__Note__: This one is a bit darker than other stories I’ve written. It has violence against women and a bit of torture. Read at your own discretion.
Something caught my attention while breeding the one called “Nancy.” My tentacles prodding and filling her mind had memories of a familiar name. She had tried contact with the person, a failed attempt at help. As I seized her, claiming her as my own and erasing all traces of resistance, she seemed to forget. The neural fluids I ejaculated into her head helped her remember, encouraging her to lure this person in. Assure her all was well, so her guard would be down, so she wouldn’t have anything that could be used effectively against me. I was impaling yet another female, this one not quite at the peak of her breeding cycle (but still good practice), when I implanted the thought into Nancy to invite everyone else. _All_ fertile women. She got to work sending these text messages so common in this era, letting several more know about the “party.”
She wasn’t sure how many would actually show, but assured me my _most interesting_ prey would soon arrive. The thought of so many more eager women heightened the lust in me. I took Nancy in my hands again, ready to fill her with ever more seed, when I felt a burning between my legs. I looked down between our bodies, a wicked smile forming beneath the tentacles at my face. A _second_ cock had sprouted, just above the first. It was similar in shape; veiny, long, about as thick as the forearm of the woman in my hands, with an even thicker head and fleshy extension at the tip. Discomfort welled inside, somewhere behind the two cocks, over my tightening testicles.
The urge to penetrate and propagate increased _rapidly_. The last girl I had stuffed was still beneath us on the soiled mattress. I had set her down on her knees after taking her from behind, and she came to rest on her belly. I placed Nancy on top of the other girl, their backs against each other, and took them both by the hips. One of the others, Samantha, was waiting in the doorway. She groaned her disappointment, growing __impatient__ while waiting for another turn. She approached, and dutifully helped line my thick members up with her two friend’s entrances, and smiled up at me as my pelvis closed the gap between their legs. My tentacles reached out for the neglected girl, circling around her head and into the familiar orifices. Her ears and nose were once again filled, my slender appendages caressing her inside and out.
I surged into the two women at my hips, stuffing and hollowing them in unison. Without the influence of the mental connection offered by my fresh neural slime, or direct contact with the tentacles, they were free to have the full experience of my size and force. I’m _sure_ the pain was incredible, but they soldiered on for their generous master. And I was generous. I offered all the physical pleasures they could handle, __and more__. Not to mention the pride of bearing my offspring, and ridding them of the horrid monotony of their daily, mortal lives. If anything, I’m _too_ generous. There should be more __take__ on my part. More of my typical treatment of these humans.
My hips surged forward, the bulging head of each cock slamming into the tender cervix of both women. They screamed their pleasure, moaning their pain (_or was that the other way around?_) I pulled back, almost completely out. The lips curtaining their pussies strained around the thickness of my cockheads, now larger than they were before initial penetration. I surged forward once again, battering their wombs. The bulb at the end of each reddening cock slipped inside, being hugged firmly by the slick, tight walls enveloping them. They groaned, moaned, and shrieked at the sudden violence between their legs, Nancy’s firm breasts jiggling atop her chest as her innards struggled to keep up with the thrusting. Her head laid back next to the other’s, arms flailing outstretched as I pounded into them again and again.
Samantha’s face slid closer to mine as the thin tentacles forced more of themselves into her skull. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her mind a chaotic mess as the probing appendages wrapped around and sunk into her soft brain tissue. She twitched a bit, her jaw hanging slackly open. I extended my tongue into her mouth, then down her throat as my orgasm approached.
With one final withdrawal then surge forward, I unleashed a torrent of fluids into the three women. My two cocks gushed potent seed into the two on the mattress, filling their wombs with my perfect, twisted seed. They moaned their satisfaction, happy to accept all I had to offer, no matter how deliciously _painful_ it could be. My tentacles pulsed, more of the slime flowing into and onto Samantha’s head. A strange smile curled the corners of her open mouth, low groans echoing along my tongue. Her arms convulsed at her sides as more and more viscous material pumped along my tentacles, trailing down her face and back as the pressure built inside.
I pulled out of the two on the mattress first. My cocks emerged with some difficulty, their tender organs refusing to let go. My hot, sticky cum leaked from them both, drooling out of their gaping pussies as it coated their asses and the mattress below. The first girl, who I came to know as “Blaire” entered the room. She was still naked, her bare flesh pleasing to my demonic eyes. She came up behind Samantha as I lifted the girl into the air, then helped me slide into _both_ holes between her legs. It was easier to enter the wet, pink hole at her front than the puckered entrance between her firm cheeks, but with some aid and encouragement from Blaire, Samantha found herself _completely_ filled.
Orange fluids had started leaking from her mouth, the pressure building too much between her ears to hold it all. She moaned absently at my invasive presence, my skewering cocks tearing into her deeper and thicker than anything before. Or, so I’d expect. No thoughts bubbled from her mind as I thrusted in and out, my fondling tentacles unable to read any coherent signals from her violated brain. I sunk more tips into the wrinkled tissues, all four inside her skull now _digging in_. My hands gripped her thighs and ribs under her arms as I lifted and dropped her against me, another climax building. I triggered an orgasm for her, the waves of pleasure sending spasms throughout her body as I thundered into the girl.
The holes between her legs constricted around my thickness, encouraging my own release. I curled against her, each of my probing appendages digging deeper into her body as my climax approached. The bulb at the base of my lower cock had some difficulty squeezing through her tight ass, but the continued force from my pressing hips steadily drove it in. Fully encased in her spasming, twitching form, _totally_ enveloped within her convulsing warmth, I erupted. Thick, hot sperm pulsed along my girthy shafts, spurting into her impatient womb and colon. They began to inflate as I filled them to their limits, and beyond. My tentacles widened as the neural fluids drowned her already vacant mind, the pressure in her skull building with the foreign slime. Her throat contracted around my tongue, a weak groan working along my slick probe and muffling against my face. I kept myself as fully sheathed inside her as possible throughout my sticky pleasure, pushing her body past her natural limits.
Once the tensing in my balls had settled, the last pulse of cum pooling into her used form, I relented. It took some effort, but my tentacles slithered from her head, orange goo pouring from her nose and ears. It drained down her face, cascaded along her chest providing her generous bosom with an orange sheen, and continued down her stomach. It came into contact with our interlocked genitals as her head lolled limply back. She dropped head first, swinging over the floor with her pelvis still connected to mine. Her arms hung below her dangling head, vacant, orange tinted eyes staring at nothing. My hands held her thighs, keeping the tight warmth of her holes on both cocks. The upper arms sprouting from my torso wandered along her penetrated body, heavy fingers pressing against the bulging pocket of cum around her navel, then tracing the visible outline of my buried thickness. I released her from my grasp, wiggling my hips as I slid from her. My veiny shafts emerged, coated in various juices as her frail body slumped to the ground. Orange slime seeped from her slack mouth as she laid on her side, thick white globs of my seed drooling from her abused holes.
The other women in the room looked on in awe, incapable of the fear that coherent, independent thought could have mustered. Instead of shrinking back, or cowering in my presence, they came closer. Wonder and lust in their features as they approached, the new girl dragging the mindless husk of Samantha to the mattress, Blaire and Nancy kneeling beside my legs. I put two of my large hands on their heads, the other two gripped at my still firm erections.
They were disappointed to learn that I wouldn’t be fucking them again, not yet anyway. I needed to prepare for the arrival of this “___Lucinda___.” If she turned out to be who I think she is, or _even a descendant_, I needed to have as much potent semen stored up as possible. That foolish witch _would_ be mine, as would vengeance.
I think back to that encounter, her failed attempt to vanquish the demon who possessed her. She summoned me instead, _fun times were had_. At least, from __my__ perspective. And for quite a while. She had nearly given in, surrendered herself _almost_ as fully as the women currently around me. Most of the rest of her group lay dead around her, but ___she___ began fighting back with renewed enthusiasm when the knight struck me from behind. I removed his head with one clawed hand, burned the soul from his body as he fell. Magic was more relevant back then, my physical form slightly smaller than this one, but coursing in mystic energy.
This “___Lucinda___,” seeing her lover perish at the hands of the demon violating her, summoned every dwindling fiber of resistance. Her body began to glow, dull light at first but building in radiance. Her power had been enhanced after the run in with the succubus, and she was conjuring every ounce of it to force me out of her. Her flesh became impossibly hot, far too much for even me to tolerate. My grip loosened, the horse-like erection sizzling from the slick inferno between her legs. Every tendril I had attached to her caramel flesh ignited, falling to the ground as crisp cinders. She stood before me, glowing eyes penetrating my form as I tried to shield myself with both arms. I stumbled back onto the sigil, the crimson markings emitting light of their own before I felt myself falling back into my wicked domain. I took my frustration out on the souls who had been gathered by lesser demons in my absence.
Hundreds of years tormenting souls, hoping for another chance to experience the pleasures of the physical realm. Waiting for an opportunity to come back. Now that I’m here, summoning sigil effectively destroyed, I have _no_ interest in returning. I’ll establish my own domain here, maybe get some succubi involved to assist with the new torments I have planned. _No mage_, or mage’s descendant will stand in my way. Especially after I impale her on both meaty rods, and melt her brain just like the other. Or, perhaps I’ll let her feel it. Force her to take every thrust with all the agony they can provide. Just use my tentacles to drain her of the ability to wield whatever magic she may possess.
The thought of this being my most difficult choice excited me. Turn this potentially innocent victim into a mindless fuckdoll, pound her until she’s a whimpering shell, or convert her to yet another of my willing breeding mares? The two kneeling at my sides had begun caressing my long shafts, cooing softly up to me, the other coming up behind and fondling my large testicles. I could feel the pressure building as more and more potent seed generated below my belly. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long for my unsuspecting prey to knock at the door. A knowing, wild smile formed beneath my tentacles as Blaire rose to her feet. She walked from the room, hips swaying provocatively as she turned down the hall.
I could hear voices as she greeted the new addition. Nancy also got to her feet, walking from the room, down the hall, and into the living room. Excitement increased with elevated voices. There was giddy laughing, sounds of kissing, and then moaning. The sounds of passion grew as the women neared, the woman behind me sinking to her knees as her head came between my legs. She licked at my balls, her hands fondling and reaching around to my shafts as Nancy came back into the room, crimson lace panties dangling from her hand. She was leading the _fresh meat_ in by her other hand, the woman’s eyes concealed under a blindfold. Blaire was pushing her from behind, all three had already stripped naked.
Excitement and fury boiled within as I recognized the new woman as my ancient foe. She looked good for her age, likely an effect from her succubus side. Round hips curved perfectly at her waist, her firm, peachy ass hidden behind. Her tight belly was framed by erotic muscle, lower ribs slightly visible between her tummy and full breasts. They jiggled firmly at her chest like a pair of caramel toned honeydew. Darkened nipples stood erect near the middle of each breast, looking all too inviting. Silky brown hair curled down her face, flowing shining twists over her shoulders. The near golden tips reached below her shoulder blades, curling up against the round undersides of her tits. The violet blindfold rested atop her button nose, full lips twisting into a smile beneath it.
She reached out for Nancy, who released her hand as she was led into the room. Nancy handed the panties to Blaire before finding her way beside me, Blaire closing the door as they entered fully. The smells of citrus and lavender increased as my doomed foe neared, my urges heightening even further. I took a step forward, hands and tentacles reaching out as Blaire balled up the undergarments, pushing them into the woman’s mouth followed by a kiss on the lips. The blindfold was pulled from her eyes and used to trap the panties in her mouth with Blaire swiveling behind her and tightening the muzzle. She stepped back into Blaire, eyes bulging, mouth open in a muffled scream when I came into her vision. Blaire kissed her on the neck, hands wrapping around as mine arrived. My seeded mare pushed Lucinda into me, my tentacles eagerly swarming into the soft hair of the frightened woman. Her would-be scream melted away as the soft glow burned at the tips of my caressing appendages, the fight already leaving her. I felt a sense of disappointment, having longed for a good struggle as I stuffed myself inside.
I took her in my hands, holding her back to my chest, allowing her to face away the only mercy offered. We turned towards the mattress, her shock wearing off as Samantha came into view. The girl hadn’t moved much after being placed on the drenched mattress, arms and legs still limp on the cushion. She had turned her head to face me, a faraway look permanently settled in her eyes. She still had that absent smile. This visual was apparently all that was needed to spark the struggle I had hoped for.
Lucinda kicked and thrashed in my grasp, struggling against the large hands holding tight to her thighs and upper arms. She finally found her voice, screaming shrill, muffled profanities as her bleak situation dawned on her. Blaire and the other girl came up in front of us, Nancy taking position next to me. The girls caressed and teased Lucinda’s body, groping her swaying breasts, licking at her nipples, hands rubbing down her stomach and glancing across her wet slit. Groans broke into her screams, pleasure welling up inside despite herself. I angled her forward and brought her back against my pelvis, my rigid, veiny cocks grinding against her slick pussy and between the firm cheeks of her ass. I sent her forward then back again, toying with her before the inevitable impalement. Thin fingers traced their way along her back as the girls at her sides continued teasing. They each had one of her heavy breasts in hand as they jiggled with our motion.
Nancy reached in between our hips, lining my thick, pointed heads up with her temporarily empty holes while I held her further out. I’d elevated her as I pushed her away, the new angle allowing Blaire and her friend to latch onto Lucinda’s nipples again. Nancy smiled at me as my hands pulled the trapped woman back down, her hips wiggling against me as her body tried to resist. Lucinda clenched tightly, a desperate but futile attempt to keep my meaty probes out. Her toes curled in the effort, muscles all along her body straining. She snarled and groaned, the supple valley between her legs getting slicked with my leaking precum as she wiggled away from the pointed tips.
The head at her pussy entered first, useless pleas to my mares dampened by the panties in her mouth falling on deaf ears. Nancy slapped Lucinda’s ass, forcing her back to straighten for a moment. Just one, quick moment. Long enough for the thin tip of the cock to find purchase within her puckering hole, leading the way for the rest. I surged into her with a thrust forward, slamming her into my pelvis. The gag did little to muffle her cries as my girth plunged fully into her, splitting her all too wide _in an instant_.
Her scream pierced the room, fading as the air fled from her lungs. I remained hilted as the pained scream dwindled into a groan, my hands pulling at her arms, forcing her back to arch. Her breasts roll atop her chest, the women in front of her standing on their toes to suckle at her bosom, groping the mounds to hold them steady as she convulses at my hips. Nancy sent a hand to where I penetrated her, moaning her delight as her fingers explored the stretched holes of the woman. My tentacles reached out, embracing Lucinda’s head and seeking the openings of her ears and nose. There would be no comfort offered. I would _not_ dull her pain. But I longed to remind her. _Fill in the gaps_, as it were. She may have reacted with the fear I had wanted, but it’s unlikely she recognized the creature currently stuffing her body to its limit.
The tentacles, those powerful, psychic tendrils, found her ears. They rounded her face, scraping along her cheeks before entering her nostrils. A weak whimper met the laced gag, tears beginning to stream down her face as the tentacles dug through her ears. I pulled my hips back, holding her steady so as not to disturb the women toying with her nipples. A faint glow began at the tip of each tentacle, and I enhanced her senses as my hips crashed back into her. My mares giggled into Lucinda’s breasts as they bounced into their faces. Beautiful agony __erupted__ through Lucinda’s mind, the sensation of something _far too large_ pounding through her ass, crushing into her cervix as it stretched her pussy, and the biting at her nipples drowning out _any_ pleasure she could otherwise experience.
I sent thoughts into her head. _My_ thoughts. _My_ memories. Memories of her, of ripping her comrades apart before defiling her. Separating her lover’s head from his body after the pathetic attempt to stop me. The memories of my maniacal hatred as she forced me back to my hell dimension. The torments I carried out on every soul since then. Some from people she recognized. Muffled sobs came from her muzzled mouth as I pulled away, pain burning throughout her body while I flew in again, _and again_. I sent my desires, my plans into her mind next. Ideas on how I was to go about founding a new hell _here_. Breeding the next generation of demons in the bodies of every fertile woman, enacting every vile torture on all other mortals. I showed her visions of _my_ future, and her __destiny__. Gave her a visual of herself, vacant eyes and a belly swollen with my heir. Laying in a pen somewhere, surrounded by hundreds of other bred women. Enslaved men covered in sores as they served their only purpose, ensuring the mares survived long enough to give birth.
Her head shook, a desperate attempt to get the tentacles out of her head. Or, perhaps an act of defiance? Didn’t really matter, not like she could do anything. I pulled her up against me, her pointed nipples popping from the mouths of my women as I curled my back, plunging deep. Deeper than anything of my size had ever entered her, more forcefully than any human could surge to her depths. She screamed at her gag again, sensations of her breaking body shattering her mind. The coherent thoughts I was getting back, those of resistance, plans for how she could stop me, allies she considered ‘_at the ready_’ faded into nothing. I straightened my back then curved into her again, bulbs at the base of my cocks stretching her holes as they surged in and out. Her arms twitched in my hands, legs flailing feebly as I _fucked_.
Veins in her neck bulged more visibly than those along my tentacles as they prepared to gush into and across her head. She continued screaming as my shafts thickened just before orgasm, increasing in size as they dug deeper, ground rougher against her walls. I plunged in as far as I could, the cock in her pussy smashing into her already battered uterus, the one in her ass rearranging her upper colon. Her legs bucked as her innards _nearly_ failed to contain me, elasticity almost giving way to internal tearing.
When the first pulse throbbed along my shafts, it ejaculated searing hot semen. Her screams turned to shrieks as more of the burning fluid pumped into her, writhing as the hot fluids scarred her insides, getting her prepared for my hellspawn. Deep orange slime spurted into her hair, and deep into her skull. The shrieks dimmed to low screams, then faded to shaky groans as her head became filled with the neural fluids. The boiling, potent semen cooled quickly, thickening within her womb and colon as the pulsing between her legs became more powerful. Warm, sticky cum flowed from my body to hers as she relaxed in my arms.
Her mind melted around my gushing tentacles, coiling their way deeper into her brain. I relished in the feeling of her body twitching in my arms as all cognitive thought faded behind her crossed, vacant eyes. Her tongue drooped from her open mouth, hanging limp over her lips as her head sagged before my face. Blaire pulled my rigid probe from Lucinda’s pussy, popping it from her battered folds before sending her greedy tongue along my length. I sent my hips forward, digging my other cock deeper into her ass while Blaire and the other girl licked and sucked at the exposed one as it ground between Lucinda’s spasming legs. Nancy strode around, playing with the breasts of the penetrated woman as my tentacles sunk deeper. Her head filled beyond capacity as more of the deep orange slime spurted from each invading tip, some of it replacing her tears as it leaked out around her eyes. She groaned absently, oblivious as one of the girls started fingering her gaping hole.
With my vengeance nearly complete, plan well on the way to full execution, I sighed contentedly. I pulled myself from between her firm cheeks, released my grip on her arms and legs, and let her dangle from the tentacles still wriggling inside her head. I walked over to the mattress, twisted around then straightened back over the soggy cushion. Lucinda fell from my face, flopping over Samantha as she came crashing down. Neither girl made any attempt at bracing themselves, or rearranging each other once Lucinda fell. She simply lay there, draped face down onto the other girl. Her face sunk to the mattress next to Samantha’s shoulder, one foot hanging off the side.
I smiled wickedly, thinking of taking her again right on top of the other girl, but the others were waiting for another turn. And they were becoming anxious. More would be coming, joining the five already taking every drop of seed I could flood into them. I had so much to give, and so many eager to receive. Nancy practically lept into my arms as I turned from the mattress, legs wrapping around me with one cock pressed between our bodies, the other slipping between the smooth flesh of her ass. The other two approached, helping me slide one into the girl’s pussy, taking turns sucking at the head of the other as it surged back and forth under Nancy. My tentacles reached out, starting to caress her head in their delightful embrace. Fuck, I _love_ being a demon.