One day, a young but powerful incubus was bored. He wasn’t quite like his contemporaries. They spent their time in cities and near humanoid’s civilizations in order to constantly feed.
He got his fair share of food too from the occasional settlement, but he dedicated himself more completely to the pursuit of power and, most especially in his case, recreational art.
He had a deep love for the act of sewing beautiful clothes and painting after all. In particular, he was a very able hand in using primordial magic since he was a druidic barbarian. He’d found that while being a sex devil gave him enormous reserves of natural constitution that made having sex for as long as he needed more than possible, why not try to create even greater reserves so there would be no limit to the depraved acts he could endure or impose on others, and still survive the attempt?
One day, this devilish defiler had a particularly interesting idea. He lived in a cave outside of society, so why not take advantage of that…even further? He flew out of his cavern and roamed the many villages on the outskirts, careful not to provoke the superstitious people. For no man lives beyond civilization’s claw and does not know the threats of the wild. In his case though, what few people knew him tended to see him as a blessing and not a curse. His musing stopped when a particular scent hit nose.
Sin. Heinous sin the likes of which only the most depraved demons in the hell realms can cook up.
The putrid odor burned his nose and the incubus instantly turned himself into a cloud of black vapors that hurriedly bolted towards the foul stench. He reformed hovering in the air on top of an ogre with demonic blood in its veins, and cast a spell which withered its body into a boney husk the second his eyes saw the monster. He idly noticed once the thing fell back and dropped its captive on the ground before it turned into dust, what had happened. As he landed next to the girl it was hard to miss her giant distended womb that looked like it’d had enough cum jammed in there to fill a car.
Which it actually had.
Ujimerag realized the sin was that the demon was going to burst her like a bubble soon if he hadn’t intervened. Another much younger girl-the currently bloated one’s sister-was clinging to his leg.
He shrugged. Thank God I was here on time.
Some time later the young lady woke up to the sounds of very loud moaning.
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She was lying in a bed in a another room from where the moaning was, but had trouble getting up. She was more than a bit sore down there, and trying to lean forward to get off the bed aggravated the aching in her vagina from what the ogre had done. The moans were particularly interesting though…they didn’t just seem to soothe the pain between her legs the longer they went on. Her heartbeat slowly rose, and she started to feel ripples of pleasure ramping up from inside of her.
If she was beyond the curtain, she’d see an orgy where our resident devil was plowing the brains out of 3 girls using about 8 clones of himself. Some with animalistic traits thanks to his drudic abilities!
One, a girl with enormous tits each bigger than a large watermelon. She was short so they were, together, nearly bigger than her. Didn’t hinder her movement any when Ujilmerag was there to flip her over or put her into any position he needed to ram his dick right into her womb like a jack hammer that could bend like a snake and still hit just as hard.
Her constant orgasms meant she basically squirted non-stop, which was fine by the big man. That’s what he enchanted his floors for. He was much more interested in sucking on and groping her giga-tits a thousand different ways. Those things were being put through the ringer and the pleasure from it made the girl incapable of thought.
You know, except for “oh my god this feels completely amazing!”
Which Ujilmerag brought to the table all day and in every way. Guaranteed.
The second girl was a blonde bimbo with a bit of a rebellious streak in her. A girl who dressed a bit strangely, like a medieval gangster.
Ujilmerag was railing her against the wall.
“Come on! You can cling harder. I know you can.”
As he said this, his thrusts slowly ramped up in speed, and his dick gently grew small spikes/tentacles while inside of her pussy and womb. They were soft, so they’d never pierce or hurt her. But when she squealed in rapturous joy and completely lost control of herself, shooting out a waterfall’s worth of cum, it was pretty obvious they were doing something. Namely, squiggling like maniacs inside of her and brushing against all of her weak points.
Ujilmerag leaned over and spoke right into her ear.
“Now…do you think I can’t tell? The great bull of Tryous is fighting hard to keep herself from having her what’s left of her brain fall into her womb…why? All because you can’t let that old bastard back in the temple be right about you? Even if it’s what you really want? Never would of thought you were such-Ah, there we go.”
Something along the lines of “shut up” barely passed the barely coherent lips of the young girl as her pussy did indeed tighten considerably and she began pumping herself off and on Ujilmerag. Yet…that did indeed increase the Incubi’s pleasure, but it more than tripled hers. A second clone of Ujilmerag, this time with the traits of a gnoll werewolf, appeared behind her and shoved its massive dick into her ass. Which was her weak point by the way.
The woman was knocked up shortly thereafter.
Next was the Hexer. A lovely young witch with thick black hair and an amazing body with great huge tits and an ass to match. A rare sight to see such a woman unwed by her age.
Luckily, that wasn’t the case at this point in time!
She was giving a blowjob to a spirit clone of Ujilmerag that was some kind of cross between a rhino and a butterfly as well as him, while 2 separate clones were going double vaginal on her pussy and another was doing things to her asshole-as well as spanking it!-that were better left unsaid.
This, the young dark skinned woman all saw when she very quickly recuperated.
She was peaking from behind the curtain, and growing wet between her legs. Soon though two hands appeared on her shoulder from behind. Wright appeared in the cave and gave the place a once-over.
Not much in his eyes.
He locked on to the chick with the massive tits and the prolapsed womb twitching on the floor from having given birth to…whatever that robot insect looking thing was.
He shrugged and waved a hand. She disappeared with him.