‘You’re a delicious sight,’ Atticus said, ‘although you are quite filthy. Did you have to let them put quite that much cum on you? You’re caked with it. Almost an artwork. I suppose there’s even more of it right up inside you…’
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…
Note: I’m updating the name of ‘Serafina’s Destiny’ to ‘Serafina’s Curse’ – not quite finished on all platforms. Anyway, if you’ve been reading this as ‘Serafina’s Destiny’, this is Chapter 20!
Serafina’s Curse: Chapter 20
[‘Serafina’s Curse’ is a maledom, femsub enslavement erotica with lactation, breeding and supernatural/monster-fucking themes. Chapter 1 of ‘Serafina’s Curse’ is here.]
I blushed red hot with embarrassment, wishing I could sink into the bedclothes. How dared Atticus treat me like this? Look at me like this, touch me like this? He was such an arsehole.
‘They’ve put bite marks all over your big tits,’ he said thoughtfully, his other hand moving to stroke my breast. I yelped as his thumb pressed into a sore patch and then I cried out as he teased my abraded nipple with a gentle finger and thumb. ‘Did they enjoy your milk?’ he asked, tugging on the nipple. ‘I bet they did. You seem nearly empty,’ he snickered, using his finger and thumb on my nipple in a strong milking motion.
I gasped but I couldn’t tell him to stop as he kept milking me. I always have far too much milk and soon a hot splash of my milk ran across his fingers.
‘It seems I spoke too soon,’ Atticus said softly, repeating the motion, harder this time, until more of my milk ran across his skin. I felt like I could die from embarrassment as I heard him licking my milk off his skin. ‘Sweet,’ he commented. ‘I bet you’ve got some in your other udder as well. Shall I check?’
No, I wanted to yell at him, but it came out as a strangled cough that just made him laugh scornfully.
‘You want me to stop, you’ll have to learn how to talk,’ Atticus derided me, his hand stroking my other breast gently.
Soon he was milking this one as well with strong, practised strokes. I moaned helplessly — I hated him but I was getting aroused, my body stirring around the truncheon embedded inside me. Before long, milk flooded out my painful nipple in a hot, aching rush, and I heard him drinking this as well.
‘Let me see if it tastes any different direct from the nipple,’ he murmured, and I heard him shifting in his chair.
Oh gods no. But I couldn’t stop him as he lowered his head, his tongue licking across my sensitive nipple, making me shiver in need. I was gasping and panting, my whole body starting to wake up, a flood of electric fire running from my breasts straight down to my impaled cunt.
‘Did they all drink from you like this?’ he murmured, his breath hot against the skin of my breast. ‘I bet they enjoyed you. You really are quite the find, Serafina Violet.’
Then I was moaning desperately because Atticus — my colleague, my boss — had pulled what felt like half my breast into his mouth and was sucking hard. He drank no less eagerly than the incubi had the previous night, suckling hard until my breast was drained again, only to shift eagerly to the other breast and repeat the process.
To say that it was embarrassing was an understatement.
I couldn’t believe that my boss — Mr ‘I won’t fuck you until the third fucking date’ Atticus — was suckling on my breasts, treating me like a cute joke he had found in an abandoned attic. Even worse though was how much my body was responding.
I couldn’t stop my reaction as I started to writhe helplessly on the bed, my back arching, my hips rocking with need — and my arousal increasing as my motions thrust the truncheon deeper into me, its thick shaft stabbing my deep insides and riding uncomfortably against my g-spot.
Atticus drank from me for a long time and my arousal only increased until I was gasping in panting little cries, my head rocking from side to side, unable to resist the incredible sensations in my body. That same hot well of heat as I had felt while the incubi were fucking me was building in my belly again — and I knew that if he didn’t stop, I would explode.
I didn’t know whether to feel disappointed or relieved when Atticus finally lifted his head, releasing my breast.
‘You seem quite worked up,’ he said, sounding amused. ‘Your stamina is incredible — destroyed by a pack of incubi and still you want more.’
I don’t, I wanted to cry out. It wasn’t entirely true — I was so fucking aroused, I couldn’t believe.
I jumped as I heard the door sliding open — oh heavens, even worse than Atticus seeing me like this would be the rest of the officers searching the flat seeing me like this.
‘Get out!’ Atticus snapped harshly, and I knew the men would jump to obey.
‘We… We found the key, sir!’ someone said.
‘Never mind that,’ Atticus spoke flatly. ‘Throw me the key. Get out and shut the door behind you. I’ll let you know when you can come in again.’
I had no idea what game he was playing. I thought he would at least unlock me but he didn’t. Chuckling to himself, I heard him set the key down on the table behind him. I could have screamed with frustration.
The arsehole. I was so furious with him. He had to unlock me.
‘I’ll unlock you when you’ve earned it, Serafina,’ Atticus spoke coldly and I shivered. ‘You let an incubus pack kidnap you — hardly the behaviour of an upstanding member of the community, wouldn’t you agree?’ he sneered lightly. He flicked his fingertips across my sensitive nipples and I gasped, my back arching again with need. ‘And you’re so very turned on…’ he murmured, both hands teasing my nipples mercilessly.
I gurgled past the gag, still furious at him, even as body writhed underneath his touch, desperate for more.
‘I told you,’ Atticus remarked, ‘I’m not removing the gag until I’m sure the first words out of your mouth are a grateful thanks, Serafina. I worked all night to find you. I made the whole station work all night. I’m sure that’s worth something.’
I moaned helplessly, still angry with him — but my anger softened. Gods, if he hadn’t found me, I knew the incubi would have returned from their breakfast by now, reinvigorated and ready to spend the day fucking me again, before dragging me off to somewhere even more secluded this evening…
‘Serafina’s Curse’ is coming soon as a full novel!
Please follow me for more stories! In the real world, remember to always play safely and practise positive, informed and enthusiastic consent that is respectful of all genders.
Have you read Serafina’s Gift?
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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