Demonic Great Sage (Impregnation Edition)

Emperor Zhou's desire for the Goddess Nu Wa was considered an obsession, perhaps even madness. She sent signs and missives to reject him, but Zhou would not be dissuaded. At night, he slipped into her temple and scrawled poetry across the walls espousing his undying love. This defilement could not go unanswered. Nu Wa summoned the most conniving and wicked Fox Spirit she could and thrust it upon the Emperor with intent to spiral his life into misery.

Little did Nu Wa know what she had just unleashed. For thousands of years the nine-tailed Fox spirit had lived, biding its time, honing its malicious appetites.

Finally in human form, it assumed the irresistible guise of Da Ji, and to Emperor Zhou, she could do no wrong. With free reign of the Empire and its people, Da Ji reveled in torture and malice. She took delight in their screams of pain as she danced to playful music composed at her command, the musicians trembling for every note.

So grievous did these atrocities grow that the people rose up and overthrew their ruler.

They stormed the gates, toppled the throne, and pursued Zhou to his bed chamber, where the crazed emperor finally took his own life. Yet, Da Ji managed to escape and conceal herself for centuries.

It was unknown where Da Ji is but it was believed that she was alive. Within a heavily forested area, although there was a small village a few distance away, where merchants and travelers would pass through, the air was filled with whispers of a new evil.

Tales grew of a mysterious woman, whose beauty could seduce the purest of hearts, and whose touch could bring forth the most heinous of acts. Among the curious crowd was a strange looking man dressed in a robe similar to a Shaolin Monk.

This man was Sun Wukong, using a disguise to hide his true identity as a sex demon from any humans. Sun Wukong had heard the whispers of the seductive Da Ji and grew intrigued by the challenge she presented.

Until Da Ji had cross on to his territory, the Fox Spirit was blissfully unaware that she made a big mistake.

Da Ji is slowly getting tired of messing with humans and she wanted bigger targets.

Da Ji traveled down the forest trail, noticing a stony temple. Although the exterior was covered in moss, vines and ivy like nature was claiming it back, with some birds chirping around the place or using the roof, which is surprisingly didn't break down, as a nesting ground, it had an eerie charm. She felt a strange pull towards it, a sensation she hadn't felt in centuries. It was as if the very earth whispered of power and intrigue hidden within its ancient stones. She had to explore it.

Entering through the wide entrance, the interior was oddly clean like someone had been cleaning it recently. The air was thick with incense, hinting at recent worship or perhaps a spell to mask something darker. Da Ji only smirked, these humans are probably praying to some forgotten god to save them from her.

Suddenly, she heard a twig snap followed by a strange smell, the sweet smell of peaches and sharp musk that may belong to a monkey. And it was making Da Ji wetter than a slut exposed to aphrodisiacs.

"What the fuck..." Da Ji muttered to herself, "Am I getting wet?"

Da Ji's eyes narrowed as she tracked the scent. It grew stronger, the peachy aroma mixing with the musk making her pussy clench with need. She had multiple escapades with human men, usually ending with her killing said human men while having her way with them, but this was different. This smelled like a creature of power, not a mere mortal to be played with.

Sun Wukong had been watching her, his keen demonic eyes seeing through her human disguise. He knew the Fox Spirit was in his territory, and he wasn't about to let this opportunity pass. He stepped out from the shadows, revealing his true form. The robe fell away to show his powerful, monkey-like physique, his penis, thick and veiny, already engorged with anticipation.

Da Ji's jaw drop. Wukong's penis was much bigger than a man's, bobbing in the air like a weapon ready to be wielded. The foreskin receded to reveal the glossy head, a size that could easily split a woman in half but also bring them pleasure, an extreme kind of pleasure they never knew existed.

Da Ji felt a thrill of fear mixed with arousal, a cocktail she hadn't experienced in ages. This creature, this monkey demon, had power, and she was both intrigued and intimidated. She licked her lips, the smell of him intoxicating.

But Wukong pinned Da Ji to a stone altar, ripped her scarlet red bustier off, exposing her surprisingly ample breasts. Wukong spoke, "How many man do you let suck your breasts before you kill them. Guess you're a fox spirit slut then..."

Da Ji smirked, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "You think you're the first to call me such names?" Her tone was mocking, but her breath was ragged.

But when Wukong thrust into her pussy, Da Ji's eyes went wide from the sudden thrust. It felt like someone thrust a giant rod in her, one of the torture techniques she used on women back when she was Emperor Zhou's favorite consort. But this time, Da Ji was the one being fucked like a whore on a street corner and the giant rod was Wukong's hard cock.

Da Ji's mind was racing, trying to find a way out of this predicament, but her body was betraying her. Every inch of Wukong's cock that slammed into her brought forth a mix of pain and pleasure she hadn't felt since she was a young fox spirit. Her pussy stretched and clenched around his thickness, trying to accommodate his size while also trying to squeeze out every bit of cum that he had.

Her ornamented consort hairstyle was undone, her raven black hair curtained her shoulder and upper back like a waterfall. She was a creature of beauty, even in her most vulnerable moments.

"S...So...big...." Da Ji moaned loudly, her mind was getting overloaded with new sensations. The way Wukong's cock filled her up, stretched her beyond any mortal limits was something she never experienced even with the most skilled consorts in the imperial harem.

Wukong smirked at her, "You like it, don't you?" He said, pumping her pussy harder. "You like being fucked by a real beast, don't you, my little fox?"

Da Ji's nails dug into the stone altar, her body writhing beneath him. She could feel her orgasm building, a fiery crescendo that she hadn't felt in centuries. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out her pleasure.

But Wukong gently shoved a finger in her mouth, forcing her mouth open. "No, no, you're going to scream for me." He whispered darkly. He then slapped her cheek hard enough to leave a red hand print, "You're going to scream like the whore you are."

Da Ji flinched, the sting of his slap sending a jolt of pleasure, like a kind of masochistic delight, through her body. She stared up at him, her eyes glazed with a mix of anger and arousal. But she knew better than to resist; she'd heard the stories of Sun Wukong's power, of his dominance over mortals and gods alike. Plus, she had to admit, his cock was something she hadn't encountered in centuries of seducing and destroying men.

Wukong leaned in, his fur brushing against her skin, and whispered, "You're going to cum for me, Daji. And when you do, you're going to know who's in charge here."

Da Ji nodded, "Oh...I'm going to cum!!!!"

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air as Wukong pounded into her with an unrelenting rhythm. The force of his thrusts shook the very foundation of the temple, causing any birds to fly off temporarily. The smell of sex and power was palpable, a heady scent that seemed to thicken the very air around them.

Da Ji's eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned and writhed beneath him, her body no longer her own. She had never felt so out of control, so completely at the mercy of another. Yet, amidst the pain and the pleasure, there was something...exciting about it. As a fox spirit who had always been the one in charge, the feeling of being dominated was both terrifying and thrilling.

Wukong's grip on her hips tightened as he thrust deeper, each movement a declaration of his dominance. He knew exactly what he was doing, his centuries of experience with all forms of pleasure and pain evident in every stroke. He watched her face intently, looking for any sign of distress or resistance.

Da Ji's breaths grew more ragged, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her screams. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction, not yet. But with every thrust, it became harder and harder to maintain her composure. Her pussy was on fire, the sensation of being filled by this monstrous cock was unlike anything she'd ever felt before.

The tension grew unbearable, her orgasm looming like a dark storm on the horizon. She could feel the power building inside her, a force that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces. And when it finally hit, it was like nothing she'd ever experienced. Her body arched off the altar, her back bowing in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

Wukong watched her with a smug satisfaction, his strokes becoming more deliberate, more powerful. He knew he had her now, that she was his to do with as he wished. He leaned in, his hot breath on her neck as he whispered, "You're mine now, Daji."

Da Ji only responded with a soft moan.

After that, Da Ji's bloodlust was replaced with a sexual lust, along with Wukong's harem, who are women that had willingly join in.

Da Ji would let Wukong fuck her cunt, asshole, mouth and sometimes between her breasts, she was used to being in control but she found herself craving his dominance. She would moan and scream his name in pleasure, begging for more, even though she knew she was just another one of his conquests.

Until she became pregnant, her body changed dramatically with her breasts swelling, her stomach growing and her hips widening to accommodate the demon spawn growing inside her. This was something she had never experienced before, a pregnancy from a creature so powerful, it was rumored his seed could impregnate almost anything with a hole and a female.

There are women in Wukong's harem who are already pregnant and/or had given birth, their bodies had also changed in similar fashion to what Daji's body was experiencing. They watched her with knowing eyes, some filled with pity, others with envy. Pity because they knew the pain she would endure, envy because she was the latest to experience Wukong's dominance.

Wukong was being careful with fucking Da Ji, seeing that she was pregnant with his child. He knew that this would be his strongest offspring yet. His seed had always been powerful, capable of impregnating almost any female, and he took great pride in knowing that the Fox Spirit, once the bane of his kind, would now bear his legacy.

Da Ji moaned loudly, "Mmmm.... Our baby is so restless..." she was bouncing on Wukong's hard cock, her breasts are free from the scanty dress she wore, lactating like a cow. Her pregnancy had only served to increase her sexual appetite, which was already voracious.

Wukong watched her with a mix of pride and amusement. "Indeed, our child is strong." He said, his hand coming up to caress her swollen stomach. He could feel the baby kick against his palm, a powerful little creature already eager to come into the world and claim its place.

Wukong pulled his cock out of her pussy before thrust into her mouth, Da Ji moaned, muffled by his thick meat. The other pregnant women watched as the fox spirit took his seed, her cheeks hollowed out as she tried to take him all in. She hadn't had a man's cock in her mouth in centuries, but she found herself craving the taste of Wukong's cum, his power flowing through her veins like a potent elixir.

One of the women could see the baby's head emerging from Da Ji's cunt, and she rushed over to help. Wukong grinned, watching the birth unfold before him. It was a powerful moment, one that made him feel invincible. He had conquered a creature that had brought down dynasties with her beauty and cruelty, and now she was bringing new life into the world, a life that would be a testament to his strength.

With a loud gasp, Da Ji pushed the baby, a hybrid between a fox spirit and a monkey sex demon.

Da Ji panted, letting Wukong to hold the baby, a little boy, wailing and upset that he was no longer in the warm and wet embrace of his mother's womb. His fur was a mix of black and gold, with a hint of red, much like his mother's hair. His tiny tail already showing signs of his fox heritage.

Wukong clamped the umbilical cord with his teeth and spit it out, a gesture that symbolized the severing of the child's ties to its mother's power, ensuring it would be a creature of his own. The act was brutal, yet oddly tender in its own right, a demonstration of the primal bond forming between father and son. The room was filled with the sound of the newborn's cries and the heavy breaths of the exhausted Da Ji.

Wukong carefully bathed the baby in a basin filled with warm water, his large hands surprisingly gentle. He inspected the child with a critical eye, noting the strength in its tiny limbs and the sharpness of its claws. He knew this offspring would be a force to be reckoned with, a creature that would one day carry his legacy.

After Da Ji expelled the afterbirth, cringing slightly as the last bit of pain washed over her, she felt the baby boy gently placed on her breast by Wukong, his little claws grasping for her nipple. As he latched on, she couldn't help but feel a strange maternal warmth towards the creature. His tiny eyes, a mix of her fiery red and Wukong's golden, stared up at her, and she felt a connection she hadn't felt in eons.