‘I can tell you’re fertile,’ the incubus shrugged. ‘Maybe your master will 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.’
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.’
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.’
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 17
[‘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 don’t, on the whole, recommend being kidnapped by a pack of incubi intent on gangfucks and impregnation.
They stood clustered around the bed, all of them looking at me. My captor climbed back onto the bed to haul me back against him, his hand on the collar. They might be brothers but they looked as different from each other as a regular bunch of human men — some with wings, some without, mostly well dressed with fashionable, hand-sewn clothing.
Only their eyes and their teeth marked them as different. Even in the bright light in the room, I could see how their eyes would glow in the dark, and their teeth were subtly pointed, the vicious teeth of predators.
‘You found her then?’ one of the brothers said, loosening his tie and shirt cuffs. ‘You sure it’s her, Cassius?’
‘The police sent her in after me,’ my captor, Cassius, chuckled, tightening his hand in my hair. ‘Just like I was told they would. Didn’t they, my sweet little slave?’
I wondered if there was any point in lying.
‘Yes,’ I whispered, my fear increasing at the increased energy that ran like a ripple through them when they heard me speak.
‘She’s not mindless yet then,’ one of them sniggered, and the others joined in — a horrid sound that made me want to sink into the bedclothes. ‘You haven’t fucked the girl yet, Cassius?’ he asked, his eyes seeming to burn holes in my naked skin.
I shifted nervously on the bed, feeling the expensively embroidered covers cool and inviting against my skin. I could feel Cassius’ dick against my back as he held me against him — he was hot and hard and ready.
‘I thought I’d wait for the fever to set in,’ Cassius said, bucking his hips against me as if to emphasise how hard he was. ‘You can feel it, can’t you, little slave?’ he grunted into my ear. ‘Soon you won’t be able to stop, will you?’
I moaned helplessly — I knew exactly what he was talking about. I wanted to fuck so badly. My swollen labia seemed to pulse with need, begging me for the cock that was buried against my back.
‘Well, are we going to breed her or not?’ another incubus asked, loosening his belt and pulling it from his trousers. ‘I’m ready to get started.’
I gulped — I was used to fairly mindless creatures fucking me, not these subtle, hungry predators who hunted in packs. Even the dogmen had been mindless, caught up in their own rutting fever, interested in little more than finding an available hole and thrusting themselves into it.
‘Yes,’ my captor said bluntly, running his hand down my front to clasp one of my breasts in his hand. ‘She’s ripe and ready. Turn off the light. Let’s get started.’
Demons could see in the light. Of course, I couldn’t — and I couldn’t tell you whether it’s better to be fucked by demons you can see or demons you can’t see. All I can say is that after they switched the light off, they also pulled a rough leather hood down onto my head, strapping it tightly onto me, before forcing my mouth open with some kind of ring gag.
One of them shoved two fingers deep in my mouth after that, laughing in a deep voice as I spluttered, flailing wildly — and uselessly — to get away from him. I pulled up sharply against the chain around my neck, of course, and I gagged myself again, making him laugh even more.
You might think I was used to humiliation and degradation. I had thought I was, after months living as Valerie’s fucktoy and the fuck-thing for the local supernatural police division to use as a blow-up doll for their targets.
But this was infinitely worse as I felt all their hands on me, grabbing and pulling and squeezing.
‘Scared, little doll?’ one of them grunted, his lips right against my gagged mouth, his hot breath seeming to plunge right into me. I only moaned in response — I couldn’t talk of course.
I wanted to say that I wasn’t scared but that would have been ridiculous bravado. At least, I was honestly more aroused than I was scared. A moment later, one of them pulled me down onto my back and another one pushed my legs open with short, easy strokes, and then I felt the bed sink as he landed on his knees between my legs.
I yelled out loud then, struggling uselessly against the incubi that held me down easily, feeling my throat abraded as I pulled stupidly against the metal collar.
‘Keep her still,’ the incubus above me grunted, and I knew it was Cassius, finally prepared to sink that horrifically spined dick straight into me.
The mechanics of sex are sometimes a little ridiculous, and I’ve gotten very used to them over the last months. All I can say is that if a supernatural creature is determined to fuck you, he will get inside you eventually, even if it takes a little while.
He used his hands to push my thighs wider apart and then he commenced grinding against my groin, running his erection up and down. I gasped at the feeling of the hard, almost bonelike ridges on his cock, each of them tipped with a curved spine that caught against my flesh, heightening my arousal.
‘You want me, little whore,’ he grunted, cupping my hips with his hands. ‘I can smell it.’
My only response was to moan. I was feeling overwhelmed. They had discovered early that I was lactating, and I had an incubus latched onto each of my breasts, sucking hard as they enjoyed my milk. As Cassius teased me, another incubus slid his fingers into my mouth again, enjoying invading me and my helplessness to resist him.
Then, between my legs, I felt Cassius, my captor, finally lining himself up to push into me…
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Author’s note
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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