Demon’s Pet 05

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Series notes: This story crosses into a few different categories. It's primarily a Sci-Fi/Fantasy piece. However, there are several scenes involving incestuous sex - which is why it is categorized the way that it is. ~ This piece is part of a series. The story will make more sense if you read it from start to finish. ~

All of the chapters in the story-chain will be submitted at the same time and should appear every day or so - depending on what the admins decide.

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~~~ Friday evening ~~~

I arrived at the address and climbed out of my car to find the half-demon police officer waiting for me.

As I approached she fidgeted nervously. From her body language, I could tell that she really wanted to have sex immediately - but she was more than a little curious about how the evening would play out. She'd already warned me that her mother would probably go ape-shit when she saw me.

"I'll go in first," she said.

I nodded.

"Give me about five minutes to get most of the small talk out of the way and find a place to fade into the shadows before you knock. The doorbell doesn't work."

"Got it," I replied.

"I want to kiss you so badly but Mom might ..."

"Later ...," I promised.

She nodded, sighed deeply, and headed up the stairs to the apartment building.

There were four units in the structure. My destination was the one on the right - at the top of the stairs.

I sat on the hood of my car and fucked with my phone while I waited. I had a text from Naomi. She was horny again - or still.

Some gang-banger walked by and tried to give me attitude. I just laughed at him, shaking my head, and went back to looking at my phone. He slowed for a half-second - like he was going to try me - and then decided better of it.

I'd already brushed against his mind to see if and when he decided to attack. I had his home address. His mom was kind of hot. If I wrapped this up quickly enough, maybe I could go visit her and then he'd get a surprise when he got home from his little drug-courier task ...

I slid my phone into my pocket and headed for the door. On my way there, I thought about some of the alarms that Malady's mom used on the door to her home. I put one around my car, so I'd know if the little shit came back and decided to be stupid. I climbed the stairs and knocked.

Natalie - the little sister - opened the door.

Natalie was a Goth wannabe. Her black hair was shaved off on one side of her head and hung to her jaw on the other. She was dressed in black - with grey layers underneath. Her lower lip was pierced at the right edge. Nose rings, earrings, gauges, thumb rings, and a spiked choker completed the look. Her hymen was still intact, as the cop had suggested.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw her mother begin to react to me and pulled the door from Natalie's hand, closing it. I locked it with magic and immediately shrouded the room.

"Hey!" Natalie objected.

In seconds, Matilda, the officer's mother, was naked - lying prostrate on the floor - with her hands gripping my toes.

"Merciful master ...," she pleaded.

"Mother?!" the girl gasped. "What the fuck are you doing?"

From the corner of the kitchen, Madi/Madilyn (the police officer) - laughed.

"Man, mom," she said. "I knew you had it bad but ..."

"If you let him claim you, you will know the fire burning in my loins," her mother answered.

Her mother turned her head enough to look into her older daughter's eyes. Madi looked back at her and gave her a confident and knowing smile.

"You have ...? Was he not magnificent?"

Madilyn glanced at me and then looked back at her mother, blushing.

"Yeah, it was pretty fucking amazing."

"What the fuck are you two going on about?" the younger daughter asked.

Madi turned to look at her little sister.

"I thought you said you had some birthday surprise coming ...?" Natalie asked her.

Madi flicked her eyes at me and then back to the girl.

Natalie looked at me and saw that there was nothing in my hands. She looked up at my face and then glanced back at her sister.

"HE's the surprise?" she asked.

"He's a great one ...," her mother intoned reverently.

Still lying, naked, on the floor, she looked up - into my face. Her eyes were glowing with lust.

"... like the one who sired your sister."

The Goth wannabe looked at her sister - then her mother - and then back at me.

"What the fuck does that mean?" she asked.

"Your mother thinks I'm a demon," I answered, "and that I can make you cum so hard your brain will melt."

"Really?" she asked, the doubt obvious in her tone. "Is she right about that?"

"I was human - just like you about ..."

I quickly did the math. My birthday had been a week ago last Sunday.

"... 12 days ago?"

She smirked at me.

"Oh! And you're not human anymore?" she asked.

"I was snatched from between my girlfriend's thighs by a demoness before I could become a man," I told her. "She gave me to her daughter as a snack."

I had her attention. Her mouth hung open, waiting for the rest of the story. I fed her a little more.

"The daughter tried to have sex with me, but my dick caught on fire. She fed me some of her blood - to heal me and make me stronger. Some strange shit happened and then we fucked."

"You lost your cherry to a demon?" she gasped.

I nodded.

"Yeah."

"Is she hot?"

"Dick ... fire ...," I said, smirking.

She laughed.

"No ...", she sighed.

"She's not what you would call a classical beauty," I said, "but she fucks like a ... well, like a demon - and I'm pretty addicted to her."

"So you tend to her ... needs ... and she takes care of you?" she asked, smirking.

"Well ...," I said. "She does have this evil scheme to escape from the cave where her mother keeps her. She wants me to fuck a bunch more virgins because they make me stronger and then ... I don't know ... we'll escape from there ... I don't really know the plan after we get away. I think she's just tired of being trapped and controlled ..."

Natalie shot a look at her mother.

"I don't do that ...," her mother replied, without turning her head.

"You just THINK you have it bad, princess ...," the cop told her sister.

"So ...," Natalie summarized, "you're just here to fuck me so you can get stronger ...?"

"Well ... it's also pretty fun ... and then my demon girlfriend reads my mind and replays everything and usually sucks me off while telling me how good my semen tastes when I'm doing naughty shit."

She stared at me in disbelief for a long moment.

"Fine," she said finally. "You're some super-powered demon fuck-machine. Without touching her, make my mother cum."

"Can I use my voice on her?" I asked.

"Wait ... You can just order her to cum ...?"

"Knowing how susceptible she is," I explained, "I think I could order her to do just about anything and she wouldn't even resist."

"No commands," Natalie said, looking smug and worried at the same time.

I looked down at her mother. Her face was pointed at my feet.

"Look at me," I told her.

"No voice commands!" Natalie yelled.

"Please," I said. "That's not a command."

I looked into the 18-year-old's eyes and filled my voice with magic.

"Do not blink,"

I commanded.

The air in the apartment vibrated with the power of my decree. Natalie's body trembled and her eyes widened a little. I thought maybe it looked like she was trying to override my decree - but she didn't blink. At my feet, her mother's body shuddered as she climaxed.

Natalie was still staring into my eyes.

"What did you do to her?" she asked me.

She glanced down at her mother and then looked back up at me.

"His voice ...," Matilda moaned.

"You came ... from that?" she asked her mother.

"Well," I explained. "She WAS pretty horny - even before I got here."

The strain looked like it was starting to get to Natalie - so I decided it was time to end my little demonstration. I laced my voice with magic again.

"You can blink,"

I commanded.

With a gasp, she threw her right hand over her eyes, shutting them, and holding them closed - trying to get moisture to them.

"Fuck!" she complained.

After a few moments, she looked back up at me and blinked a few times to clear her vision.

"Look at me," I told her mother again.

Her eyes fixed on mine and I began - sort of - pushing lust into her through my eyes. She began moaning and writhing.

"Stop!" Natalie said. "No ... uh ... whatever the hell you're doing with your eyes."

The police officer, sitting in the corner, gave a little bark of laughter.

Natalie spun and glared at her - then she turned back to me.

Rather than focus on her mother - and get accused of cheating again - I set my eyes on hers. I wasn't really seeing Natalie - more like looking THROUGH her.

I sent my mind out to touch her mother's. She accepted me like a long-lost lover. It took no effort at all to create all kinds of stimulation within her body.

I sent a mental image of a long, forked tongue sliding into her vagina - wriggling, writhing, and burrowing - until it reached the door of her womb.

"Ah ...! Yes ...! Fuck...!" she screamed.

The Goth girl glanced down to see her mother's cunt leaking onto the floor.

"That's one," I said.

Matilda panted for breath, her cheek lying on the floor, still recovering from her climax.

I gave her a half-minute and then started again.

The next image I slid into her mind was of me sporting a two-foot long monster cock, pinning her to the floor, and slowly shoving it into her - nearly splitting her apart. Her body shuddered and convulsed as her mind sent off messages about what was happening.

"Fuck ... Fuck ... Fuck ... Fuck ... Oh ...!" she gasped.

Her vagina clenched and writhed - trying to grapple with the penis that her mind told her was buried inside of her. Meanwhile, she came - harder and longer than she had before.

"Alright! Alright ...," Natalie finally said.

I pulled my mind away from her mother's and let her relax. She lay there - moaning. Aftershocks passed through her body every once in a while.

Natalie glared at me.

"If I'm going to be some kind of motherfucking demon sacrifice," she spat. "I want the full fucking deal."

She shoved the items that were sitting on the coffee table onto the floor.

"We've got the virgin and the altar ...," she said. "All we need now are some iron chains and a demon with a monster-cock."

The little bitch wanted to be fucked by a real, live demon? Fine. I decided to give her exactly what she was asking for.

I released my hold on my human form and began to transform.

I sent a blanket of flames to wash over my body - and hers. Our clothing disappeared in a flash. Bits of ash fluttered to the floor - the only thing left of our garments.

As I grew to my 10-foot height, I reached my taloned claw towards her. I set my palm against her naked chest, wrapped my fingers around her neck, shoulders, and ribs - and lifted her into the air.

She opened her mouth - to scream - and I wove a spell to siphon away the sound. Her vocal cords thrummed as she let it all out - but no sound came from her throat or mouth.

I shoved her down onto the top of the coffee table. I held her there as I used magic to fashion chains. Shackles formed around her wrists and ankles. The heavy iron chains secured themselves to the piece of furniture - binding her in place.

The table really wasn't big enough for the full effect - having her stretched out on top of the sacrificial altar - with her arms and legs pulled taut by the chains. I used more magic to make the table bigger and bigger until she was lying - spread-eagle and unable to move - on the dark brown surface.

Equal parts of terror and lust warred within Natalie's eyes as she studied my demon body - my scale-covered hide, my powerful limbs, my razor-like claws, my glowing red eyes, my sharp curled horns, my massive jaw filled with pointy ivory daggers - and my huge, vein-covered cock.

I got down onto my hands and feet like an animal - and set my eyes on her like a lioness does the gazelle - just before it leaps into the air and delivers death.

Natalie's eyes opened as wide as they could when I leapt eight feet into the air and descended on her like a wraith - landing heavily on top of her.

My tongue, massive cock, and prehensile tail all slithered over her tiny naked body - grasping, gripping, and tugging at her tender flesh. My teeth were inches from her face.

She screamed again - but still no sound came.

When the muscles of her throat were tender and sore, her scream ended - though her mouth was still hanging open. Her eyes found mine looking back - and she finally stilled.

"Any last words ... sacrifice?" I asked her.

My voice rumbled and grated - rolling against her ears - like chains being dragged across the ground.

"Do it!" she screamed defiantly.

She hadn't expected any sound to come out. She froze as her ears heard her own rebellious response.

I rocked my hips back, brought the head of my monstrous penis to her entrance, and then looked into her eyes again.

"Do it," she challenged.

She started cumming as soon as I pushed inside of her. Her hymen fled in terror. I slid more and more of my penis into her tight channel until she couldn't take anymore. Then I gave another quick, hard thrust - just to hear her scream.

I had always been amazed at how Malady's vagina could completely destroy me. Now I knew how it felt. This was almost no effort at all. In fact, the hardest part of fucking this human was controlling myself - to keep from just slamming my cock into the girl until I came - destroying her body in the process - but getting what my inner demon needed.

I slid my penis in and out of her a few more times - just to watch her writhe and squirm. She was stuffed so full of cock that her body didn't know how to deal with it. As it was, only about a third of my length was even inside of her.

I let my penis twist, writhe, wriggle, pulse, and vibrate within her. I studied the girl's face as she came over and over again. I stopped before I thought she was going to pass out. I held still until she recovered.

When she was lucid once again, I bred her - pouring my seed through her vagina - into her womb.

In the past, I hadn't been sure whether or not I was impregnating them. This time, it was like I watched it happen.

Her egg dropped into her uterus as my sperm fought each other to determine the victor. The strongest sperm consumed all of the others and then turned its attention to the unfertilized ovum. It raced to capture it, wrapped it in a fiery cocoon, and then pulled it into itself.

"A girl," I told her.

"What?!" she gasped.

"You'll have a girl," I repeated. "My daughter."

I heard something hit the floor and turned my head to see the female police officer on her knees - right beside me - with her hands clenched in front of her - in a position of petition.

"Please ... Master ...," she begged.

I sighed.

She had, quite seriously, delivered a virgin to me. It was only fair that I grant her some boon if she desired it.

I sent away the chains that bound her sister, stood to my feet, picked Natalie up, and dropped her onto the couch. I picked up their mother, cast a quick spell to clean her up - as well as the floor, and then set her on the sofa next to her youngest daughter. Matilda wrapped her little girl in a hug, smiling like the world's proudest grandmother.

I looked down at the cop.

"Like this - or as a human?" I asked her.

Her cunt immediately began salivating and I knew what her answer would be. Her mother had told her stories about her father - and now she had watched me fuck her sister. She wanted to fuck a demon as well.

I waved my hand and her clothes fell to the floor. I picked her up, splayed her out on the table, and crawled on top of her.

She took my tooth-filled jaw in her hands and kissed me hungrily as I speared my cock inside of her. She set her jaw, ground her teeth together, and simply endured as I fucked her. She pushed her climax back as long as she could - before screaming out her release. I kissed her and poured my seed into her - sending it off on its sacred mission.

Like her sister, her egg dropped into her womb and the victorious sperm grabbed a hold of it and wrestled it into submission.

She looked up - into my eyes - smiling - waiting for my pronouncement. I grinned and gave her another kiss - delaying my answer.

"Come on!" she complained. "You're killing me!"

I grinned more broadly and said, "A girl."

Tears flowed from her eyes. I worried that she was mad about not having a boy - but - when I touched her mind - I saw that they were joyful tears.

I kissed her again and climbed off of her. I sat on the coffee table and looked at their mother.

"I suppose you want a baby too - you withered old hag?" I snarled, letting my voice grate over her.

She slid to her knees on the floor, wrapped her hands around my penis, and looked up into my eyes. There was such a pleading look on her face that I couldn't deny her.

I felt slightly chagrined for being feisty with her when she was such a huge sucker for the whole demon thing. I decided maybe I needed a different approach with her. I scooped her into my arms and brought her onto my lap - and then I began to transform - back into an 18-year-old human named Malcolm Levid.

I cuddled her body against mine and kissed her.

"Hello, there, Beautiful lady," I purred. "How would you like to turn an innocent boy into a man?"

She reached between us, caught my cock in her hand, and brought it to her entrance. She shifted her weight forward - rolling her hips - and took me all of the way inside of her. I bumped the girth up a notch to really give her what I knew she wanted.

She kissed, hugged, and caressed me as she lifted and dropped her cunt onto my penis - over and over - until her climax was close.

When her latest kiss ended, I looked into her eyes.

"I'm about to cum, Mother. Is it okay for me to pour my naughty seed inside of you? You might get pregnant, Mommy, and then what would the neighbors say?"

"Please ...," she begged.

I groped her breasts, pulled on her nipples, and kissed her - and then I flooded her with my seed. She pulled my head against her bosoms and held me.

"Yes ...," she hissed.

She clung to me. She wouldn't release her hold on me until she knew that the deed was done and I informed her of the result.

I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered low enough that only she would hear me.

"Keep our son away from all of the pretty little girls until he turns 18 and then you can make him into a man."

Her arms constricted around my neck so fiercely that I half-worried she might separate my head from my shoulders. She clasped my face in her hands and kissed me again and again and again.

When she finally released me - and turned toward her daughters - the two of them had huge smiles on their faces. They grabbed her from my lap - pulling her off of my cock - and she tumbled into their shared embrace.

I stood, eased myself into a shadow, and teleported to my car - leaving the happy family to celebrate. I drove home (naked), parked in the driveway, and then I used the shadows to teleport into my room. I flopped onto my back on the bed.

Malady's lips and mouth wrapped around my cock and balls as her mind connected with mine to get the instant replay. She was greedy. She sucked down three full loads before she let me pull her up for kisses.

"Three babies?" she asked.

"Two daughters and a son," I told her. "That's okay with you?"

"Yes! It makes me horny - hornier! Your power should grow with your children as well. I'm just selfish enough to want my lover to be as powerful as possible."