Part 1 can be found in my post history. This one is a bit different; see the descriptive tags. “Cunnus” is Latin for “slut”.
Demon Seed 2 [fMM] [bst] [nc] [preg] [fantasy] [huml] [buk]
The Demon took me to his realm, where many humans were servicing his minions. Everyone there, including me, was naked. Trails of blood and semen from my rape and impregnation that had happened just moments ago had dried on my legs and ass.
His minions were beasts that had the legs and face of a bull, the torso of a man, and the cock of a horse. Reading my mind, he said *Those are minotaurs*. He then flooded my mind with images of me being ravaged by them. *After you give birth to my child, you will service them*.
The Demon led me to a large colosseum that was filled with these minotaurs, men, and women. In the middle was a small, black marble pool in the ground. Next to it was a black marble table. To everyone in the colosseum, he said *This servant, whose name was Lindsay in the earthly realm, has been impregnated by my seed and will bear us a child. You will call her Cunnus.* The crowd was silent.
The Demon walked me down to the edge of the black marble pool.*She must now be baptized. Present your offering so that she may be born anew.* Thousands came down to the black marble pool and masturbated and ejaculated into it. After several hours, and after watching thousands of men and minotaurs cum in the black marble pool. It was filled with their semen. I could smell it from where I stood.
*When I raped you, I impregnated you. But you are still Lindsay. When this over, you will be Cunnus.* A female servant pushed me into the pool of semen. It felt so strange to have the bitter, syrupy mixture of cum cover my entire body. I could feel myself changing as the fluid coated my pussy and filled the small space between my ass cheeks. It felt so good to have my entire body be surrounded by the sperm of thousands that wanted to fertilize my eggs.
I tried to come up for air, but the females held me down. I started to suffocate. Unable to take it any longer, the semen filled my mouth and then my lungs. Finally the women lifted me up. I gasped for air and coughed up the semen from the thousands.
They then helped me out of the black marble pool. I was placed on top of the Demon, and he walked throughout his realm, showing me to all his minions while their semen was still wet over my entire body, dripping onto the soil and the Demon. Every one of his minions had seen my naked body covered in cum. I started to cry. Then I sobbed as they called me a whore. As they told me they would rape every hole and inch of me the second after I gave birth to the prince. At the end of my parade, most of the semen had dried on my body, but my tears were still wet. I couldn’t stop crying, and they couldn’t stop laughing. I thought this would be a realm of pleasure, not humiliation.
Almost a week before all this happened, I was a virgin. I was an A student on the Honor Roll. I was the girl next door, waiting for marriage to have sex. Instead, I rode a horse, naked, seen by thousands, covered in their semen, sobbing.
At the end of my parade, I was back at the colosseum, still sobbing. The black marble pool was empty. *Do you remember that table next to the pool, Cunnus? Go lie down on it.* A minotaur lifted me off the Demon and placed me next to the table. I laid down on the table as thousands of his minions watched me from the seats in the colosseum. *I know. You’re wondering where all that cum went.* Then some females came up to me, holding cups. *After all this excitement, you must be hungry.* One of the females then held a cup up to my mouth. It was filled with semen. I was starving and didn’t care. I drank the bitter tasting seed of his minions. Some of it spilled onto my face and mixed with my tears. It coated my mouth and throat. It tasted bitter, and each drink brought me lower and lower.
For two days, I laid there, naked, only being fed their semen. Each night, the female servants would cover me in semen after the previous layer dried. It was finally over when there was no more cum left from my baptism. I stopped crying. I was silent.
Then the Demon commanded me to sit up. The female servants brought me a mirror. When I looked in the mirror, my skin had become a pale white, transformed by their semen. All the blue veins in my body could be seen through my skin. Even my hair had turned white from their semen. My eyes were red, and I had lost weight … except for my stomach.
Whereas normal human pregnancies lasted 9 months, this one lasted several days. *It looks like you’re ready, Cunnus.* At that moment, I felt intense pain in my womb. The Demon laughed. *Here, let me give you something to take your mind off the pain.* The table was built just so he could position himself over it and fuck women. On this occasion, however, he used it to place his scrotum directly over my face. I gave birth to his child while sucking on his scrotum. I gave birth after being covered in the semen of thousands. I gave birth as those thousands watched and cheered for their new prince that slipped out of my cunt.
After their prince was born, the Demon spoke again. *Now you may enjoy her.* As soon as he said this, I was dragged off the table and fucked in each of my holes. For another few days, everyone in the colosseum explored my body. For another few days, all I had to eat or drink was the cum of men and beasts. Somewhere in this time, I began to enjoy it. I realized that this was a new world, where my body wasn’t my own. Where my body could be used to please others. I pleased thousands, millions. In this realm where I would never grow old, I gave birth to many monsters.
I do not have a castle in this realm, only the colosseum, where I am worshipped with enthusiasm every day. I don’t know who Lindsay was or why she wanted what she wanted. It feels so good to not have to hide my body or be ashamed of my sexuality. I serve the people of my realm, who all appreciate me. I am Cunnus.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7lsdas/demon_seed_2_fmm_bst_nc_preg_fantasy_huml_buk
I like that you finished on a happy note.
And I wonder, which part of you do these stories represent? The desire to submit? To feel pain? To be used? To be ruined? Do you think you put this much work into them to transfuse the raw grain of dark desires rattling around in you into a beautiful pearl, or simply to find an audience?
I’m intrigued.