‘You’re ripe, demon slut,’ the incubus grunted in a whispery voice. ‘Shame I can’t breed you. You would grow a strong litter for me…’ 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.
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 16
[‘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]
Being *kidnapped* by the incubus I had been ordered to help subdue was not the brightest moment in my unwilling career at the supernatural division.
After fainting as we flew high through the city, I think I came back to consciousness only as he dropped me on a bed in his lair.
We had flown the whole journey with me thankfully unaware of the terrifying heights below me. I was blinking owlishly at the light and the bedroom around me, wondering where I was — but before I could move or do anything, my captor had wrapped a metal collar around my neck, locking it tight with a grunt of satisfaction.
My eyes followed to where the short, heavy metal chain fastened into a thick metal ring planted in the wall.
Oh no.
This was not good. This was *really* not good.
‘You want to fuck, little human?’
The incubus was sniggering at me, and somehow I knew that he had *known* our plans. He had known the supernatural division would send me or someone like me in, and he had planned to kidnap me. I honestly had no idea why — surely there were easier women to kidnap and restrain.
‘No, I don’t,’ I muttered, my head aching.
I was lying. I wanted to fuck so much you wouldn’t believe. My pussy ached even more than my head did. My clit and labia felt swollen and desperate, pulsing with an unholy fire. I couldn’t say whether it was his pheromones or my own internal impulses, but I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life.
The incubus knew I was lying too.
‘You’re lying,’ he sneered, pushing me onto my back, pushing my legs apart with a casual strong shove of his hand. I gulped. He was hard again, or he was still hard, his inhuman-looking cock rising like a gently curving tower from his groin.
But he didn’t move to fuck me.
I wondered why not. I wanted him inside me like you wouldn’t believe.
‘I can always tell when human sluts are lying,’ the incubus said softly, his eyes running up and down my helpless body, lingering hungrily on my breasts and exposed pussy. ‘Your friends won’t find you, you know,’ he informed me as if it was an afterthought.
I forced myself to not start whimpering in sheer terror at the thought of being kept as his prisoner. I had read far too much today about how incubi kept their captives.
The monsters ran a finger up my inner thigh and past my hip, up my torso to flick, painfully, across the hard nub of my nipple. I trembled desperately, wishing he would touch me. Oh gods, I wanted to fuck and frankly his huge, inhuman cock looked like the most amazing thing in whole world.
But he didn’t move to fuck me — not yet.
Maybe he wanted to torture me more with my own stupid desire.
He slid off the bed and stood up, stretching a full body stretch — the sight somewhat obscene given his huge erection. Stepping away from the bed, he pulled an ornate silken robe around his shoulders, his wings sliding easily through long, carefully crafted slits.
‘Get undressed,’ he ordered simply over his shoulder. ‘I’m going to call my brothers. Tell them I’ve found something special. Just like we were promised.’ He winked at me, a surprisingly human gesture. ‘You won’t be able to walk tomorrow, little human. Not after we’ve spent all night impregnating you.’
‘No, please,’ I gasped, reaching out for him desperately, even as I knew it was useless to beg.
He ignored me of course, reaching out a hand for a modern smartphone of one of the latest makes — it felt oddly anachronistic to see the supernatural creature using such modern technology — before flinging himself down onto a nearby lounge, his legs sprawled wide, his other hand stroking his massive erection.
‘Get undressed,’ he ordered me again without looking at me. ‘The pack will be here soon.’
I whimpered to myself, desperately trying to stop myself crying. I was promising myself again and again that Atticus — or Valerie — would find me and rescue me. Even as I knew it was a slim chance. I was trying desperately not to think about those telltale words — I’ve found something special, just like we were promised.
Who had promised him that I would be there? And why?
It had to be Gaius, getting his revenge on me. Or on my master. Or simply earning himself some credits with this incubus pack. I had no way of knowing.
I picked my clothes off myself sullenly, knowing I should obey my captor. There was no point in defiance, at least not until I had seen where he kept the key to the collar. The metal collar and thick chain felt heavy as I sat on the bed. Soon I was naked, shivering not from cold but from sudden fear and loneliness.
I found myself thinking, not of Valerie or her husbands Jesse and Marcus, but oddly of Atticus. I would have given anything to hear his sardonic, unhelpful voice right in that moment.
I looked around the room, trying to see something I could rescue myself with. The room, like the smartphone in the incubus’ hand, was smart and modern, even the antique iron bed and the plain brick wall looking like a deliberate fashion choice rather than old-fashioned squalor.
From the street sounds from far below, I guessed we were actually in the central business district, in an apartment high up — maybe a penthouse even. The room was luxurious enough and the carpet I could see was thick and expensive.
But the incubus had shut the heavy curtains when we flew in, and I couldn’t see outside.
‘How… How long are you going to keep me here?’ I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Not that I really wanted to know.
At first, I thought my captor wasn’t going to answer me as he tapped away on his phone. Then he set it aside, looking across at me with an amused expression. He was looking more human now, the chiselled lines of his face seeming more human in the light from the wall sconces around the room. Even his wings were folded neatly behind him.
His voice was sounding almost human as well, and I wondered how much of his act in the empty disco had been intended to trick me into thinking he was more bestial than he actually was.
‘For as long as I want,’ he said bluntly. ‘I can tell you’re fertile, even if your master won’t let my seed take root.’ He shrugged. ‘He’ll come to me eventually, if I keep you here. Maybe he’ll pay me to breed you,’ he snickered softly. ‘They do that sometimes. They like what it does to their whores when they’re bred by my kind. Or maybe…’ his eyes slid down over my body and he shrugged. ‘Maybe he’ll pay me for you and he’ll take you away to put in his harem.’
He gestured around at the luxurious room. ‘My pack and I all live in luxury because of sluts like you,’ he chuckled. ‘We live at the top of society and we can skim off the cream of its women. You’ll never get free, sweet girl.’
Then his phone buzzed and he reached to pick it up.
‘Your future is the same either way,’ he said, tapping again, clearly dismissing the conversation. ‘So I wouldn’t worry too much about it, if I were you.’
I watched him for a long time, feeling time slow as I sat on the bed. I wasn’t escaping without the key to the collar but I honestly couldn’t see him being stupid enough to keep it in this room. A cautious examination of the chain had not revealed any weaknesses, and I doubted he would leave me alone long enough for me to pick at the mortar around the ring bricked into the wall.
I swallowed as I heard a door slam outside and heavy steps in the corridor beyond the bedroom door. The incubus stood, smiling down at me as he shrugged his robe back off his shoulders.
‘My brothers are here,’ he said simply as the door opened. ‘It’s time to begin.’
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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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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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