Sera stretched out on her bed, her tent open slightly to the tiny breeze that made the air less soupy. It was difficult enough breathing in this humidity without adding the stifling air of the tent to the problem. Exhausted, she stretched out, and before she could consider pulling her blankets over her naked skin she was asleep, the days exhaustion claiming her.
When she awoke, it was to the feel of rough hands on her. In this strange land, she came awake all at once, fear and adrenaline dumping into her veins with a palpable force. Standing amongst the clothes strewn about her tent was a demon, long horns curling from his head exactly like those of a goat, his skin a deep red, like wine. His black eyes weren't currently burning with hatred, as she expected, but his teeth were sharp to a one, and his hands, one of which was currently grasping her right breast with almost enough force to hurt, were tipped in massive black claws. She was alarmed to find not only was he leaning over her, he was kneeling between her legs, a toothy grin on his mouth.
"I found you after all," he said in a voice like gravel shifting. "I thought it would take longer, frankly." She pushed away from him with her hands, but his hand on her breast didn't release, and she cried out in pain at the force she herself had used. "Don't do that. Why would you want to go?"
"Don't touch me, demon," she hissed, her voice higher than she would've preferred. His grin only spread at this, his free hand slithering, snakelike, to curl around her lower back and pull her closer.
"Demon, is it?" She shifted her ass, pressed against his knees as he leaned over her, trying to find leverage, reaching her arm behind her to her pillow where she kept her dagger. "I suppose that's so," he added, his s sound a little hiss in his clamped teeth. "But that would be your fault, of course."
"My fault?" She asked, shocked, now trying to twist in his arms to find the weapon without injuring herself in his grasp. He laughed, a hissing laugh, and she looked at him in surprise momentarily before continuing the search. She felt if she kept him talking he couldn't rape her- not to mention it gave her more time to search.
"Oh, yessss," he added, leaning further over her, pressing her to the bed. At this she felt the inevitable press of his cock, long, far too long, pressed between them. She turned further, now, desperate to bring a weapon to hand. "You can't tell me you don't remember me? I suppose I *have* changed, but I'd hoped you'd be able to recall..." Something in his voice caused her to stop overturning blankets and turn to face him, leaning over her, his face just above hers. His eyes seemed enormous this close, his skin where it touched hers positively sizzling with heat. "I took your virginity."
Her mind flashed back to that moment. Sinking to the ground, overcome by lust, unable to defend herself. An imp, a mere imp, whose cock had been a foot if it was an inch, plunging into her over and over, finally exploding and pouring enough cum in her to cause her tummy to swell, just a bit. Just enough. But an imp four foot tall, *maybe*, not this... She looked at him again, and he watched as surprised crossed her features. A little deeper red, yes, and of course two feet taller, maybe more...
"You!" She gasped, arching back now, revulsion in her heart and a shameful thrill in her box. A twinge, a memory. "You robbed me of my-"
"Robbed?" He asked, incredulous, before he began laughing. "I *freed* you from it. And when I did, you gave me strength." He leaned back just slightly, parting his teeth now, and a tongue two feet in length issued from his mouth, moving downward to flicker like flame over her exposed nipples. Like a kiss of a flame on her skin, she hissed in response, experiencing something between a twinge of brief-lived pain and intense pleasure. His tongue darted back into his mouth just long enough to speak, always slipping out to tease her skin- the crease at the underside of her breasts, the flesh at her hips- always teasing and moving every change it got when his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied. "It was exactly what I needed. With that, I gained a few inches, I grew more powerful..." He laughed as he lapped at the edge of her ear. "With it, I was able to move my way up, out of the race of imps, growing stronger and stronger with everyone I defeated, until..." One of his hands slipped to her waist, resting there, the other took her right hand in his. "I'm virtually unbeatable."
"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, her voice angry, her last defense. With his weight on her abdomen, pressing there around his erection, she knew she couldn't free herself. She could only hope to buy enough time to formulate a plan. "You already got what you wanted from me!"
"Oh, no," he answered, his voice deep, rumbling in his chest. He gently stroked the hand he held with his fingers. "You see, you were the key to my strength. But of course, I can't fight *everyone* like this. I have greater ambitions than just to rise to a level where other imps will leave me alone... No, I was meant to rule. And to rule..." He leaned down, kissing her, his lips as hot if not hotter than his skin, too hot to be pleasant, not quite hot enough to sere. "I'll need an army."
He held her hand now firmly, no longer simply comfortably. The hand that had held her waist now pulled her other hand into his, effectively incapacitating both of her hands. She finally realized what he intended and began to thrash but it did no good- he was simply too heavy, filled out to his new height with impressive muscles, hard against her skin. She fought to close her legs but he was already between them, and with a quick buck, and another, he was poised at her entrance, and no amount of kicking could dislodge him. His cock had, mercifully, stayed the same length, but a twelve-inch cock it was, and while her traitorous body flooded her pussy and thighs with anticipation, she thrashed.
"Let me go!" She yelled, frustration and anger in her voice. She tried rolling him off of her but he merely leaned on this hip she had canted toward him until she knew it was no use.
"I'll let you go, don't worry," he promised, his tongue darting down to her entrance, flicking her clit just once, enough to send a shock through her body. "Once I've planted my seed deep inside of you, I'll let you go. I've been working on a few special magics, just with you in mind, my dear." He laughed again, and she became frantic, fighting harder. "First...." He placed a hand on her abdomen and for a brief moment in the dark tent she saw a flash of deep red, an evil, sinister glow, before it was gone. Her womb grew hot, almost too hot to bear, and she had briefly stopped moving in horror. "For fertility, of course," he added, kissing her briefly, his lips closed in an almost chaste manner. "Secondly..." He reached, this time, further down, a hand cupped over her pussy in an almost protective gesture. As she attempted to move away from his hand he merely followed her, until another light briefly strobed the tent with crimson. "That will do two things. It will compel our offspring to come to me once you've borne them. And of course..." At that moment she felt her own juices beading her lips, the skin there becoming inflamed. She gasped a bit as she felt her clit puff slightly, growing with arousal. She grit her teeth. "That's a side effect. I assure you, I would have you either way."
"That's not reassuring," she intended to growl, though she sounded a bit too whiny for her tastes. She felt her heart speeding up, her skin becoming warm. Was that a side effect of the spell, or...?
"You'll be very reassured in a moment," he said in a bedroom voice, kissing her again. With a few more careful motions, his long, hard, ribbed cock pressed just barely inside her labia. She gasped, arched a little in readiness, and at that moment he let go of her hands. She wanted to pretend that it was because he was too occupied elsewhere, but whether it was the magic or the memory of the first night they were together, or even the absolute certainty in his voice, the fight went out of her the instant his cock pressed that last inch, ready to impale her. "Tell me, did you bear my children last time?"
