‘I’m not fucking you,’ I said clearly, looking down and away, shrugging Atticus’ hands off me. Somewhat to my surprise, he stepped away from me, an amused grin on his face. ‘I already said that,’ he replied, infuriating me. ‘I wasn’t joking though, Serafina,’ he added. ‘You will tell me everything about your master…’
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 13
[‘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]
After our little argument, Atticus and I both settled down to working at our desks.
It was frankly weird. I hadn’t worked a desk job for months now. I felt almost like a person again, after months spent alternating between lounging half naked at Valerie’s house before being dragged off to be some monster’s fucktoy.
Atticus suggested some avenues for me to research and then left me largely to my own devices. Faced with his easy confidence in my skills — even though I hadn’t trained in intelligence gathering, I wasn’t stupid — I found myself drawn to past cases like my own, where women had been trained and enslaved by demon lords.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t tried to research this topic before, of course. But I had only had access to the internet and it was full of more slop about demons than Valerie had expensive dresses in her closet. The supernatural division subscribed to all the best research journals and had access to the first-hand case reports as well.
The thing is, as Atticus had said, there just aren’t very many demon lords. As far as anyone in the archives could tell, there were at most twenty-five or twenty-six of them and they had — just as Gaius had implied — entered our world thousands of years ago. The lesser supernatural creatures had either followed in their wake through the rents they had created or they were demon-offspring like Valerie — creatures born from demons rutting with humans.
Most women enslaved by supernatural creatures lost their freedom after being fucked by a lesser supernatural being. Their cases ran into the thousands and I felt overwhelmed as I started to read them all.
I spent a long time reading about a woman fucked only last year by a pack of dogmen the same as I had been, and subsequently found pregnant with their litter. Stories about satyrs and incubi were also numerous. Satyrs were particularly greedy and cases of them maliciously fucking and breeding women ran into the hundreds over the previous decade, while an incubus had kept a whole harem right in this city, controlling their minds and fucking them daily into a non-comprehending stupor.
Cases of women enslaved by demon lords were much, much harder to find.
Most researchers seemed to think that most demon lords didn’t recruit directly, instead choosing from among the women previously enslaved by others. The woman enslaved by the dogmen had gone missing mysteriously after her litter was born. Most commentators considered that, already primed for sex and breeding, she had probably fallen into the clutches of a demon lord.
Similarly, more than half the women found pregnant with satyr-offspring had subsequently vanished, while some of the remaining women had spoken with researchers about images and voices in their heads that beguiled them and sought to control them.
The case of the incubus was also relevant. Valerie had explained to me that incubi were lesser demons — some of the first offspring of the demon lords and human women, before the demon lords learned how to procreate on our world. It seemed almost certain that the incubus in my city had been identifying and training women for enslavement by a demon lord — maybe Aurelius or Gaius even.
‘Found anything interesting?’ Atticus asked me, breaking into my horrified reverie.
‘Maybe,’ I spoke reluctantly. ‘I’m unusual,’ I said softly, blushing. ‘Demon lords don’t usually recruit like this,’ I said, hating to admit anything that might make me special or might require me to be even more subject to surveillance.
‘No,’ Atticus said bluntly. ‘The records aren’t perfect though, and remember, we only found out about you properly because you went to a public hotel and fucked Valerie’s husbands,’ he remarked, the blunt truth making me blush.
I had been such a slutty idiot.
‘I’m not going on a date with you,’ I said suddenly, wondering where the embarrassing words came from.
‘I haven’t asked you yet,’ Atticus grinned, before standing up to stretch. He looked down at me, his eyes sliding down past my face to rest on my breasts. ‘I know you’re fun in bed, Serafina,’ he winked at me. ‘And I want you, make no mistake about that. But I’m going to take my time with you. You’re special.’
I blushed, wanting to move away.
‘You shouldn’t be thinking about that at all,’ I said hotly, wishing that I wasn’t also inevitably thinking about how good sex with Atticus might be.
Stupid new colleague with his mixed signals.
And stupid me, with my demon-charge libido. Not to mention that I had always had a thing for hot older men.
Anyway, I never found out what Atticus would say because his phone rang. Listening in, I could tell it was a disturbance and that my ‘services’ were required. I flushed as I listened in — after the conversation I had just had with Atticus, I didn’t want him to watch me fucking a monster.
‘It’s a satyr,’ he said as he hung up his phone. ‘Unsurprising, I guess.’
I nodded. Just my luck, after reading all those cases of women fucked by satyrs. I wondered if it would stick both its dicks into my cunt, like it had last time, or if it would slide one into my cunt and one into my arse, like it had threatened to.
‘Are we off then?’ I asked, unenthused. My 24 hours of boring ‘no sex’ had probably just about expired.
‘Let’s do some research first,’ Atticus said, gesturing towards the table. ‘Two units have it confined. I want to know what we’re getting you into first.’
I grumbled to myself as I followed him back across to the large table with the maps and case files. I didn’t want to like him. I didn’t want him to treat me with consideration or respect, because then I would start liking him more.
It turned out that the satyr was penned up on the top floor of a disco. Closed and empty during the day, the creature had fled there after being discovered in a busy shopping mall. The shopping mall was — unsurprisingly — close to other supernatural outbreaks, though it was hard to tell if that was an environmental reason or if the creatures had simply chosen it as a good hunting ground.
I gritted my teeth as Atticus developed a game plan with me.
I didn’t like satyrs. When in heat, they were nearly mindless, interested only in rutting and breeding. I knew it would pull my clothes apart as if they were paper, before spearing me greedily with its thick prongs. Most satyrs had two cocks, some had three or four or five, although thankfully the only satyr I had ever met with three hadn’t bothered to force the third one into me.
‘I think something must be causing them to go rogue,’ Atticus explained to me when we eventually grabbed our coats and left the building. ‘They’re usually better behaved than this.’
He had insisted on me eating a lunch high in protein before leaving — I want you to have plenty of energy, he had said — so it was already late afternoon by the time we left.
I just hoped the monster was still contained.
Serafina’s Destiny: Chapter 14
The empty disco smelled like cigarettes, alcohol and sweat.
Of course, the satyr fleeing in here had meant that the cleaners couldn’t do their run. Outside, the disco owner had been flapping their hands at a probable lost Friday night’s income. I didn’t care — the guy earned more than me and he wasn’t about to have to fuck a monster in the interests of public safety.
I moved up the wide carpeted stairs and across the dimly lit dancefloor, very aware of every moving shadow.
Much as I was angry with him, I was comforted by knowing Atticus was behind me. He said he would wait at the entrance to the room. I didn’t want him to listen to me fucking but I appreciated the sense of safety he radiated. I trusted him to do what he could to help me if I ended up in danger.
I heard the creature’s breath before I could see it. I stopped and unbuttoned my shirt, easily removing my bra from underneath. Then I slipped off my shoes and panties from under my skirt. There was no point me losing more clothes than necessary — and I liked this lingerie set that I had stolen from Valerie’s endless stash.
Then I slipped forward quietly, my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness.
The creature was waiting for me with leathery wings and chiselled torso. Its eyes glittered in the near darkness as it paced back and forth. It knew it was trapped. The police had locked and barred every entrance to this place.
It didn’t know it was about to get a treat — that is to say, me.
Summoning my courage, I stepped forward again, and got my first clear view of the monster. I gasped, my heart seeming to stop in my chest.
The local unit had stuffed up. The monster was huge. Also it wasn’t a satyr. It was an incubus and it — he — was hungry.
The incubus moved steadily towards me like a hunter sighting a target. I was watching him with fear, and yet even so, I missed the moment when he pounced. One moment I was waiting for him with my breath feeling frozen in my lungs — the next moment I was pinned, one strong hand in my hair, the other hand already grabbing at my shirt.
His breath was hot across my face and I gasped at the cold light in his eyes.
‘What are you doing in here, little kitten?’ he murmured, his voice sighing like the wind across my skin. ‘I’m going to skewer you.’ He sniffed the air rapturously and I felt a moment’s embarrassment as I knew he would be smelling my sex.
‘Demon whore,’ he grunted, a long tongue licking across my lips out of the darkness before vanishing again. ‘Never mind. I can still spear you. Maybe your master will let my seed take root in you. That would be a boon indeed.’
I whimpered to myself — what was it anyway with these creatures always wanting to breed me?
The incubus — as a higher level supernatural being — could hold conversation even while in the grips of its lust. Monsters usually couldn’t and so I wasn’t used to them talking to me. Usually they just pushed me to the ground and started rutting with me, and — especially after Gaius — I was quickly deciding that I preferred it like that.
‘Put your hand on my spear, little kitten,’ the incubus murmured, his words an order.
Well, my job was to obey it, so I reached down, trembling as I felt his thick shaft, rising thick and already lubricated from his groin. My fingers ran over hard protuberances, ending in short, curved spines, and I whimpered again.
Not this again, please no. I still hadn’t finished processing the memory of Gaius’ sharp spines embedded in me.
‘You’re not the kitten I was following,’ the creature murmured, walking me back across towards the wide couches on the edge of the dance floor. ‘She smelled like lilacs and sex,’ he added, pushing the backs of my calves up against the edge of the couch.
‘She had been meddling with the supernatural,’ he chuckled in his reedy voice. ‘Easy prey. Not as easy as you though,’ he added, still laughing. ‘Get down on your back, breeding slut.’
He pushed me back as he spoke and I fell, letting myself go with the motion. Soon I was lying flat on my back on the wide couch, watching the incubus walk back and forth, furling and unfurling his wide wings.
I wondered what the local supernatural unit had been doing because they clearly hadn’t been doing their fucking jobs. He clearly wasn’t a satyr. They didn’t have wings and his were too big for the watchers to have missed them.
My guess was that, knowing I was going to handle it, they had decided not to get too close, in the interests of their own safety. Selfish arseholes, I thought grumpily.
‘Legs apart, girl,’ the incubus snapped at me, and I obeyed, stepping my legs wide, my knees high. My short skirt fell back and I knew, with his supernatural vision, he would be able to see both my pussy and my breasts now — all beautifully naked and available for him.
He knelt down on the end of the couch, between my legs, his long, pointed tongue darting out once and seeming to scent the air.
‘You’re ripe, demon slut,’ he grunted in that whispery voice. ‘Shame I can’t breed you. You would grow a strong litter for me. More sons to join the hunt with me. More daughters to leave to grow up until we can hunt them in turn,’ it slavered.
That was just about enough of that. Valerie had spoken about how the human daughters of demons were more likely to be susceptible to supernatural powers — and better broodmares into the bargain. To her, it was little more than a footnote — I guess human women mattered little when you yourself were a fully fledged female demon.
I rolled my hips enticingly, arching my back and spreading my legs wider. I was already wet, I could feel it, and I knew the incubus could smell it. As little as I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted him to keep speaking even less.
‘I want you,’ I moaned, arching my head back as well in a display of submission. ‘Please… Fuck me.’
I sounded desperate. Actually, I was a little desperate. I hadn’t been fucked all day and that’s a long time for me these days.
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Author’s note
I haven’t posted for ages – I’m sorry! Life was a bit too much there. Anyway, I’m trying to get back into a pattern of queuing stories. Let’s see how it goes! Love you all xx
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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