Demonic Great Sage (Impregnation Edition)

The month of October is a wonderful month for anyone who celebrated Halloween. 

People are either preparing for Halloween, selecting Halloween or horror movies to watch or go to 'haunted houses' which are just attractions with actors, props and tons of fake blood. 

In the case of a group of friends, it was the perfect month for some exploration. 

"Good Evening. I am Derek Johnston and welcome to another episode of Supernatural Encounters." 

It started with watching various episodes of Ghost Adventures and they decided to investigate creepy locations like abandoned buildings or creepy rooms. 

They hit the jackpot with a hotel that is once a wealthy family's home before they sold it to a bunch of nuns. Why would a wealthy family decided to give up their home to the church is anyone's guess. 

There are multiple reports of a strange demonic creature who is roaming around. 

Later that night, one of the crew members, Carolyn Smith was trying to sleep yet she had issues. That's when she heard a soft giggle. 

"Who's there?!?!" Carolyn called out, freaking out at first. 

That's when in the darkness, a beautiful woman with straight long, emerald green hair which is styled in a hime cut, and bat-like wings on her back and the sides of her head appeared. The outside of her wings are black and the inside of her wings was a purple color. For her outfit, it consists of a sleeveless black leotard with feathers at the trim that mostly reveals her cleavage and her ample breasts are seemingly contained within the bodysuit, with a heart-shaped cutout under the chest, purple or magenta/hot pink tights with bat patterns, light rose-colored gloves that cover the middle finger, and black calf-length heeled boots. 

Carolyn was about to react when she felt her body relax all of the sudden. "You can help me?" 

"Y...yes..." Carolyn whispered softly as she stood up as started to walk up the stairs. As Carolyn walked through the halls, she stopped at a door and opened it, letting the strange woman in. Carolyn seems freed from the mind control. 

Morrigan could smell an odd musky scent that was a mix of peaches and something akin to a monkey's stench. It's like someone had accidentally splashed a bunch of monkeys with peach juice. It was making Morrigan Aensland aroused. 

A monkey like creature that was the size of a full grown man lay on a bed, seemingly asleep. His fur was a golden blond, and his muscles rippled beneath it as he moved. His face was a mix of human and monkey features, with a long, prehensile tail swinging lazily behind him. 

Morrigan looked down down at his crotch and her mouth nearly watered. His cock was lot bigger than she had ever seen before, thick and veiny, and it was already hard. The foreskin had recused and pulled back to reveal the head of his cock, glistening with pre-cum and resembled the tip of a bull's cock. 

"That cock seems thicker than a normal phallus..." Morrigan thought to herself, "How did any women survive having that thrust in them?" Morrigan couldn't help but feel her cunt dripping wet as she gazed upon the monstrous appendage. The strange musky smell is making Morrigan dizzy with lust like never before. She approached the sleeping creature with caution, eager to tap into the vast reservoir of sexual energy it undoubtedly held. 

Morrigan had heard stories about this sex demon whose name was Sun Wukong, who is rather famous or infamous for his exploits with humans, especially with women. And Morrigan just saw him asleep for the first time. 

Unfortunately for Morrigan, Wukong was aware of her presence in the room. His eyes snapped open, revealing piercing golden yellow irises that gleamed with mischief and power. He looked up at her with a smirk, his tail twitching like a cat who had just spotted a bird. His hard cock pulsing like a heartbeat, as if in anticipation of what was to come, pre-cum oozing out of the tip. 

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Wukong's voice was a deep, smoky purr that seemed to resonate through the very air. "A little succubus looking for a snack? Maybe you will get more than you bargained for." 

Morrigan felt this odd urge to submit herself to the creature she had only heard of in whispers and tales. The power emanating from him was palpable, and she realized she was in the presence of something far more potent than she had ever encountered. The air in the room grew thick with anticipation, the scent of peaches and musk now almost overwhelming. 

Wukong sat up, his abs rippling as he did so. He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her ample breasts and the way her leotard clung to her body. "You're quite the feast for the eyes, aren't you?" He said with a chuckle. 

Morrigan felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She was used to being the one in control, the one who dominated and took what she wanted. But with Wukong, she felt an unusual mix of fear and arousal. She took a step back, but her legs seemed to have other ideas, her body drawn to him like a moth to a flame. 

Her hands gripped her bodysuit and pulled them down to expose her large breasts, which were tipped with hardened nipples that begged for attention. Wukong's eyes lit up like stars at the sight, and his grin grew wider. He beckoned her with a crooked finger, and she found herself approaching him almost against her will. 

"Come, my dear," he said, his voice like velvet. "Let's see what you're made of." 

Morrigan took another step closer, her heart racing. She had never felt so powerless, so drawn to someone she had only intended to feed from. The room felt as if it was closing in on them, the air charged with a magnetic force that was impossible to resist. Wukong's cock was now fully erect, standing tall and proud, and Morrigan couldn't help but stare. 

Wukong reached out and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer. He was surprisingly gentle, his grip firm but not painful. He studied her with those piercing eyes, and she could feel herself melting into his gaze. "I can see why you're so popular with the humans," he said, his voice low and sultry. "But let's see if you can handle a real demon." 

With a flick of his wrist, he sent her flying onto the bed, her wings fluttering uselessly. Before she could protest, he was on top of her, his furry body pressing her down into the mattress. His tail wrapped around her waist, and she felt the heat from his cock as it brushed against her thigh. "I've heard succubi like it rough," he said, a glint of challenge in his eye. "Let's see if you can handle the monkey king." 

Morrigan felt her cunt heing exposed as her bodysuit and leggings were torn away by Wukong's powerful hands. His fur was surprisingly soft against her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine. She looked up at him, his monkey-like features twisted into a seductive smile that somehow made him more attractive. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, and she felt his tongue trace a line up to her ear. 

"You're trembling," Wukong whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "Are you scared, little succubus?" 

Morrigan's eyes narrowed, and she tried to push him away, but her body was betraying her. She was both terrified and thrilled by his touch. "I'm not scared," she managed to say, her voice quivering. "I've faced greater demons than you." 

Wukong chuckled, his tail tightening around her waist. "Is that so?" He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Then why does your heart race so?" He licked her neck, his tongue warm and wet, sending shivers down her spine. 

Morrigan gritted her teeth, trying to maintain some semblance of control. But the way his fur brushed against her sensitive skin, the scent of peaches and musk surrounding her, it was all too much. Her body was responding in ways she hadn't anticipated. Her nipples were hard points of pleasure, begging for his touch. She could feel the wetness between her legs spreading, soaking the bed beneath her. 

"Just fuck me...." Morrigan whimpered softly, unable to hold back her need any longer. The words slipped out of her mouth before she could even realize what she had said. 

Wukong's smile grew wider, and his eyes gleamed with triumph. He leaned down, his fur brushing against her cheek as he whispered, "But what fun would that be?" He nibbled on her earlobe, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. "First, let's see if you can handle a taste of my power." 

With a sudden move, Wukong's cock was at her mouth, the head pressing against her lips. Morrigan, unable to resist, opened her mouth and took him in. The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced—sweet and musky, with a hint of something exotic and wild. She sucked and licked, her mind clouded by a mix of fear and desire. 

It felt like she was sucking on a fruit-flavored lollipop, but it was warm and pulsing with life. Wukong's cock filled her mouth, his pre-cum mixing with the sweetness of the peaches and the musky scent that was uniquely his own. He moaned in pleasure, his tail tightening around her waist as he began to move his hips, fucking her mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm. 

Morrigan's eyes watered as she tried to take all of him, her jaw stretching to accommodate his size. Yet, she found herself eager for more, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting him, memorizing every inch. Her hands reached up to grasp the base of his shaft, her nails lightly digging into his fur as she stroked him in time with her sucks. 

"I need his cock in my cunt so bad..." Morrigan thought to herself, "I heard his seed is potent, but never knew it could affect me like this." 

Wukong could feel her desperation, and his smirk grew. He knew that succubi had high tolerance for sexual energy, but he had never encountered one who craved it as much as she did. He decided to push her limits further. 

Withdrawing his cock from her mouth, he flipped her over onto her stomach. Morrigan's breath hitched in surprise, but she didn't resist. Wukong's tail snaked around her throat, gently applying pressure as he pinned her down. His other hand reached around to fondle her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples until they were as hard as diamonds. 

"Beg for it," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Beg me to fuck you." 

Morrigan's body trembled beneath him, the need building like a crescendo within her. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. "Please," she whimpered, the word barely escaping her lips. "Fuck me, Wukong. Take me." 

Wukong chuckled, his grip on her neck tightening slightly. "Such a eager little succubus," he murmured, his fur brushing against her skin as he positioned himself behind her. Morrigan felt the head of his cock nudge against her wet entrance, and she pushed back, desperate for him to fill her. 

With one swift thrust, Wukong entered her, and Morrigan's world was consumed by the sensation. His cock was unlike any she had ever felt before—thicker, longer, and more powerful than any mortal or demon she had ever encountered. It stretched her to the brink of pain, but she reveled in it, her body adapting to his size as if it had been made for him. 

"OooooaaAAAAAA!!!!" Morrigan moaned out, "Your cock is fucking my womb.. You're breaking me like a vase yet it's so good!" Wukong's chuckle grew into a full-blown laugh, his deep voice rumbling through her body. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust in earnest, his powerful strokes filling her completely, the sound of his fur brushing against her skin with every movement. 

The pleasure was intense, unlike anything Morrigan had ever experienced. She felt herself losing control, her body responding to his every touch as if it had been programmed to do so. Her wings fluttered helplessly above her, a silent testament to her surrender. The room was a blur of sensations—his fur against her skin, his cock claiming her, his tail tightening around her neck. 

Wukong's strokes grew more demanding, and she could feel his grip on her hips tighten. His breathing grew harsher, his movements more erratic. Morrigan knew he was close, and she felt a strange sense of accomplishment. Despite her initial fear, she had managed to bring this powerful demon to the brink of climax. 

But Wukong had other plans. With a swift movement, he pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and needy. She looked over her shoulder at him, confusion and desire clouding her eyes. He grinned, showing sharp canines. "Not so fast, my little succubus," he said, his voice like gravel. "We're just getting started." 

He flipped her onto her back and climbed on top of her, his cock still gleaming with her juices. Morrigan's body arched up to meet him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he slammed back into her. The new angle sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, and she screamed his name. 

Wukong's eyes narrowed as he watched her face contort with ecstasy. He knew he had her now. He began to pound into her with all his strength, each thrust driving her further into the mattress. Morrigan's nails dug into his back, leaving deep furrows in his fur. She was lost in the sensation, her body a vessel for his pleasure. 

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—his grunts, her cries, the wet slapping of flesh on flesh. Morrigan could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume her. And yet, she knew it was only the beginning. 

Wukong leaned down, his breath hot on her face. "You're mine now," he growled, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "You will serve me, and only me." 

Morrigan stared up at him, her mind racing. This was not how she had envisioned her night going. But as his cock filled her again and again, she couldn't deny the power he held over her. She was his, and she liked it. 

With a final, powerful thrust, Wukong released his seed deep inside her. Morrigan's eyes rolled back in her head as she came, her body shaking with the force of it. She felt his power fill her, his essence mixing with her own. It was like nothing she had ever felt before—like a drug, a high that she never wanted to come down from. 

As they lay there, panting and spent, Morrigan knew that she had made a grave mistake. But she also knew that she would crave this feeling again, crave him again. The balance of power had shifted, and she was now the prey to a creature she had once thought she could dominate. The thrill of the hunt was gone, replaced by the thrill of submission. And as she felt Wukong's tail loosen around her neck, she realized that she had found something far more addictive than the male energy she had been seeking. 

Wukong leaned down and kissed her gently, his fur now feeling like a warm blanket against her cool skin. "You did well," he murmured, his voice now a soothing purr. "But we're not finished yet." He pulled out of her, and she felt a strange sense of loss. Her body was still trembling from the intensity of their encounter, but she knew he was right. There was so much more to explore, so much more she could learn from him. 

A couple of days went by, Morrigan let Wukong fuck her cunt. And Morrigan had accepted her new role as his sexual servant. But she wasn't just anyone's servant; she was the servant of a demon king, and she felt a strange sense of pride in it. Wukong had been surprisingly gentle with her, teaching her new ways to pleasure herself and him, pushing her to heights she had never imagined. Each day brought a new lesson, a new sensation, a new part of herself that she hadn't known existed. 

Sooner or later, Morrigan became pregnant with Wukong's offspring. Her body had changed during the weeks of endless mating, her belly swollen with his demonic seed and breasts had enlarged, her nipples had become a darker shade of pink, more sensitive to the touch and swollen with milk for their future child to feed on. Her hips had widened to accommodate the growing life inside her, making her movements more sensual and deliberate. The scent of her arousal was now a constant presence, a siren's call to any male in the vicinity of their shared lair. A succubus' breast milk had a mild aphrodisiac (which doesn't affect the baby) that would drive any male to lust if they were to drink it. Wukong drank it to help Morrigan with her aching breasts, and his cock became hard like a rock from the taste. He would fuck her but careful to not hurt the unborn baby. 

"Mmm...." Morrigan moaned softly, "Your cock felt so good inside me." Her milk engorged breasts and baby bump brushed against the bedsheets within Wukong's bedchambers. Wukong decided to teleported himself and Morrigan Aensland to his own palace so that she could be comfortable during her pregnancy. 

Wukong's cock traced her baby bump with gentle strokes, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and hunger. "Our child will be powerful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "And you will be the perfect mother for it." 

Morrigan couldn't argue with that. Her pregnancy had only served to increase her sexual appetite, and she found herself craving Wukong's touch more and more each day. She reached down to caress his cock, feeling it swell under her hand. "I want you again," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the screams of pleasure she had released only moments before. 

Wukong's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving hers. He rolled her onto her side and positioned himself behind her, his cock sliding into her still-wet cunt with ease. He wrapped his arms around her, his fur tickling her sensitive skin as he began to move. His strokes were slower now, more deliberate, as if savoring every moment. 

Morrigan felt the weight of his body pressing her into the bed, his muscles rippling against hers as he fucked her. His tail wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into him, ensuring she couldn't escape the pleasure he was giving her. She moaned, her hand reaching back to clutch at his fur, her other hand resting on her baby bump. 

Wukong pulled out of her pussy and thrust into her ass, causing Morrigan to gasp. He had been teaching her the art of anal pleasure, and she had grown to crave it almost as much as his thick cock in her cunt. Her body was now his playground, and he explored every inch of it with a hunger that never seemed to wane. 

Morrigan felt the baby slowly exiting her womb, its head crowning. Wukong had been by her side the whole time, his tail gently stroking her clit, keeping her in a state of constant arousal. The pain was unbearable, but she knew that it was almost over. With one final push, the baby slid out of her, coated in a mix of her juices and blood. The baby let out a loud wail as it moves its limbs like a tiny octopus, its tiny tail swinging in the air. 

Wukong picked up the newborn, holding it with surprising gentleness. "It's a boy," he said, his voice filled with pride. The baby had his fur which was a mix of golden blonde and emerald green color and her wings which are small but soon once the baby boy was older enough they will be the same size as her. "Look at him, Morrigan. He's perfect." 

Morrigan nodded weakly, unable to speak through the waves of pain and pleasure that still rippled through her body. She watched as Wukong cradled their son, his eyes filled with something she had never seen in a demon before—love. It was a strange and beautiful sight, and she couldn't help but feel a warmth in her chest. 

The baby's umbilical cord was clamped by Wukong with his teeth and he tugged it free, then he licked the blood off his newborn son's stomach, which was a demon custom to make sure the baby was strong. He then handed the baby to Morrigan who was still lying on the bed, her body trembling from the birth. She took the baby in her arms, her eyes filling with tears as she gazed down at the tiny creature that was a mix of both of them. The baby latched on her nipple, suckling the breastmilk he needed. Morrigan winced lightly from the pain, almost similar to a leech latching on but she felt a strange warmth in her heart. 

"Mmmm..." Morrigan hummel softly, "Such a hungry little one. Drinking your mother's milk after such a long journey, isn't it?" She whispered to the baby as she cradled him in her arms, the warmth of his tiny body bringing her a sense of peace she had never felt before. Despite her usual vanity, she couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of motherhood. 

Wukong watched them with a tender gaze, his fierce expression softening as he saw the love blossom in Morrigan's eyes. He knew he had chosen well. This was the start of something greater, a union that would bring forth a new era of power in the demon realm. He reached out, gently stroking the baby's head, feeling a strange sense of contentment.