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“Illyana.” You whine softly as your sleep is disturbed. Your bed shifts as she plops down beside you anyway, ignoring your grumbling. You spread your legs, the habit already worn into you after the countless nights Illyana has done this. Illyana hums but doesn’t move from her position beside you. Instead, she dips her hand between your legs and cups your cunt over your pants.
“I want to try something,” Illyana says softly. Those words never mean anything good for you. It means there’s some new kink she’s discovered that she wants to try. “You like me, right?” You hum and nod. Whatever she wants to do will happen; you’ve given up hope of fighting against her. “All of me?” She walks two fingers up your stomach, imitating a person walking.
“Mhm.” She’s not perfect, far from it, but you know what she likes to hear. And, somehow, you’ve found yourself becoming more and more attached to her. It’s wrong, you know, she’s manipulated you into it, but you can’t help the way you feel- can’t help the way you get wet every time you hear her sneak into your room at night.
“Come with me to Limbo.” Illyana jumps up suddenly and yanks you roughly from your bed.
“Wha-” You don’t even get the whole word out before she drags you through a stepping disk and lands you in her domain. She’s done some construction. There’s a magical dome surrounding a small area and a wide bed in the center. There are no blankets or pillows. It’s clearly not for sleeping. It’s just a mattress, a box spring, and a black bed sheet covering it. “Illyana.” You sigh. You’ve told her countless times you don’t like coming to Limbo for sex. Frankly, you don’t like coming to Limbo at all.
“We need to do it here,” Illyana says and tugs you forward. “I-” She pauses and licks her lips. “I want to fuck you.”
“Okay.” You sit back on the bed as she pushes you down.
“No.” She stands back. “Jean said…” Illyana sighs and drums her fingers against her side, a nervous habit. “I’m getting better at controlling my Darkchylde form, and I should practice. Practice controlling the power and rage.” You don’t like where this is going. “I’m going to fuck you like that.”
“No.” You say softly. It’s by far Illyana’s least favorite word to come out of your mouth. Her expression twists.
“I wasn’t really asking, baby. Lie back on the bed.” Illyana snaps. You do, you can’t help yourself, but you prop your head up to watch as she starts to transform. She shifts before your eyes, her body mutating into its demonic form.
A pair of red horns sprout from her forehead, the same color as the wide wings that sprout from her back and the tail that extends from the bottom of her spine. She grows taller, legs extending and shifting to look like a goat, making her look like a satyr. As she grows taller, her muscles get thicker, making her look stronger as well.
What really catches your attention is that as her pants fade away to her brown furry goat legs, it leaves her crotch bare. The fur starts at the tops of her hip bones and creates a V, the point ending below her balls. Your eyes widen as her cock morphs. It turns red, the same hue as her horns and wings, and lengthens and thickens. Her balls turn the same shade, fatter and heavier than before, no doubt full of copious amounts of demon seed.
Not only that, red ridges pop up in circles around her massive shaft, starting just below the circle of her tip. Behind each ridge is a row of what looks like flattened spikes. They seem to point backwards away from her tip, meaning if she were inside you and they went up, the spines would stab you from the inside.
She was above average before, always stretching you out, usually painfully, because she’s too impatient to wait. But now, “there’s no way that’s gonna fit.”
“Don’t be a baby.” You cringe; her voice is different, too. It’s deeper, gravelly, like it hurts her to speak. You look up at her face. It still looks like her, but different. Her eyes and cheeks are sunken in, making her look gaunt, almost like a corpse. Her mouth is wider. When she opens it, you see her teeth have shifted to have sharp points like a shark. “Clothes.”
“No.” This is too much; she’ll actually kill you this time. You try to scramble away, but a newly clawed fist wraps around your ankle and drags you back towards the edge. Her hand dwarfs your foot now, and it’s easy for her to overpower you. Her other hand spreads out over your chest, pinning you down.
Illyana ignores your struggles as she claws your pajama bottoms to shreds. You don’t wear underwear to sleep; you gave up wearing them after the 4th pair she ripped, and so as your pants fall away, you’re left bare. Two long claws brush against your cunt, and you shiver. Despite the fear crushing through you, when she pulls her fingers away, a trail of your arousal spreads between them.
“Whore.” She growls and wraps her hands around your thighs, forcing your legs apart. She forces your knees up as she maneuvers your ass to be flush with the edge of the bed. Getting you into position has worked her up- her cock has hardened between her legs and somehow seems to have grown even bigger. The tip is so dark red, it’s almost black. She lines up between your legs, slapping her cock against your stomach. Her tip reaches almost halfway up your chest.
You struggle as she pulls back, the countless number of her thick inches sliding over your abdomen. Illyana lines up her cock with your entrance. “No, please.” Your pleas go unanswered as she lines up with your cunt. She thrusts forward harshly, and you scream as she enters you. It’s too big, too thick, and only a couple of inches slide inside you before it stops, and the pain is unbearable.
“Fucking take it.” Illyana slaps your face, and your cunt gushes around her. She jerks her furry hips forward again. You sob and squirm as she rams more of her cock inside you.
“‘yana, too much.” You cry, but she ignores you. Illyana growls, wings extending out behind her as she buries her claws in the mattress and rams her hips forward. The head of her cock slams into your cervix, but she keeps going. You feel something happening, something breaking, and then the worst pain you’ve ever felt. You scream as her thick, ridged cock slides through your cervix and deeper inside you than it ever should have gone. The pain is unbearable, and your eyelids flutter briefly, a one-sided fight with consciousness that you quickly lose.
It’s pain that wakes you up again. Burning pain from between your legs makes you thrash as consciousness takes you again. Darkchylde grabs your wrists, pinning you to the mattress as she hammers her hips into you. She slams her hips into you mercilessly, forcing every painful inch of her massive cock inside you with every thrust. Your stomach bulges up obscenely as she buries her cock inside you.
“Perfect cock taking slut.” Illyana purrs and releases your wrists. You slap against her chest uselessly, attacks going unnoticed or ignored.
“It hurts so bad.” You sob, making fresh tear marks down your cheeks.
“Shut it.” Illyana snaps and slams her hips forward again. Your eyes roll back in your head as she wraps her hand around your throat. You haven’t become accustomed to her size in your sleep; it seems impossible to get accustomed to something this big, but the pain has faded slightly. It doesn't help me that Illyana has no mercy; in fact, it seems like she enjoys your pain. Every time you cry, her cock twitches inside you. Illyana normally only hurts you when she's too impatient or angry, but this is something else. She’s not herself, clearly, more sadistic, not holding back the darker parts of herself she usually does.
She’s shredded your shirt as well, and there’s a necklace, something new, around your neck. You look down at the golden amulet with a red jewel. Engraved on the jewel are two figures intertwined, one human, one clearly not.
“Demon amulet. It makes sure you won’t die from my cock.” She huffs as she notices your attention on the jewelry. How considerate of her. With the hand not wrapped around your throat, she presses against the bulge of her cock through your stomach. She moans at the feeling and massages her cock through your body. “Mmm, you’re the perfect cock sleeve.”
You squirm as she rubs your stomach hard enough that the skin starts turning red. The amulet around your neck glows softly, and you feel the pain fade further; warmth spreads from your core. It can’t be starting to feel good, but despite the thought, it does. She’s so deep, so thick, you don’t know how your cunt is ever gonna be the same again, but your arousal leaks around her anyway.
“Slut.” Illyana hisses but draws her hips back and slams forward again. You squeal, a pathetic sound you would be mortified to make in most circumstances, but you can’t think of anything but the massive cock slamming inside you. “Pathetic.” Illyana moans as your cunt clenches around her.
She ruts into you without care for you or the pitiful noises you make beneath her. You grab for her back, anything to ground yourself. Your hands find the spots where her wings jut from her back. Illyana moans as you pull the sensitive structures and slams her hips forward, heavy balls slapping your ass. She pulls back, resting just the fat head of her cock inside you.
You moan, high-pitched and embarrassing, but all you can focus on is getting her dick back in you. You jerk your hips up, needing more. “Feels good, huh?” Darkchyle grunts and rocks her hips into you, slow but hard, pushing her hips all the way forward till her cock is stuffed inside you again. Her cock is so deep, your body burns with pleasure. You hook your legs around her furry hips, moaning as you rock up against her.
“Yes.” You whimper. “Feels so good, Illyana.”
She grunts and takes that as her cue to start fucking you again. You can feel every ridge of her cock pulsing inside you as her cock throbs. The thought of her cumming inside you, of her filling with her demon seed, makes you ache. “Please.” You moan and tighten around her. She moans, and her wings shuffle, flapping behind her in excitement as she slams her hips forward, forcing the top of her cock through your cervix.
She starts to draw back, but stops. Or more accurately, something stops her. It takes a minute to process the pain, but it comes. You squirm as what must be the spines of her cock extend and hook her cock inside you. The sharp points stab into your inner walls, preventing her from pulling her cock back.
Her balls throbbing against your ass and a long moan is the only warning you get before her cum starts to spill inside you. It seems endless, rope after rope of thick, hot cum pouring directly into your womb. “Gonna make an excellent broodmare for my demonspawn.” Illyana huffs.
“Wh-What?” You whimper. The amulet has stopped glowing, and the pain starts flooding back. The spines of her cock poke painfully inside you, and the stretch of her cock starts feeling more intense than a few moments ago. “No.” She can’t be serious, she said before she couldn’t get you pregnant, it’s why she never wore condoms.
“Hush, not physically.” She grunts and rubs her hand over your stomach, swollen with her giant load of cum. “Demons aren’t born. Our baby will grow here, in Limbo, until it’s ready to leave its amniotic sac.”
“But…” You fumble, at a loss for words in confusion and pain. “We just-”
“Made it.” Illyana mumbles and taps your cum filled stomach with a long, clawed finger. “Demon baby maker.”
“You… what the fuck, Illyana?” You whine. Trying to sound angry proves difficult in this position. “What is wrong with you? Why did-” You’re cut off as she slaps your cheek.
“Enough pathetic whimpering.” Illyana growls and shifts. She tries to pull her hips back again, but her cock is still locked inside you. “You’ve never cared before.”
“Before…” You trail off, thinking of all the times Illyana has cum inside you. “We were making demon babies?”
“Yep. Every single time. I’m very virile.” Illyana grits her teeth, and you feel the sharp poke fade as the spines of her cock retract.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? You should have worn condoms.” You snap, but it comes out weak as she pulls out of you, a flood of thick cum mixed with your blood follows. You don’t feel like you can move; your cunt feels thoroughly wrecked.
“They’re not human babies; they don’t need anything. We’re just adding to Limbo’s population.” She mutters like it’s no big deal and examines the mess you’ve made on her monster cock. “I’ve never jerked off or anything in that form; the spines were a nice surprise.”
You would not call it nice at all, but you can only whine softly, unable to move your limp body from the mattress. Illyana grunts, as if your pain annoys her, and grabs both your hips. She drops down, kneeling on the side of the bed. You lift your head weakly, looking up at her. She licks her lips hungrily; her tongue is longer, thicker, and forked.
You know what’s coming, but still throw your head back when her tongue swipes over you. She pays special attention to your clit, using the fork of her tongue to toy with it. You writhe on the mattress, but she grabs your hips, sharp claws digging into your flesh to hold you still. Illyana’s long tongue dips inside your sore cunt. She ignores the way you squirm as she slips her long tongue as deep inside you as it’ll go.
Your chest grows warm as the amulet glows again, and your hips arch off the mattress instinctively. Illyana growls into your cunt, but swirls her tongue around inside you. She relishes the taste of both of your juices flooding her tongue. She eagerly drags the mixture out, slurping obscenely at the salty taste of her cum mixed with the metallic tang of your blood.
You grab for her hair, but grab a horn instead, pulling her closer. Your stomach tightens, and you hump her face, forcing her tongue to shiver inside you. The amulet on your chest grows hotter, almost painfully so, but you're too focused on Illyana’s demon tongue to think about anything else.
She's eaten you out before, gotten better at it after practice, but this is something else. Her tongue feels almost like a cock inside you, nothing compared to the cock hanging between her legs now, but an average, normal, human-sized one. It soothes the pain inflicted by her before, while also pressing against your most sensitive areas.
Your toes curl as she pulls some of her long tongue out, just enough so she can press the end against your clit. Her claws dig into your hips as she guides you to grind against it, forcing your clit to rub up and down the flat part of her tongue as the rest of it quivers inside you. It's too much to bear, you claw feverishly at her head, grabbing both horns as you cum. You jerk your hips against her face, cumming as she eagerly lets your arousal flood her tongue.
For the first time, you're glad she brought you to Limbo- thankfully, there's no one here to hear your pathetic moans as she makes you cum. She keeps guiding your hips as you grow weaker, riding out your orgasm until you're trembling from the continued stimulation. You try to push her head away with the horns, but she doesn’t stop. She wiggles her tongue, collecting as much of your taste as she can.
It’s too much, you writhe, body spasming as you cum again in quick succession. Illyana hums as your legs tighten around her head. Her claws dig into your hips as you try to wiggle away. She holds you firm, forcing you to take the overstimulation as she keeps feasting on you. “Please.” You sob and thrash, trying to push her mouth away as waves of pleasure and pain crash over you. She growls as your knee knocks into her cheek.
She takes her time pulling away, swirling her tongue around inside you as she retracts it into her mouth. “Delicious.” Illyana purrs and licks over her sharp teeth like a hungry predator. “And you’re all mine.” She bares her teeth and grazes them over the inside of your thigh. You shiver as her teeth tease your sensitive skin.
“Say it.” She growls. You can’t even process her words; your brain is overloaded from her cock and tongue. When you don’t answer her within five seconds, she sinks her teeth into your inner thigh. Fresh pain sears through you as her pointed teeth sink into your flesh. She releases you and lashes her tongue out, soothing the fresh bite mark. It’s not too terribly deep, but trickles of blood still flow from the wound and laps eagerly at it. “Say it.” She mumbles against your skin.
“Yours. I’m yours.” You whimper, fists balling the sheets beneath you.
“Let's make it more official.” She grunts and shoves herself up. When she stands, she has a metal pole in her hand. She must have had it stashed under the bed. Illyana twirls it, rotating it in her grip so you can see the other side.
“No.” You whisper softly when you see the carved shape of the metal at the other end. It’s her initials, I.R., in a sharp blocky font. Her claws wrap around the carved end, and it starts to glow red-hot in her grip. “No.” She wants to brand you, and clearly has for some time, if she’s had this made and stashed here waiting for the opportunity.
“Where do you want it? Ass would be best, I think. Unless you want it somewhere more visible.” She holds the brand in one hand and grabs your ankle with the other, predicting your attempt to escape.
“No.” You kick, somehow getting her grip loose enough to squirm free. You try to climb on your knees, but they buckle underneath you. Your legs are weak, unable to support your weight after Illyana’s torment.
“Where are you going?” Illyana bares her teeth and presses her shin against your thighs. She pins your legs to the bed with her strength and presses her hand against your back, pinning you face down on the mattress. “Hold still. If you mess this up, I’ll cut it off and do it again.” You’re helpless, pinned down with your ass exposed for her. With her current lack of restraint, you don’t doubt she’d make good on her promise, so you hold as still as you can.
You can’t help but tense in apprehension. You scream the second the hot metal touches your skin, searing her mark on you permanently on your ass cheek. She takes the heat away a couple of seconds later, but the burning lingers; if anything, it gets worse as time passes. “Fuck.” Illyana groans, “That’s so perfect, nobody else would dare touch you now.”
You hadn’t realized that was a concern of hers; if you had, you would have made sure to reassure her and avoid this. But now you’re stuck with her burning mark forever. You twist your head, looking at the mark branded on your flesh. It’s bright red and raised, a painful burn on your skin.
“Beautiful.” Illyana growls. You whine softly as she runs her claws over the fresh mark.
“Illyana.” The amulet glows bright on your chest, and a surge of arousal floods through you. It’s a total surprise to you, but you ache for her to fuck you again. You roll onto your back, trying to ignore the way your ass burns when your fresh brand presses against the smooth sheet underneath you.
Apparently, branding you really did it for her- her massive cock is rock hard again. “Want my cock again, whore?” You nod weakly as she growls at you. She sits heavily on the edge of the bed and lies back, folding her wings neatly underneath her. “Come ride it then.”
“Illyanaaa.” You whine. This is really unfair. Your legs barely work at this point.
“Get to it, cow.” She snaps, impatience spiking. You bite your lip at her choice of words and somehow manage to get on your hands and knees. You half crawl, half drag your lower half over to her and throw one leg over her hips. You straddle her, setting your dripping cunt atop her thick shaft. “Don’t sit down. Get up and take my fucking cock.”
She grabs your hips and lifts you up. Her cock sticks straight up, and she maneuvers you until your entrance is lined up. Illyana gives no warning before releasing your legs. You scream as you fall down onto her cock, forcibly impaled on her entire thick length. Your stomach bulges as her cock fills you brutally.
Illyana moans and grabs your hips again. She holds you in the air and starts moving her hips, not so much having you ride her as she is just fucking up into you. It’s slightly better for you, seeing as you don’t think you’re in a condition to actually ride her, but it still aches when she slams her cock all the way up into you. Her hooves are planted firmly against the ground for leverage.
She grunts and groans as she slams her cock into you. Her furry thighs are slamming against yours with every thrust. The amulet warms your skin, dulling the pain and spiking your pleasure. “Bet no other slut could take a cock this big.” She growls. “You’re just made for it, huh.”
You moan softly at her words. “Made for taking my cock and babies.” You grimace as she reminds you of your demon spawn babies, but can’t deny the gush of arousal that floods her cock.
“Yes.” You moan as she slams her hips up into you. “I want your babies.”
“You’re gonna get ‘em.” She moans as her cock throbs inside you. “Gonna take my seed and be my little breeding slut.”
“Please.” You whimper.
Illyana bares her teeth as she cums. Her cock pulses as she spills inside you for the second time. Her cum seems no less potent, the thick fluid filling you up till you’re swollen full of her load. You cum as her warmth spreads inside you, cunt spasming around her throbbing length. “You’re practically milking me.” Illyana groans as your cunt massages her length, draining every drop of cum from her balls.
You freeze as her spines stab into you again. The amulet can’t dull the sharp pain, and you collapse against her. Illyana grunts and groans as she weakly humps up into you a few more times before relaxing back against the mattress.
She leaves her cock stuck inside you as she moves back onto the mattress. She wraps her arms and wings around you, cocooning you against her as you struggle to stay conscious. “Sleep.” Her growl sounds almost like a purr, and the rumble of it in her chest lulls you further to sleep. “I’ll give you a healing potion when you wake up so that cunt is nice and tight for me next time.” How sweet. You shut your eyes, tucking your head into her chest as you fall asleep, her cock still stuck inside you.
