Demonic Great Sage (Impregnation Edition)

Within the Mishima Zaibatsu which stood tall and gleaming, a tension so thick it could be sliced with a knife lingered. Kazuya Mishima, the notorious heir to the corporate throne, paced the floor of his office, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. The digital screens around him flashed with reports of his latest acquisitions, the cold blue light reflecting off his stern face. He had always been a force to be reckoned with, but the whispers of his recent actions had started to echo louder than ever before. His once sharp gaze had become hollow, a reflection of the corruption that had seeped into every corner of his empire.

However recently, he heard rumors of a certain sex demon, something he had to see to believe. It was like an incubus but instead of a sleek human form, it took the guise of a humanoid monkey named Sun Wukong. His curiosity piqued, Kazuya decided to seek out this creature and challenge it, eager to test his own power against something that could potentially threaten him. He had heard that this demon had a penchant for dominating its adversaries, especially women who dared to oppose it. But Kazuya was not a woman at all.

"Maybe…" Kazuya thought to himself, "just maybe this creature can give me a challenge worthy of my power. Or perhaps, it's just another myth that will crumble before my might."

The search for Sun Wukong led him to the outskirts of a dense, ancient forest, where whispers of the demon's existence grew louder with each step. The trees, ancient and twisted, stretched their limbs like gnarled fingers reaching for the heavens, their leaves whispering secrets that only the wind understood. The air was thick with an electric charge that sent shivers down Kazuya's spine, hinting at the power that lay hidden within the shadows.

He could hear some sounds of pleasure, feminine moans that seemed to beckon him closer. With each step, the scent of sex grew stronger, musky and intoxicating, it was as if the very air around him was alive with it. The anticipation grew within him, his curiosity now mixed with a hint of apprehension.

"What the hell…." Kazuya thought to himself, his hand had tightened even harder, ready to face whatever was awaiting him. He pushed through the foliage, the sound of rustling leaves masking his approach. As he emerged into a clearing, he saw a sight that both surprised and disgusted him.

There, Sun Wukong was, his monkey-like features twisted in pleasure, surrounded by a group of his female victims. They were all beautiful, their clothes torn and bodies bruised, but their expressions were a mix of pain and pleasure, their eyes glazed over as if under a powerful spell. Kazuya's disgust grew as he watched the demon move from one to the next, his lecherous gaze lingering on their trembling forms.

Yet he seems gentle with fucking them, almost caring, whispering sweet nothings in their ears that had them squirming with ecstasy. Kazuya's stomach twisted at the sight. He had seen and done a lot of questionable things in his quest for power, but this was something else entirely. This was a creature that fed on the very essence of its prey, leaving them drained and begging for more.

He stepped into the clearing, the leaves crunching under his boots like the sound of a thousand snapping bones. The demon looked up, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief as he took in the newcomer. Kazuya's heart raced as he faced the creature that was the stuff of nightmares, yet there was something almost alluring about the way it moved, a grace that belied its monstrous form.

"That cock...." Kazuya thought to himself, "If I defeat him, maybe I could use his essence to create something more powerful than the Devil Gene itself."

Sun Wukong's smile grew wider, showing off his pointed teeth as he took in Kazuya's confident stance. "Ah, another brave soul to challenge me," he said, his voice a purr that seemed to resonate through the very air. "But tell me, are you as eager to taste my power as these lovely ladies?"

Kazuya sneered, his pride wounded. "You think I'd lower myself to be one of your playthings?"

Sun Wukong chuckled, his tail swishing leisurely behind him. "Oh, you're different, I can see that. But power has a price, and if you wish to claim mine, you must first prove yourself worthy."

The demon's challenge hung in the air, charged with an unspoken promise of pain and pleasure. Kazuya felt his blood boil with determination. He had faced the darkest parts of his soul, and he was not about to back down from a creature that used sex as a weapon.

"Fine," he spat out, his voice filled with contempt. "I'll fight you, and when I win, you'll tell me everything I need to know about your kind."

Sun Wukong's grin grew even more mischievous. "Very well," he said, standing up and stretching lazily. His muscles rippled under his fur, and his cock, a monstrous thing that looked more like a serpent than a part of a man, stood erect. The demon looked at Kazuya, his gaze lingering on the bulge in the man's pants. "But, if you lose, you'll have to become one of my breeding bitches. Are you ready to accept the consequences?"

Kazuya's eyes narrowed, but he didn't back down. He knew he couldn't show weakness now. "Bring it on," he growled, crackling with energy.

The two opponents circled each other, the air around them charged with power. Sun Wukong's tail swished back and forth, his eyes never leaving Kazuya's. Kazuya could feel the demon's power, a potent mix of lust and malice that seemed to call to the darkness within him. He took a deep breath, focusing his own energy, his Devil Gene flaring to life within his veins.

The fight was brutal, a dance of fists and fur that seemed to shake the very earth beneath their feet. Sun Wukong was fast, his blows landing with the force of a freight train, but Kazuya was relentless, his Devil Gene granting him the strength and speed to keep up. They clashed in a symphony of snarls and grunts, the scent of sweat and arousal mingling in the air.

Kazuya threw everything he had at the demon, his fists glowing with the power of his Devil Gene. Each punch felt like it could split the earth in two, but Sun Wukong was unfazed, his body bending and weaving with an unnatural grace that seemed to mock Kazuya's human limitations. The demon's eyes never left Kazuya's, a silent challenge that spoke of his confidence in his own abilities.

The battle raged on, with each blow exchanged growing more powerful and more intimate. Kazuya could feel the heat of the demon's breath on his skin, could almost taste the sweetness of his victory. But with every swing and kick, he found himself getting closer to the monstrous cock that stood tall between Sun Wukong's legs. It was a constant, pulsing reminder of what was at stake.

As the fight grew more intense, the forest itself seemed to respond, the trees groaning and swaying as if caught in the throes of passion. The air grew thick with energy, making Kazuya's skin tingle with anticipation. He could feel his body changing, his muscles becoming more pliable, his movements more fluid.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong's hand shot out, grabbing Kazuya by the throat and lifting him off the ground. The demon's grip was like steel, his tail wrapping around Kazuya's waist, pulling him closer. Kazuya's eyes widened in surprise and fear as he felt his power wane, his body responding to the sex demon's touch in a way he had never anticipated.

Using his knee, Wukong slammed his knee into Kazuya's abdomen, forcing the air out of him in a painful whoosh. The impact was so intense that it brought Kazuya to his knees, his vision swimming. He felt the demon's grip tighten around his throat, the pressure building until he could feel the blood pulsing in his temples.

"You think your Devil Gene can match the power of a sex demon?" Wukong taunted, his voice low and seductive. "Your power is a mere shadow compared to the primal instincts that drive me."

Wukong continued speaking, "You are a male, right. Oh don't worry, I got you covered," his eyes glinted with amusement as he let go of Kazuya's throat.

Kazuya coughed, gasping for air, his eyes watering from the pain. "What...what do you mean?"

Sun Wukong leaned in, his fur brushing against Kazuya's cheek. "You want power? I'll give it to you," he whispered, his breath hot and sweet against Kazuya's ear. "But first, you must accept the true nature of your desire."

Wukong pulled out a vial from his loincloth, filled with a swirling pink liquid that glowed with an eerie light. He held it up to Kazuya's face, his grin widening as he saw the confusion in the man's eyes. "Drink this, and you shall become one with the essence of desire," he said, his voice a sultry whisper.

Kazuya stared at the vial, his hand trembling slightly. The power it promised was tempting, but the cost was unthinkable. Yet, as he looked into the demon's golden eyes, he could feel the lure of the unknown, the siren's call of power that had led him to this very moment. With a snarl, he snatched the vial from Wukong's hand and downed the contents in one gulp.

The transformation was instantaneous and agonizing. His body spasmed, his muscles contracting and expanding in ways that felt both unnatural and exquisite. His skin grew soft and supple, his features becoming more delicate, his body reshaping into a voluptuous female form. He could feel his cock shrinking away, replaced by a throbbing emptiness that seemed to demand to be filled. His mind reeled as he was bombarded with new sensations, his thoughts swirling with confusion and a strange, burgeoning arousal.

When the pain subsided, Kazuya looked down at his new body with a mix of horror and fascination. His once-broad chest was now adorned with firm, perky breasts, his flat stomach a soft curve that led to a sex that was already glistening with arousal. He touched his face, feeling the softness of his new skin, the delicate arch of his eyebrows and the fullness of his lips. He was no longer Kazuya Mishima, the feared and powerful heir of the Mishima Zaibatsu. He was now a woman, a creature of desire that the demon had molded to his will. Kazuya still had the scar on his chest when his father threw off a mountain, a stark reminder of his former identity amidst the softness of his new form.

Sun Wukong watched the transformation with amusement, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Ah, now you see the price of power," he murmured, his tail brushing against Kazuya's sensitive thigh. The touch sent a bolt of pleasure through him, and he gasped, his body responding against his or rather now her will.

Kazuya could smell Wukong's stench, the sweetness aroma of peaches that was mixed with a monkey's musk....and it's making her wet. Her body was betraying her, responding to the demon's touch in ways she never thought possible. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and lust that she couldn't quite comprehend. "What have you done to me?" she rasped, her voice now a seductive purr.

Wukong leaned down, his fur brushing against her new sensitive skin. "I've simply unlocked your true potential," he said, his grin wicked. "Now, you're more than just a vessel for the Devil Gene. You're a creature of desire, a tool for my own amusement."

Kazuya, now a woman, struggled to stand, her legs wobbly from the sudden change. She felt a strange new urgency, a need that seemed to pulse in time with her racing heart. Her eyes never left the demon's cock, now even more terrifying in its size and power. "What...what do you want from me?" she managed to ask, her voice a mix of fear and excitement.

"Lick my cock." Wukong whispered, "It would hurt if I enter your new cunt dry."

Kazuya's new body flushed with heat, the command sending a thrill through her that she couldn't ignore. Her tongue darted out, tentatively tasting the salty precum that glistened at the tip of the demon's monstrous cock. The taste was intoxicating, a blend of the exotic and the forbidden that had her craving more. As she licked and kissed the length of him, she felt her mind slipping away, the power of the transformation taking hold.

"His cock...." Kazuya thought to herself, "It's so...overwhelming." The taste of Sun Wukong's precum was like nothing she had ever experienced before, a mix of sweetness and a hint of something darker, something that made her want to devour him whole. She could feel the power coursing through her, a power that was unlike anything she had felt as a man. Her body was now a vessel for desire, a tool for the demon's pleasure.

As she took the monstrous member into her mouth, she felt a strange sense of submission wash over her. The feeling was not unpleasant, but it was new and unfamiliar. Her tongue swirled around the tip, her newfound feminine instincts guiding her as she pleasured the demon. Wukong's moans grew louder, his tail swishing back and forth with excitement. His fur brushed against her cheek, leaving a trail of heat and musk that only served to fuel her arousal.

Kazuya's mind raced as she serviced the demon. She had never felt this way before, never craved the touch of another so intensely. The realization that she was now a woman, and a woman who was about to be used for his pleasure, brought a mix of anger and submission that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her.

Sun Wukong's cock grew even larger in her mouth, stretching her jaw and filling her with a sense of fullness she hadn't known existed. His fur brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine, and she could feel his power growing, his muscles tensing as he approached climax. His moans grew deeper, more primal, and she knew that she was losing herself in the act.

Wukong's harem watched with a strange look of lust from watching the new addition to their group, their eyes never leaving the intimate scene unfolding before them. Kazuya could feel their envy and anticipation, and it only served to fuel her own growing arousal. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet she couldn't deny the thrill of it.

Wukong climaxed with a roar, his seed flooding Kazuya's mouth and down her throat. She swallowed, the potent taste of his power making her light-headed. As she pulled away, she could feel the change within her, the energy of the demon mixing with her own, reshaping her in ways she couldn't begin to understand.

The demon looked down at her, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Now," he said, his voice a low growl, "are you ready to face the consequences of your actions?"

He lifted Kazuya up with ease, the head of his cock nudging at her new sex, demanding entry. Kazuya's body responded with a jolt of electricity, her pussy clenching in anticipation. She tried to fight, to resist the urge to be claimed by this monster, but her body was no longer her own. It was a battle she couldn't win, and she knew it.

With a grin that promised a world of pleasure and pain, Sun Wukong thrust into her, filling her completely. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt, a mix of agony and ecstasy that made her cry out. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his furry back as he began to move, his hips pistoning in a rhythm that seemed to echo through the very fabric of the forest.

Kazuya's newly formed hymen stretched and tore under the relentless pressure of Wukong's monstrous cock. Her eyes widened with shock as she felt herself being split open, the pain unlike anything she had ever experienced. But amidst the agony, there was something else, something that was rapidly overtaking her. It was a pleasure so intense, so all-consuming, that it washed away all thoughts of resistance.

"Ohhh...fuck!!!" Kazuya moaned, her voice echoed through the clearing as Wukong's cock penetrated deeper into her. The pain was like nothing she had ever felt before, but it was quickly swamped by an overwhelming wave of pleasure that seemed to come from her very core. Her body, now a playground for the demon's desires, responded eagerly to his every thrust, her new pussy clenching around him like a vice. She could feel herself being filled, stretched to the limits of her new form, and the sensation was dizzying.

Wukong's grip on her hips tightened, his pace increasing as he claimed her fully. Kazuya's nails dug into his fur, her body writhing in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. She could feel his power surging through her, a wild, uncontainable force that seemed to be setting her very soul on fire. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, the sensitive tips brushing against his fur, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

The demon's eyes never left hers, a silent challenge that seemed to say, "You will never be able to resist me." And as much as she wanted to hate him, to fight against the pleasure he brought her, she found herself succumbing to the sensations, her body arching towards him, begging for more. The harem of women around them watched with rapt attention, their own need reflected in their eyes as they touched themselves, their moans joining the symphony of desire that filled the clearing.

Kazuya's mind was a whirlwind of emotions - anger, fear, and most of all, a burning lust that seemed to consume her from the inside out. She had never felt this way before, never craved the touch of another so intensely. It was as if the transformation had unlocked something deep within her, something that she had never known existed.

Wukong traced the scar on Kazuya's chest, feeling her heartbeat quicken under his fingertips. "This is your new purpose," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "To serve me, to breed for me, to become the embodiment of desire."

Kazuya felt a strange mix of anger and arousal at his words. She had been a powerful man, feared and revered, and now she was nothing more than a plaything for this demon's amusement. Yet, she couldn't deny the way her body responded to his touch, the way his power made her feel alive in a way she never had before.

Wukong's thrusts grew more forceful, each one driving Kazuya closer to the edge of an orgasm that she both craved and feared. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, the pressure building until she thought she would burst. Her walls clamped down around him, desperately trying to hold on to the feeling, to keep it from overwhelming her.

Her son, Jin is going to be a big brother but Kazuya is going to be a mother, a bizarre situation she could never have anticipated. The demon's cum filled her up, a strange warmth spreading through her belly. The pleasure was so intense, it was almost painful, and she could feel her body changing again, adapting to accommodate the demon's seed. Wukong's grin grew wider as he watched her transformation, his hips still pumping into her with unyielding force.

"Ahh, yes," Wukong groaned, his hips moving with a fervor that seemed to match the beating of the drums in Kazuya's chest. His fur, once a soft caress against her skin, was now slick with sweat and the musky scent of their mating. "Take it all," he grunted, pushing deeper still.

The pleasure was too much, a crescendo that shattered her last shreds of resistance. Kazuya's eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed out her climax, her body convulsing around the demon's cock. Her orgasm was a tempest that raged through her, leaving her trembling and weak in its wake.

Wukong climaxed into her cunt, filling her with his thick, potent seed. Kazuya could feel it coating her insides, a warm, sticky mess that seemed to pulse with life. Her own orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pleasure so intense it brought tears to her eyes. The demon's power surged through her, reshaping her very essence, and she knew that she was lost to this new world of desire.

The demon withdrew, his cock glistening with their combined juices. Kazuya collapsed to the ground, her legs shaking, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust and confusion. "M...more," she whispered, her voice a needy whine.

Sun Wukong chuckled, the sound echoing through the forest. "Ah, you're already addicted," he said, his grin widening. "But remember, you still have much to learn." He offered her a hand, pulling her to her feet with surprising gentleness. "Come," he said, gesturing towards the tree where his harem awaited. "It's time for your true education to begin."

Every weeks had passed and Kazuya's new life as a member of Sun Wukong's harem had become a never-ending cycle of pleasure and pain. Her body had grown accustomed to the demon's monstrous cock, stretching and accommodating his every whim without fail. The other women in the group had welcomed her with a mix of envy and lust, eager to learn the secrets of the newcomer who had captured their master's attention so completely.

While everyone had thought that Kazuya Mishima had disappeared, believed that something had happened to him in the depths of the forest, the truth was much more twisted. The powerful heir of the Mishima Zaibatsu had become a sex-slave to a demon, her powerful body transformed into a tool for Sun Wukong's desires.

Each day was a blur of endless lust and depravity. The demon taught her the art of pleasing, pushing her boundaries until she craved the very things she once found repulsive. Her body had become a canvas for his sexual whims, painted with the juices of his seed and the sweat of his pleasure. She had become something more than just a woman; she was a creature of desire, a being whose sole purpose was to serve the demon's insatiable hunger.

After a few weeks, Kazuya had became pregnant with Wukong's child, a fact that brought a new set of challenges and emotions. Her swollen belly was a constant reminder of her new reality, a reality that she both hated and found herself embracing in a twisted way.

If someone saw Kazuya, they might confuse Kazuya for his deceased mother, Kazumi until they saw the scar on her chest, a constant reminder of her past life as a man. Her once-chiseled features had softened, giving way to a gentle beauty that seemed to radiate from within. The swell of her belly grew with each passing day, a testament to the demon's power and her new role as his breeding bitch.

The other women in the harem had grown to both admire and fear her. They watched as she took the demon's cock with a passion that seemed almost supernatural, her body contorting in ways that defied the limits of human anatomy. Her moans and cries of pleasure filled the night air, a siren's call that drew them in, made them want to be her, to experience what she did.

"Mmmnnn...." Kazuya moaned out softly, knowing that her late father (who she killed) was probably rolling in his grave, watching her becoming a mother for a demon. She was a powerful man, now reduced to this, a pregnant sex toy for a creature of lust. The demon's harem had grown to accept her, some even looking up to her for the way she could handle the demon's immense size and stamina.

Wukong pulled out of her pussy and have his harem positioned on her back. "I believe the baby will be born soon," he said, his voice holding a hint of excitement. "You've been such a good little breeding bitch, Kazuya. I think it's time to introduce you to the pleasures of motherhood."

The other women in the harem looked at her with a mix of pity and envy. They knew what was coming, had seen it before with other newcomers. The birth of a demon's child was not an easy process, but it was one that brought unparalleled pleasure to the mother. Kazuya felt a twinge of fear, but it was quickly overridden by the need to please her master.

"I...I will.." Kazuya muttered softly, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She had never felt more alive than in these moments of complete and utter submission to Sun Wukong. Her body was his playground, and she had grown to crave the pain and pleasure that he bestowed upon her.

Wukong's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in close to her ear. "You will be a good mother," he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "You will raise our child to be strong, to continue our legacy."

Kazuya could feel the unborn baby pressing against her cervix, demanding to be released into the world. The contractions grew stronger, each one more painful than the last. Wukong had been soothing her through the process, his furry hands gently caressing her stomach, whispering words of encouragement in her ear. His tail had even wrapped around her, providing a surprising source of comfort and support.

The baby's head emerged, crowning between Kazuya's legs, and she bit down on her lower lip to stifle a scream. The pain was indescribable, but the pleasure that accompanied it was something she had never imagined. The demon's power surged through her, mixing with the agony to create a heady cocktail that had her writhing on the soft grass.

The baby emerged as one of Wukong's harem member grabbed the baby, a little boy with dark downy fur, the same color of Kazuya's hair, and golden eyes, just like Wukong's. The baby's cries echoed through the clearing, a sound that was both eerie and beautiful like a siren's song. The harem gathered around, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they took in the newest addition to their family.

Wukong took the baby from the woman's arms, holding him up to the moon. "Welcome to the world, my son," he said, his voice filled with pride. "You shall be known as Kazuhito, the firstborn of the new era of desire." He turned to Kazuya, who lay panting and exhausted on the ground. "You have done well," he said, his eyes filled with a strange affection.

After the umbilical cord was clamped by Wukong, using his teeth carefully like he had done it before, Kazuya felt a strange mix of emotions. She was a mother now, but to a creature that was half-human, half-demon. Her mind reeled with the implications of what this meant for her and her new son. As she watched Wukong cradle Kazuhito, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. The demon's love for his child was palpable, and she longed for a piece of that affection for herself.

Wukong placed Kazuhito on Kazuya's breast, letting the newborn latch onto her nipple. The sudden, intense sensation of her child suckling sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, and she couldn't help but moan softly. It was a strange, primal bond, one that seemed to override all other thoughts and feelings. As she watched her son feed, she felt a strange sense of peace settle over her.