Pixie Isobella

‘Fuck, you’re good,’ Gaius groaned. His hips were between my upper thighs, and his hands were on my hips, and I knew he was going to want to be inside me shortly, and I knew it was going to be intense. Everyone said that being fucked by a demon would hurt…

Serafina is enslaved to an ancient demon lord… Forced to work for the local supernatural division of the police while her master ‘trains’ her as his broodmare, her days involve fucking one supernatural creature after another, all the while waiting for the day when her master comes to claim her…

Serafina’s Destiny: Chapter 6

[‘Serafina’s Destiny’ is a maledom, femsub enslavement erotica with lactation, breeding and supernatural/monster-fucking themes. Chapter 1 of ‘Serafina’s Destiny’ is here]

‘Please,’ I moaned against Gaius’ lips, and I didn’t even know what I was asking for or why.

I knew the demon lord wouldn’t listen to me.

Predictably, he ignored me, himself moaning straight into my mouth, his own desire rolling off him in waves. The demon drove his tongue deep into me, past my lips, hot and invasive as he filled my mouth. It almost felt like he was fucking my mouth with his tongue, while his hard, eager hands moved across my skin, owning me, possessing me even before entering me.

Gaius lifted his head for a breath and I heard myself begging again.

‘Please, my Lord,’ I whispered, shocked I could even formulate the words, unable to think beyond his barbed erection between my legs, waiting to penetrate me. ‘I… Please… You’re too big… You’re going to hurt me…’

‘Heh,’ Gaius grunted as his hard dick teased my pussy, feeling oddly silken and scratchy at the same time. ‘You’re polite at least. But if I had a dollar for every time a female animal like you has begged me not to hurt her,’ he chuckled softly against my mouth. ‘I started fucking human cows like you before humans even invented dollars,’ he added unnecessarily.

I got the picture. He didn’t care whether I wanted him or not.

His breath was hot and I moaned. It felt thoroughly unfair was I was so terribly turned on while he was being so cruel to me. I was even turned on by the thought of him fucking me again — fucking me properly this time, like a demon was meant to. Fucking me like my unseen, unwanted master had been training me to be fucked.

I knew my body was primed for demon sex now — and part of my reluctance may even have been a fear that I would enjoy it too much.

‘You don’t matter,’ Gaius grunted, pushing his shaft against my hole, still teasing me, showing me just how vulnerable I was. ‘You’ll scream and then you’ll get over it,’ he snickered softly, tightening his grip on my hips.

‘I won’t,’ I whimpered softly, meeting his eyes, trying to make him believe me. It was hard, because I wasn’t even sure I believed myself. ‘Please, my Lord,’ I whispered.

Despite the cameras, I felt as though I was alone with Gaius, cocooned in a heat-ridden world, where nothing existed except the demon lord’s eyes on me, his heavy weight above me and his hard, spined shaft pressing against my entrance — ready to enter and breed me.

‘I know you better than you know yourself, little whore,’ he grunted. ‘You’ll be begging for this eventually,’ he chuckled. ‘I’m doing Aurelius a favour by breaking you in early. I bet he’ll come out of the woodwork after this,’ he smirked, reaching a hand up to stroke down the side of my face, his thumb caressing across my mouth like a lover. ‘He’ll feel my pleasure through you and he won’t be able to resist.’

‘No!’ I gasped, horrified at the thought. I hadn’t even thought of that. ‘Oh please, I’m not ready!’

I was not ready for my demon master to appear and claim me. Everyone who knew about the demon master who had been ‘training’ me accepted as a matter of course that I would have to go with him eventually — to become his unwilling broodmare, fucked and impregnated until I had forgotten about everything except pleasing him and providing him with babies.

But I wasn’t ready for that.

‘I’m ready,’ Gaius grunted. ‘Fuck,’ he groaned, and then I was actually screaming, with shock and fear rather than anything else, as I felt him pushing hard against my entrance.

‘No!’ I begged, raising my voice even as I was embarrassed that Harmer and his men might see me begging the demon to stop. ‘Please.’

‘Heh,’ Gaius said again, grunting under his breath — a simple sound that expressed his utter disregard of anything I might have to say.

Then he tightened his hands on my hips and simply forced himself into me. My eyes widened and I knew my mouth was open wide too with shock as I felt his thick head — thicker than he had been earlier — stretching my entrance and driving into me, holding my tender channel open like an invader.

Gaius chuckled at my shock, his breath hot against my face.

‘I’m inside you, little whore,’ he grunted as if I didn’t already know. ‘If I pull out now, I’ll rip you open,’ he smirked and I yelped at the imagery. He was right, damn him. I could feel the sharp spines already prickling against my channel — ready to sink into me and claim me.

‘I’ll get right inside you,’ Gaius grunted, and I moaned with horror. ‘And then I’ll fuck you for a bit, and then I’ll sink my spines deep into you,’ he promised. ‘It feels so damn good when I fuck a broodmare like you properly.’

I remembered all over again Valerie’s long, terrifying lessons to me about demon sex.

They spear their shafts into their breeders’ holes and then they lock themselves into you, she had explained horrifically one night when I had been far too bratty for her liking. Imagine having a barbed erection buried deep inside you, while he delivers his seed. They love human women’s bodies — so soft and available and fertile.

Gaius laughed down at me. ‘I’ve broken more animals like you than I remember,’ he chuckled. ‘I’m going deep, darling.’

Despite his promise that he wasn’t going to pull out, Gaius hitched his hips slightly backwards for better leverage, and I felt his vicious spines biting into me, grabbing into my tender flesh as he pulled.

I shrieked, flailing underneath him while he laughed again in my face, the wild light of the hunt in his eyes. Then he was pushing deeper, shoving deep into me with two or three thrusts, each time his spines ratcheting against my flesh, impaling me.

‘Aurelius will do this daily,’ Gaius promised, a vicious pleasure in his voice at threatening me. ‘Until you’re so high with the toxin on the spines that all you can do is beg for more.’

I couldn’t believe I would ever beg for this feeling of utter invasion between my legs. His spines weren’t long and I could feel that they weren’t slicing into me like I had feared. It was more like they were impaling me, making themselves part of me — or making me part of him, I couldn’t tell.

I wanted to scream as he thrust into me again, and then again — each thrust deepening his intrusion into my body and simultaneously forcing the spikes deeper into the soft, sensitive flesh of my channel.

Suddenly, I understood why demon women avoided sex except for when they wanted it. It wasn’t the pain as such — I could tell that I was in pain but I was also riding a wave of endorphins, and it felt amazing even while it hurt — but the sense of invasion.

By penetrating me this way, Gaius wasn’t just pushing his dick into me, he was seizing ownership of every part of my cunt, forcing me to be his.

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Read where it all began…

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. Serafina finds herself descending into a world of rough, degrading gangbangs – helplessly submissive to anyone who wants to use her…

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It’s not a manifesto

I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. They are not an expression of how the world should be. Everything I write should stay in the hot world of fiction and play. It should absolutely not become part of the real world.

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