‘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 15
[‘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]
‘I want you,’ I moaned, arching my head back as well in a display of submission. ‘Please… Fuck me.’
I sounded desperate. I was a little desperate. I hadn’t been fucked all day and that’s a long time for me to go without sex these days.
My words or motions brought the incubus forward, onto his knees between my thighs, his long, thick prong rising up like a dark red spear between us, his spines clearly evident even in the dim light. His whole length was glistening with slippery liquid — a grotesque and obscurely erotic sight.
The incubus looked more or less human — his face was possibly more chiselled than a human man’s and his chin was more pointed. His teeth seemed sharper when they glistened in the dark. But other than his wings and his monstrously large dick, he looked human. I guessed he could glamour the wings and I wondered if this was what had led to the officers of the supernatural division mistaking him for a satyr. Or maybe they were just careless — it wouldn’t have been the first mistake I had seen them make, though it was possibly the most serious.
‘Who… Who were you hunting?’ I asked, regretting it the moment I spoke. I didn’t need more details.
‘A sweet thing,’ the incubus said, a note of gravel entering its inhuman voice. He leaned forward and rang his long, hot tongue down my inner thigh, making me moan in sheer pleasure. ‘Tasty,’ he grunted. ‘She’ll wait,’ he said, returning to the subject of the woman he had been tracking in the mall.
‘Sweet thing,’ he said again. ‘She’s communing with lesser demons,’ he chuckled. ‘She’ll get more than she bargained for,’ he continued, his voice shaking with amusement. ‘But she deserves it. She’s ripe too, just like you.’
I moaned, suddenly desperate for him — anyone — to fuck me. Gods, I was aroused. Feeling suddenly dazed, I wondered if it was more than my usual arousal. I had read today that incubi emitted pheromones to bring their prey on heat. Whatever it was, I was struggling to concentrate as waves of need flooded through me.
I needed to fuck.
The incubus was still speaking in its odd guttural, whispery voice.
‘I’ll pin the slut beneath me on the first night,’ he said lustfully. ‘My seed will take inside her. It always does. After that, she’ll be a sweet present for my brothers to fill with their spawn.’
My stomach was roiling with disgust — I did not want this gross creature to fuck me, especially not after reading all morning about incubi and how they treated their captives. While some hunted alone, others lived in packs. They tracked down more highly susceptible human women and lured them into their dens.
Once bred and implanted with a litter, the women became more or less controllable, driven by their surging hormones to fuck again and again. Some incubi sold the best breeders to greater demons after their first litter was born. Others were less interested in money and kept their pets to breed again and again, just like the demon lords did with their harems.
Of course, their numbers weren’t that high, so the depredations on the human population were minuscule. That didn’t matter to the individual women enslaved though, I thought bitterly.
The monster lowered his head right to my pussy, and I wailed as I felt his hot tongue sliding across my pussy, rubbing back and forth, blunted spines teasing in a way that felt incredible. Then, shocking me, he simply pushed his tongue right into me, continuing to slaver and suck at my pussy even as his strong tongue forced its way all the way inside me, continuing to lick even in there.
He grunted, suckling on me, and I moaned, feeling possibly more invaded than I had ever felt before with this creature’s face buried in my groin, his tongue raping me rapturously.
It’s worthwhile saying at this point that the mission was not going according to Atticus and my plan. The target was meant to be a satyr and he was going to fuck me, more or less mindlessly, probably for two or three hours. After which, he would be sufficiently dazed from spending himself again and again, and the police would be able to move in and restrain him.
Atticus would watch from the sidelines, monitoring my wellbeing, although honestly there wasn’t much he could do.
As I lay back, my senses swirling, my own desperate arousal threatening to overwhelm me, I wondered if my current boss even knew it wasn’t a satyr I was about to fuck. He couldn’t see in the dark all the way across the room.
But I couldn’t think, not as waves of pleasure flooded through me from the incubus fucking my cunt and clit with his tongue. The worst thing was, I knew I needed to think. There was something I had missed, something important, something I couldn’t pin down.
But then I felt myself actually orgasming around the creature’s tongue, gasping for breath as my need overwhelmed me, wave after wave of pleasure riding me, almost sending me unconscious. Gods it was good and I could understand why the pleasure slaves of incubi frequently fought to stay with their captors.
Valerie tells me, far too often, that I’m dim-witted and driven by sex. Maybe that was true. Or maybe my luck had finally run out. Because as I came for the second or third or fifth time from the incubus fucking me with his tongue, I saw the open skylight far above in the domed roof, and I realised — simultaneously — that, unlike a satyr, an incubus could fly.
He grabbed me even as I was gasping and moaning, helpless after my orgasms. He wrapped viciously strong arms around my recumbent body, and then he was actually flying with me, high into the air, shooting right up and out into the night.
I’ve always been scared of heights.
At least, that’s my excuse for what happened next. We were flying through the open skylight, up above the dome, and I was screaming at the top of my lungs — frankly, I have no dignity, at least not when it comes to being kidnapped by demons — and then I saw the city spread out around me, below me.
I had a moment of wondering in terror if Atticus would ever find me — somehow, I knew he was the one who would look and who would have the best chance of finding me. Or would I live out my days in captivity, breeding brood after brood of incubi, my mind listless and empty, my body depraved with lust, until my master eventually chose to claim me?
And then the incubus flew higher as he carried me, flying inhumanly fast, and my fear of heights grew even stronger than my fear of demons.
I fainted, falling helplessly into the darkness for the second time in two days.
Chapter 16
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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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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