#demon breeding

Cute little bred slut becomes addicted to Demon cock, summoning them over and over to fuck her full of cum as the first Demon's baby grows in her belly.

Cute little slut for Demon cock ending up nothing more than a cock addicted breeding slut for a group of Demons who love fucking human sluts.

Your father had always warned you of the danger of reading, but you'd never taken him seriously until this very day.

You're the young monarch of a small kingdom deep within the mountains. You'd been married to a king over a decade your senior as a way to solidify political alliances, and while your relationship was cordial, it'd never been particularly warm. The king seemed to hold little interest in members of your gender, but he still came to your bed like clockwork with the clinical intent to sire an heir. You endured it, because what other choice did you have? He had staff to cater to all of your whims and was never unkind, so you could have done much worse.

But still, you couldn't help but feel... neglected. You had needs, even if you didn't fully understand them, and no one with which to explore or satisfy them.

At least, not until you found the book.

Tucked in among your wedding gifts had been a slim volume wrapped in gilded leather, filled with strange things. You couldn't read the text, but the illustrations-- oh, those illustrations. Fantastic creatures of every size and shape were drawn in exquisite detail, not a single aspect missing the artist's trained eye.

It felt scandalous to gape at the familiar yet still alien shapes of their genitalia, but no matter how many times you slammed the book shut in mortification and hid it away, you always dug the tome back out. You always returned to a select handful of the pages, wondering why they made you feel so warm. If only you had someone to ask-- but as the king's foreign consort, you didn't have anyone you could trust with such an intimate query.

Then the dreams began.

And you quickly came to realize what that strange heat meant.

The monsters invaded your dreams like the fabled barbarians of the plains, swift and brutal. They chased you like a wolf hunting a rabbit, harrying your nude form through endless torch-lit corridors and toying with you until you could run no more. But instead of tearing out your throat, they flipped you onto your hands and knees. The horrible realization of what they intended crashed over you and choked off your cries of terror, leaving you frozen and trembling.

One of them mounted you like a beast on the hard stone floor. Thick shafts, tentacles, and appendages you couldn't even name flowed over your body with possessive intent, enveloping and fondling you in ways you'd never been touched before. Terror began to fuse with other things you couldn't name, similar to what you'd felt when gazing at that filthy book: heat, hunger, and a baffling emptiness between your thighs. Even while claws scraped over your skin, you wanted... you wanted...

"Accept us," a discordant voice rose from nowhere, countless voices layered over one another and ringing in your ears. Something nudged purposefully against your hole, teasing you with a taste of what your tormenter offered without truly entering you. Something hot and wet stroked its way down your neck until it curled around a nipple, plucking at the hardening nub until you whimpered. "Your body pleases us. Welcome us in, and we will overwhelm you with the kind of pleasure you'll never receive from your own kind."

You choked on a sob, your hips jerking instinctively back to meet the promised intrusion even as you shook your head. This wasn't right. You're married, and you had undeniable responsibilities to your husband and kingdom. Not to mention the fact that this thing at your back wasn't even human--

The shaft kissing your hole pulsed and began to vibrate, the sensation making your eyes roll back in your head.

"This is only a dream, little human," the voice taunted, its appendages winding even more closely around you. "There's no harm in indulging in a simple fantasy, is there?"  There was a hint of menace behind the voices, sure, but it only seemed to stoke the flames in your belly even higher as your willpower began to melt away. "All you have to do is let us in."

Your hole clenched around nothing, eager to suck in anything that would fill it. You'd never felt like this before, and you didn't know how to handle the sensations crashing over you. How could such horrifying monsters make your body burn so hot?

What am I accepting?

Do I even care?

With a moan, you hesitantly spread your thighs in silent permission to the creature.

"Accept. Us."

"Yes," you whimpered, dropping your face to the floor in shameful submission. "Enter me. Ease this ache inside of me before I go mad, please!"

The beast's savage roar of victory nearly made you empty your bladder, but the sudden thrust of something impossibly hard and thick into your aching body immediately drove the fear away. The hulking creature wasted no time in fucking your soft, pampered body into the flagstone floor with all of the abandon of a wild animal. All you could do was hang on and take it. And when it finally finished inside of you, the sudden surge of wet heat painting your insides sent you tumbling over the edge of your very first orgasm.

Oh gods. Oh gods. This dream... sex couldn't possibly feel so good, could it? Pleasure that wiped your mind and left you feeling like you'd transcended to another plane of existence?

Sweaty, dazed, and leaking fluids from your freshly-fucked hole, all you could do was watch as the next creature moved to take its place at your back. Something cooler and more flexible slid into your sloppy hole this time, knobby protrusions along the length catching on the rim before popping inside. And how many more beasts waited along the edges of your vision for their turn?

Oh.

As the bumped shaft started to find its own rough rhythm, you deliriously found yourself hoping that this dream would never end.

It's been over seven months since your first experience with the dreams, and as promised, they fill your nights with untold pleasure. But there's been an unexpected complication.

You've fallen pregnant.

Your husband's kingdom is ecstatic with the news of the coming heir, his family embracing you with more kindness and attention than they ever have before. Your spouse is pleased, though he stopped bedding you the moment your condition became known.

Not that you mind. His disinterested late-night fumbling bores you; you'd much rather drift off to sleep and find satisfaction in the coils and claws of your imaginary lovers.

But as your pregnancy progresses, you can't help but wonder what has spawned in your womb. It seems foolish to imagine that the father could possibly be anyone but your husband, right? In reality, you've only ever entertained the king's attentions. The monsters aren't real. They haven't actually filled you with their seed, no matter how often they've left you sore and bloated from the sheer volume they've poured into you during your fantasies. You can't have been bred by figments of your imagination.

Yet still you find yourself plagued by apprehension. Your belly grows with unexpected speed, filling out into a taut sphere that hangs heavily from your frame. Your mother-in-law is sure this means you carry more than one child and begins taking every opportunity she can to rub your abdomen. This embarrasses you, but you don't feel like you can tell her no.

The midwife isn't as sure; she cautions your in-laws that you could just be carrying large for your first pregnancy. You can tell that she is puzzled by how quickly you've grown, since she's been attending you since your wedding in hopes of helping you conceive. At least you get along well, and she seems to be genuinely on your side. The last thing you need is someone suspecting you of trying to cuckold the king.

Because as much as logic dictates that such thoughts are foolishness, you still struggle against disquiet.

Maybe it is borne of guilt for being unfaithful to your husband, at least in your mind.

Maybe it has to do with the obvious pleasure that the dream-creatures take in fucking your gravid royal form.

Or maybe it is because of the way your belly sometimes moves, writhing and shifting like a bag full of eels. The baby's just active, right? It's not like you could possibly be carrying the offspring of some unnatural monster in your womb.

Of course not.

Got this ask over on my pregnancy blog, hush-writes-preg, but it seemed more suited for this one. So I'm gonna post the ask here instead.

You'd taken great care to prepare your summoning circle, determined to remain in control and force the demon to do your bidding.  You wanted power, a link to the infernal, but without the risk of losing yourself in the process.

Unfortunately, you bit off a little more than you could chew.

Instead of summoning a lesser demon, a greater demon appeared in your circle and quickly made you its bitch.  Rather than demanding that it share its power with you, you keened and ground yourself down on its massive cock like a shameless harlot, your eyes rolling back in your head when the first few spurts of unholy seed spurted into your womb.  You'd lain on the floor like a cream-filled pastry afterward, your swollen stomach sluggishly leaking fluids out onto the floor from your savage fucking, and the demon had laughed at the sight you made. 

'You'll get what you wanted,' it sneered, leaning over you with its burning eyes.  'But on my terms.'

And your power did increase, to be sure, allowing you to cast spells that you'd never even dreamed of before.  But with it came a hunger unlike anything you'd ever known.  You tried to tell yourself that you were just compensating for the raw power you expended, but as time passed and your waistline continued to expand, you knew that there had to be something more.  Something diabolical.  But without knowing the demon's name or nature, you couldn't be sure.

Months passed.  The holidays loomed on the horizon.  You'd recently realized that you'd gotten pregnant, though you couldn't be sure who the father was since you'd been with several lovers.  But you don't even consider the idea that the demon could possibly be the father, for that would only lead to questions you were afraid to answer.

Halloween came, and you found yourself going through bags of candy at a time.  Thanksgiving rolled around with its plentiful bounty, and you did your best to brush off your family's disbelieving comments about your pregnancy as you dug into your fifth heaping plate of turkey and stuffing.  By the time Christmas arrived, your stomach clamored for food around the clock, and you ordered a family meal for eight to be delivered to your house from the local supermarket because you'd grown too large and ungainly to cook or fetch it yourself.  

As others set off fireworks to celebrate the New Year, you sat in your kitchen at a table piled high with food, gorging yourself with nearly anything you could grab.  Your body, once slim and well-toned, had now grown incredibly soft and corpulent, while your near-term belly hung almost obscenely distended from your middle.  Movement could be seen just under the skin as your demonic spawn wriggled and squirmed, but you barely paid it any mind. 

All thoughts of gaining power had fled in the face of your obsessive need to eat, and all you could think about was the next thing to stuff into your mouth. 

You had no idea that the demon of gluttony watched you in great amusement, pleased to see its offspring growing so well within your ever-expanding body.  It would only be a matter of days before you'd bring its spawn into the world, and you had to be well-fed to give it healthy children, after all.