ is here.

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