"Why would she attack me?" I asked him, looking into her mismatched eyes.
"You've cum inside her, yes?" I nodded, "It wasn't an attack then, she was after more of your seed. You see the vampires, aren't like how human stories portray them. Blood is what sustains their life, but there was something a female vampire discovered towards the end of the twelfth century, this discovery worked far better than blood and supplied a vampire with more power than thought possible, human sexual fluids. Because of this the vampire quickly rose in the vampire hierarchy."
"Should I assume that Madi is a descendant of this vampire?" I asked still looking at Madi's frozen form. He nodded.
"I would also assume that since your sperm is much more potent than a human's, or even most demons, she has become addicted to it. I also believe she is pregnant." He said and pointed to her slightly bulging belly.
I wasn't that surprised. Especially when you consider the fact that I cum enough to inflate her womb, therefore I most likely also flood her ovaries as well.
"Credo," I said turning to him, "Release her." He only nodded upon seeing my raging horse shaped erection. Once Madi was released she fell onto me, her fangs lightly grazing my neck, but not penetrating, as she planted a dozen kisses on me, her hands running over my naked body, pausing to pinch my rock hard nipples, before going down my taut stomach, and finally finding a foot and a half of throbbing meat. I concentrated and began growing my tentacles, when suddenly I felt something familiar. I looked around us and saw them; the roses, but how? I looked around and a saw a small chest opened at the side, where hundreds of roses flowed from, effectively covering my furniture, my walls, and of course Madi and me. I could feel their soft caresses as they replaced Madi's hands on my breasts, wrapping around each globe tightly, kneading them, while they pinched and 'licked' my pleading teats.
The rose petals at the tips each felt like mouths, as they kissed and suckled on my flesh. I looked up, and saw two with needles growing from the tips. Here we go again, I thought and gasped when they pierced my already inflated breasts, all the while Madi was licking my solid length and kissing the spongy tip, lapping the pre-cum that flowed. Credo hadn't remained inactive during this, and had moved so that his massive cock stood not two inches from my face. I opened wide and felt him enter my throat in one smooth, yet powerful motion. I could feel my throat stretched obscenely around his girth of nearly five inches. Likewise Madi had forced over six inches into her own mouth, salivating wildly, coating my cock in layer after layer of her spit. In the meantime the needled roses had removed themselves from my tits, which now basically said 'screw you physics!'. Sitting proudly on my chest were twin globes each bigger than my head and with nipples that stood at four inches long and an inch thick, looking like miniature cocks. Two normal roses came to them and began sucking, taking all four inches into themselves.
I could smell Credo so strongly. His musky scent permeated the room, filling it with all of our aphrodisiacs and pheromones, each so strong that any human who walked in would join in the depraved act. Actually that's not a bad idea. Sending out mental commands to all the models I worked with, I felt my cum begin to boil within, my cock growing another inch in girth, while Credo's balls made audible gurgling sounds as he began to cum, down my throat, and straight into my small stomach. The roses also joined in, spraying me and Madi with their green tinted seed, even as our stomachs bloated with semen. I could feel the endless stream pouring down my throat, and I knew Madi felt it as well, as I came gallons down her small throat.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. The models were here. My smile was like the one of a villain whose evil plan had come to fruition, as the models came in, their naked bodies showing off their curves and their swollen pussies all dripping with arousal. Impregnate them... I don't know where the thought came from, and it worried me, for all of five seconds, as the models, were restrained and lifted into the air by the roses. There were a dozen of them, but there were hundreds of roses, as twelve pairs of needled vines rose to each model's human sized breasts. I pushed Madi off of me, to a whine from her, much like a dog. That's what she is now, the strange thought was right; she's my bitch, my slave, and she will forever do as I say. I looked up at the bounty before me, as each breast inflated to the size of basketballs. From my back I grew a dozen tentacles, each four inches thick and infinitely long, complete with a near endless supply of potent semen.
They were all moaning in bliss as their breasts were inflated further. When I finally impregnate them, there will be a lot of young, dozens, no hundreds, so they needed breasts like milk factories. I grew a dozen new tentacles, each tipped with a tiny needle, these would force them to release every egg within their ovaries at once. The phallus tentacles moved in first, stretching their small human pussies wide as they pushed in, the slime they secreted would keep them from being harmed, while also lubricating them, combined with the women's abundant juices made the entrance smooth and painless. Soon I pressed against each of their cervix, pressing onward, forcing the thickness inside their wombs, the place where my own children would spawn. I forced more of each tendril into each, coiling it up inside of them, the action obvious through the bulges that were their wombs. After what must've been a kilometre of tentacles meat had entered them, creating spiral shaped bulges. I withdrew.
It took all of two minutes to retract the tentacles, until only the tips remained inside. They were all babbling incoherently, having experienced multiple orgasms from being filled with so much hot, throbbing meat.
"There's more where that came from." I said and grew yet another set of tentacles, these ones six inches thick, and carried, not sperm, but eggs, exact replicas of theirs'. These entered them, causing their lengths to bulge from each woman's taut abdomen, thanks to the combined thickness of ten inches. Once in their womb the thicker tentacles began to spray their eggs inside, actually swelling the wombs with the sheer amount. I knew that their bodies wouldn't be able to take such drastic swelling, meaning that I would have to alter their bodies further. I felt my power boil within me, even as their bellies began to look four months pregnant just from additional eggs. I released the power into each, making their bodies able to stretch pass the extreme.
Only now did I begin. My four inch tentacles began fucking them hard and fast, while more eggs poured inside, and then a final set joined in, stretching their already obscene cunts over a foot around the combined girth. None were conscious anymore, having passed out from the overpowering orgasms. But I wasn't done yet. A quick thought later and they were awake, now able to resist the lure of unconsciousness, and experience every second of tormenting pleasure. It was mesmerising to see their cunt lips actually being being stretched taut around the combined girth of three tentacles, as they pulled out their lips were too, then they were forced back inside of them. I'd been so focused on fucking their cunts I'd forgotten about their various other orifices.
(Third Person)
Credo was surprised by Lisa's behaviour. He and the other demons had observed her since she was a young girl, and not once had she displayed this kind of personality. Doubtful thoughts crept their way into his mind: What if this was the Demon King's doing? What if this was the plan all along? He wasn't sure why he thought this, he'd been born a demon, raised by the King himself. He wasn't a fool, he wouldn't dare try to anger the angel's by taking over Earth. But what if he wasn't thinking straight? As of late the King had been acting differently, he no longer left his throne room, whereas before he'd been very active, often wandering around the demon world, and when he did leave the room, it was only to go to his private quarters, a place that not even Credo had seen, and he'd been treated like a son to the King. But no one had seemed accept him, as though he weren't a demon.
He thought about it, trying to remember a time before the kingdom. Demons don't forget anything, even from infancy they can remember everything, however Credo could not. It was as though a wall were stopping him, and when he pressed it a sharp pain would flare, as though he'd been shot in the head. This time however he was bearing the pain, pressing against it with all his demonic might. He couldn't understand why he wanted to break through it now, it was as though everything would come to light if he just broke through. Credo's physical body was doing nothing, just standing there, with a vacant expression, however Lisa and Madi were far too absorbed in fucking, and seeing the dozen human bodies stretched and distorted to insane levels, to notice him. The wall suddenly gave way, letting him into the deepest recesses of his consciousness.
What he found was only faces, with names written in a language not even he knew. As he dove deeper, things became clearer, as though he had been seeing the world through clear plastic, and that plastic had been removed, letting him see with clarity. The further we ventured the language began to make sense, though the names were impossible to say or write in any human language. He started to hear voices, most called to him, others tried to turn him away. He ignored the minority and continued.
Suddenly he was standing in a sunlit meadow, much like the one where he and the roses had fucked Lisa for the first time, however something was different; the roses were brightly coloured and still had their thorns. These weren't the things that captivated him however, it was the tall blonde woman who squatted over a bed of white roses, studying them, as though they were beauty incarnate. Then she saw him and smiled brilliantly, the bright sunlight reflected by her teeth, but that wasn't what took his breath away. It was Lisa, except it wasn't. Something about her was different, her face and figure were the same, but her demeanour was completely different, as though she weren't human.
"Where have you been, Michael?" She asked standing to her full height. She wore nothing, her breasts on full display, tipped with rose coloured nipples hard as stone. He was about to reply that his name wasn't Michael, but realised he couldn't say it. Instead what came out was:
"My apologies, the Watchers are paying closer attention to me. They are beginning to suspect us." He said, his voice, usually soft, but gruff at the same time, was deeper, and smoother, as though it were designed to soothe those around him.
