Pixie Isobella

‘I’ll tell him that I’m punishing you,’ Valerie said. ‘It’ll remind him that he’s in charge of you and that will make his dick nice and hard,’ she chuckled softly. While I seethed at her words, Valerie glanced at her phone, checking the time. ‘I must run, darling,’ she blew me a kiss. ‘Rest up well, Serafina,’ she smiled at me. ‘I do need you back on duty as soon as possible!’

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 11

[‘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]

All things considered, I wasn’t in a great mood when I climbed into Atticus’ car the following day.

He sat in the driver’s seat, as fashionably dressed as he had been the day before. He was attractive, I winced to myself as I acknowledged it. It hadn’t just been my overwrought state the day before making me imagine things. About ten years older than me, he had the perfect mix of self assurance and worldly knowledge that drew me to him like a flame.

We made only basic conversation as he drove me to the office. I wasn’t allowed to drive myself anymore, a fact which infuriated me. He didn’t raise his threat to fuck me ‘after the third date’ — whatever that meant — and I didn’t ask about it.

So far I wasn’t convinced he wasn’t worse than Harmer.

But at least Atticus wasn’t driving me straight to a demon-infestation like usually happened to me.

Instead, he ushered me into a simple office space with two desks, large whiteboards along the walls and even a small kitchenette and set of couches.

‘This is our little pied d’a terre,’ he grinned at me as if we were just regular work buddies. ‘Coffee?’

The day started and it really did seem more like a usual work day than I had ever had since I was forced to give up my day job. Atticus and I pored over maps of supernatural events, mapping how the large number of supernatural disturbances had grown over the last few months.

Let me explain. Most supernatural creatures keep themselves to themselves. Of course, they do. They know they’re outnumbered by humans and that humanity could probably wipe them out if it chose to — with the possible exception of the demon lords who no-one actually knows how to properly contain or kill.

But they’re drawn to places of power. Usually they just cause breaches of the peace but when they really lose control, they’ll fuck anything in sight. Enter me and other women like me — or mostly women anyway. We can fuck them without the consequences experienced by other women and once they’re sated, they become easy to control and remove from the disturbance that caused them to lose their control in the first place.

‘Something is stirring up the creatures in the southern part of the city, in particular,’ Atticus drew my attention to how recent outbreaks had all occurred south of the river, centring in working class and industrial districts.

‘Poorer people don’t have the same resources to complain as wealthy people,’ I said.

My old apartment had been in that area — despite the luxury of Valerie’s estate, I missed it, and my old, real neighbours who did real jobs and didn’t live in luxury mansions and host decadent parties every night. I was feeling particularly grumpy with Valerie today after her promise to give me to her not-friend Mr Forster as a play-thing for a morning’s entertainment — as if I was just a party toy.

‘And they’re already over-policed already,’ I added rather bitterly, still regretting my old district and old life. ‘The supernatural division might not even be called in if the local cops can blame drug users or local kids,’ I shrugged.

‘True,’ Atticus agreed with me, surprising me. Actually, I was finding him a pleasant companion — not talking over the top of me, actually looking at my face when I spoke and seeming to listen to me. ‘You think it’s a deliberate decision to stage the outbreak there, then?’ he asked me. ‘And not the result of some environmental factor?’

I shrugged — how would I know? I didn’t know much about demons and other supernatural creatures, even if I lived with one and fucked others daily.

‘Do you know how many demon lords there are, spread across the globe?’ Atticus asked, twirling a pen between his fingers.

I shook my head. ‘Valerie said there might be five or six on this continent,’ I said, reaching my hand for my coffee.

It had gone cold while I worked, like it always did. Whenever I started concentrating on something, I would always forget my food. I moved back to the kitchenette to make myself a new one at the expensive coffee machine there. It must be Atticus’ own machine, I had decided, there was no way other officers were provided with one this nice.

‘She’s the only female demon on the continent,’ I added.

‘About twenty or twenty-five, worldwide,’ Atticus agreed. ‘So… Unusual wouldn’t you say, to find two demon lords in the one city?’

‘Two of them?’ I asked, watching the sugar dissolve as I stirred. I didn’t usually have sugar but today I was feeling stressed. ‘Gaius…’ I said meditatively, not liking where my thoughts were going. ‘You think he’s here?’ I asked, deliberately not looking at Atticus, my face burning red hot as I spoke about my so-called master.

‘I think he’s always been here,’ Atticus agreed. ‘Oh, maybe not when he first sent the toy to you,’ he said, making me flinch at the memory.

Why had I been so stupid as to use a sex toy sent to me out of the blue?

‘But once he felt you falling so strongly under his sway, he’ll have moved here for sure,’ Atticus continued speaking. ‘To keep an eye on his investment,’ he murmured, turning back to the map. ‘He fucks you nightly?’ he asked, using a sharpie to draw lines between outbreaks.

It’s none of your business, I thought, although it kind of was his business. Demon lords were the most dangerous of the supernatural creatures — the first and the oldest and the only ones we knew of who kept human woman in large breeding harems — and I was the only person we knew of who had a connection with him.

With Aurelius.

Just thinking the name made me feel weird. I had gone so long without knowing his name and then Gaius had just blurted it out as if it was common knowledge.

‘He doesn’t fuck me,’ I said bitterly, still not looking at Atticus. ‘He just… Turns up in my dreams,’ I added quickly. ‘We have… Dream sex,’ I explained, flushing, wondering how he even knew about that.

I certainly hadn’t told anyone else in the supernatural unit. I guessed Valerie had probably told him — I knew she and her two husbands gave regular reports to the police on my behaviour and it would make sense that the reports would go to someone with Atticus’ seniority.

‘At least,’ I continued. ‘I assume it’s with him. Gaius looked human but the thing in my dreams…’ I trailed off, still stirring my coffee. ‘It isn’t human,’ I added, embarrassed to be sharing this.

I shrugged, trying to push my bad mood away. So what if a monster turned up every night in my dreams to fuck me? No biggie. I was tough, I could handle it.

‘You’ll wear a hole in that coffee if you keep stirring it like that,’ Atticus chuckled, pulling me out of my unpleasant reverie. ‘It mightn’t be real sex but I still think he’s here,’ he said. ‘It’ll be easier for him to enter you if he’s geographically close.’

I flushed at the crude word ‘enter’ even as Atticus kept talking.

‘They’re not all powerful,’ he said flatly. ‘We’d be overrun with them if they were, even with only twenty or so of them worldwide. Put some milk in that drink, Serafina,’ he said, ‘and come back over here.’

Serafina’s Destiny: Chapter 12

‘Put some milk in that drink, Serafina,’ Atticus said, ‘and come back over here.’

I obeyed him without thinking, only noticing afterwards how the simple order sent a frisson of excited energy down my spine and into my belly. Of course, every part of my life for the last few months had been about obedience — it was no wonder if I was learning to comply instinctually, even in simple social situations like this.

But what did he mean by ‘fucking me after the third date’? I thought grumpily as I re-joined Atticus at the large table. If he wanted to be good colleagues, he shouldn’t tease me like that.

‘What does it matter, anyway?’ I asked, looking down at the map.

I remembered most of those outbreaks. I had been there, of course, being used as a fucktoy.

There was the place where the satyr had fucked me, his two dicks inside me at the same time. And over there was the place where the shambling monster creature had pushed me up against a wall, my legs wide, planting itself into me with its hot member, rutting with me for hours, cumming again and again, until it was sated at last and my legs were covered in its slippery juices.

I hadn’t had a rest that day — the supernatural unit had driven me only a couple of blocks across the city after that to where a pack of twenty or so dogmen had rutted with me for hours, from early evening until nearly dawn, howling in their high, unintelligible voices as they came inside me again and again, endlessly seeking to breed with me.

‘And why is Gaius here?’ I asked, looking down at the place on the map where the demon lord had fucked me yesterday. I wanted to say that all these memories were painful and traumatic but I’d be lying — the intercourse, even with the shambling monster, even with the satyr and the dogmen, had been far too good to complain about.

I’d never had sex like that in my old life, I thought ruefully.

‘I don’t know,’ Atticus said somewhat sourly. ‘I’ve been following your case, you know,’ he said, not surprising me after his words the day before. ‘I would have said that you’re close to your master claiming you,’ he said, taking a long draught from his own coffee. ‘In fact, he should have taken you already. Usually, they claim their sluts much faster,’ he added. ‘But we don’t know much about Aurelius — he’s the oldest and the wisest. Their leader, to the extent that they have one.’

My face felt cold with sudden fear. Valerie had said much the same, although she hadn’t known who my master was at the time. That it was unusual for a demon lord to take this long to claim his prize. That he must be playing a deeper game.

‘Gaius came here because it was good hunting,’ I said slowly, picking through the pieces of the puzzle. ‘That makes sense,’ I added quickly. ‘At least, if what Valerie said is true. Humans exposed to high levels of supernatural energy are more likely to succumb,’ I said. ‘So… More supernatural attacks breed more attacks, as the monsters grow hungry. And then it’s a good hunting ground for a demon like Gaius,’ I added, sure I was on the right track.

Atticus nodded. ‘Aurelius can’t be happy about it though, can he?’ he asked, grinning across at me as if this was a game. ‘Gaius fucking you… Gaius moving in on his turf. We might be able to use that against him.’

I didn’t answer. I was pretty certain any advantage that ‘we’ obtained from that would come at my expense.

‘Did he fuck you last night?’ Atticus asked suddenly, his eyes on my face. ‘Your master.’

‘I know who you mean,’ I said sourly, not liking the question, or the intimacy with Atticus that would come about if I told him everything about my life. ‘And… No,’ I said finally. I was standing with my butt perched on the table, looking away, out the window to where a pair of pigeons were bobbing and preening in the sun. ‘He didn’t. He doesn’t always,’ I added vaguely, although it was honestly unusual for my master not to fuck me nightly.

‘I want you to tell me every time he does,’ Atticus said, the request making me grit my teeth.

‘But that’s… Private,’ I said eventually, feeling tears start suddenly in my eyes. ‘I don’t want…’ I let my voice trail off. I didn’t even know what I was trying to say.

‘Nothing about you is ‘private’, darling,’ Atticus said bluntly. He walked up beside me, perching his butt on the table, his hips alongside mine as we both looked out at the pigeons. ‘Harmer is right about one thing,’ he continued, his words seeming to hold me still, unable to walk away from him. ‘You are a public safety hazard, Serafina.’

‘I’m not!’ I snapped, wanting to pull away but feeling oddly compelled to stand here, with him perched beside me.

‘You are,’ Atticus continued, unrelenting. ‘You know you are.’ He paused for a moment. ‘There are two ways this can go, Serafina,’ he said finally. ‘The easy way and the hard way.’

‘What’s the easy way?’ I asked sourly. My coffee, excellent as it was, tasted cloying and unpleasant in my mouth. Dammit, I wanted my old life back.

‘The easy way is where we work together. Like colleagues. You behave reasonably, you stop snapping at me every time I open my mouth. I’ll treat you with respect too,’ he explained, his reasonable tone making me wince.

I was mad at him, so I just grumbled, feeling somewhat unfair even as I knew I was right. ‘I don’t think you know what respect is,’ I snapped, half under my breath.

Dammit, the man had threatened to fuck me. Since when was that appropriate workplace behaviour?

‘And you will tell me everything about your master,’ Atticus added almost without a pause, ignoring me. His voice became harsh as he switched to crude language. ‘When he fucks you, how long it takes, which holes he slides his dick into,’ he continued. ‘What his dick looked like. What it felt like. How much you enjoyed it. Everything, Serafina.’

‘You’re being hateful,’ I said hotly, wondering how our comfortable morning had suddenly come to this. He was worse than Harmer and just as demeaning.

Atticus stood, setting his coffee down before moving to stand in front of me, his hands on my shoulders, his strong legs either side of mine. His body blocked out the sun and I suddenly missed the view of the pigeons with their simple, pleasant city life.

I looked up at the man defiantly, wondering why I had let my guard down as to almost like him — and why I had to work with such jerks all the damn time.

‘We’re going to work well together, Serafina,’ Atticus said, sounding almost reasonable.

I flushed, feeling suddenly guilty for how angry I was with him. I hated how he was playing me. He was respectful towards me, at least a little bit, at least more than most of the other men. He had spent all morning listening to me. He didn’t even call me Raffy like all the other men here did, because he knew I didn’t like it.

‘Do you want to go back to Harmer? Or to go to gaol?’ Atticus asked, his voice cold. I shook my head, furious that he might hold that over me. ‘Good,’ he continued. ‘I want to keep you here. I’m a much better partner,’ he continued. ‘More competent and I make better coffee,’ he chuckled. ‘Wouldn’t you agree?’

I bit my lip, considering, before nodding slightly, reluctantly. I had tears in my eyes again and I didn’t like it. He was trying to make me laugh and I didn’t like that either — laughter would breed shared purpose and a team culture.

I wasn’t sure I wanted a team culture with him.

‘This is my one rule for staying with me and having a modicum of freedom,’ Atticus continued flatly, the harsh note in his voice warning me that the difficult topic hadn’t gone away. ‘Every morning — let’s say, in the car on the way into work — you will tell me all about your nightly adventures with Aurelius. It’s non-negotiable, Serafina,’ he said bluntly, clearly sensing more reluctance on my part.

‘Y-you… You just w-want…’ I was stammering over my words. ‘You just want all the salacious gossip,’ I said bitterly, my face bright red, feeling as if I would catch on fire at any minute. ‘You don’t care that it’s my life, my body…’

I broke off, still furiously angry at him. How dared he pin me here against the table like this anyway? How dared he even touch me?

‘Hmm,’ Atticus grinned slightly, his hands tightening on my shoulders.

Suddenly, he felt far too close to me. His eyes ran down my body the way all the men looked at my body, and I felt myself burning hotly beneath his glance. He hadn’t looked at me like that before, and I both didn’t like it, and I liked it far, far too much.

I shifted nervously as Atticus leaned in slightly to speak into my ear.

‘What are you worried about? I told you I wasn’t going to fuck you until the third date, Serafina,’ he said quietly, his breath warm against my skin, the words seeming to hang in the air long after he finished speaking. ‘Weren’t you listening?’

I swallowed, my heart pounding, suddenly unable to answer. My body was on fire and I wanted him — gods, I wanted him so very badly. I wanted him now, on the floor, on this stupid table behind me, even up against the coffee machine in the bureaucratic office kitchenette. He might be an arsehole but something about him just set me on fire.

I gulped, knowing I had to rein myself in. I couldn’t let Atticus know how much he was turning me on.

‘I’m not fucking you,’ I said clearly, looking down and away, shrugging his hands off me.

Somewhat to my surprise, Atticus stepped away from me, an amused grin on his face.

‘I already said that,’ he replied, infuriating me.

He grabbed his coffee and walked across to his desk.

‘I wasn’t joking though, Serafina,’ he added as he typed his password in before glancing back at me, his eyes cold and hard. ‘You will tell me everything about your master or I’ll put you in a cell faster than Harmer was going to. I’ve been hunting Aurelius for a long time, and you’re not going to get in the way of that.’

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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.

When I put intense play into my writing, it’s never a description of how these types of play should happen in the real world. There are a lot of people out there who can provide advice on how to do these things for real – listen to them and not me! Love you all 💖

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