1 comments/ 29052 views/ 24 favorites Bred in the Pit By: Bofunk "Fuck me! Fuck me, you scum!", yelled the succubus. The demonic jailer knew that she was getting weak; she had not fed from the sexual energies of anything – demon or man – for the past seven moons. She was becoming frantic and desperate. She was locked in a cell in one of Lord Marganoth's many infernal dungeons for reasons even the jailer did not know, though it did not matter. The pit lord got what he desired, and if his minions dared question him, it typically ended in painful destruction for the foolish inquirer. For the past seven days, the pit lord desired that this creature be kept hidden away from the rest of the burning hells and that she not be allowed to slake her desire for intercourse. Even now, the succubus reached through the cage with slender, delicate, wisp-thin hands, urgently grasping for the huge, flaccid member of the demonic jailer which hung heavily between his legs as he watched his captive prey squirm and struggle against her hunger. He stood silently just out of reach, taunting her with his demonic shaft, grinning at her growing urgency. "You know you want me!", screamed the succubus, flailing and grasping for the huge cock just out of reach. "Just let me touch it! I swear I'll be good! I beg you!" The jailer did indeed want the succubus. Succubi were the pinnacle of carnal pleasure in this or any other realm. Her perfect, enormous breasts bounced against the cell bars as she struggled, and her long, black hair was was perfectly silky and smooth as it descended all the way down her back. Her porcelain white skin would be heaven to the touch, the jailer knew, and the deep red of her gorgeous eyes was enough to drown the willpower of a lesser being. Her long, slender face was beautiful beyond comprehension, and her black lips possessed muscles designed specifically for the pleasuring of her victims. Her gratuitous thighs and buttocks were perfectly shaped for impacts from behind and for latching onto so that she could be superbly mounted, and her hourglass figure, petite frame, and tiny waist belied a ravenous hunger for animalistic sex which no human woman would be able to endure, much less enjoy. Finally, her wide hips promised a healthy litter of snarling, ravenous demons would spill out of her womb when she had fed upon enough sexual energies. Thinking these thoughts, and wondering how it would feel to slide his thick girth between those black, pursed lips of hers, the jailer did not notice that his already prodigious member had begun to swell. However, the succubus betrayed her next frantic grasp with her eyes, and before she could so much as touch the jailer's huge prick, he backed away quickly. Losing her prey after coming so close, the succubus hissed, and her beautiful face twisted into a pained expression that would break any human man's heart as she bared her tiny fangs at the jailer. Generally, male demons could resist the wiles of a succubus if they were of higher intellect and willpower, but human men were usually powerless to resist even the sight of one, and if a succubus were to use her potent powers on a human male through contact, usually through the lips or penis, the man would be lost forever to his desires for her. Succubi were generally insatiable in intercourse, the jailer knew; once a succubus begins siphoning off the life energies of her victim through sex, she usually does not stop until the victim is a dried up husk, devoid of all life, though the experience is said to be blissful to the victim. Human men almost always die to the attacks of a succubus, but a strong male demon can usually satisfy a succubus so that she discontinues feeding... or, if he fears she might overcome him sexually, the male demon may try to physically kill the succubus with brute strength, though his siphoned life essences may leave him too weak to do so. Lesser demons almost always met a pleasurable end. "You're becoming reckless," chided the jailer. "Where are those powerful feminine wiles I always heard so much about? You succubi are supposed to be able to seduce any man into letting you feed. Hah! Not me, sister! Even if you weren't a cock-hungry bitch in heat, I wouldn't let you suck me dry just like that!" The jailer watched her struggle and squirm against the bars some more with a grin upon his face, but deep down he yearned to plunge his rock hard dick into that bitch and make her howl as he stretched her inner recesses. He wanted to take that mouth of hers and fill it so full of his meat she would not even be able to breathe. He wanted to take that hair of hers and pull it hard as he rode her from behind. He wanted to show her he could outlast her at her own game. With these thoughts racing through his head, the demonic jailer set aside his halberd against the wall. Looking both ways to make sure no other demon saw his actions, he began to approach the succubus' cell. The sudden change in the jailer's behavior caused the succubus to stop her squirming and panting against the cell bars, but her hungry eyes never left the huge, flopping member of the jailer as he approached. The jailer took one of the infernal keys at his belt (the only piece of clothing he was wearing on his muscular frame), and unlocked the cell cautiously. The succubus backed away from the door with a look of timid surprise on her face, her huge breasts swaying heavily as she did so. She never took her eyes off of the jailer's gigantic dick, though she was cautious because the huge male demon could easily end her life if he so chose. The jailer slammed the cell door behind him and peered at the succubus, who had now backed herself against the wall on the far side of the cell. Slowly, the demonic jailer began to approach the succubus. "I-I knew you wanted me", said the succubus slowly, but in as sultry and seductive a voice as she could feign through her weakness. The jailer said nothing, but slowly walked toward the succubus with an imposing gait. Glancing up at his face and then back to his penis, the succubus continued to try her luck at conversation. "Be nice, lover, and maybe I'll let you see me again, sometime." She smiled seductively and winked at the huge demon before her, but her smile was somewhat uncertain as she began to doubt the jailer's intentions. The jailer finished his approach and stared down menacingly at the succubus, who was now squirming with a mix of emotions. She was about to faint from hunger and wanted nothing more than to mount that magnificent, throbbing member now directly in front of her. On the other hand, she did not know whether or not her incessant pleading had finally caused the jailer to decide to end her life. Chancing it, she stepped forward and placed her hands on the jailer's muscular chest and began to caress it. "Mmm, so strong," she said, feeling the ripples of his otherwordly muscles through the porcelain skin of her delicate, dextrous fingers. His huge penis was now rubbing against her waist, and she wanted desperately to feel it enter her so she could begin feeding. She was dripping wet from her pussy, and soft patters of moisture dripped from her as she rubbed the large demon's chest and looked up into his face. She dared another glanced at the throbbing penis rubbing against her unnaturally white tummy and looked quickly back up to the demon who leered at her. "I'll bet you – ack!", she gasped as the huge demon seized her about her neck with one enormous hand, lifting her effortlessly into the air. She clawed and scratched at his fingers to attempt to free herself, and she kicked and squirmed, using her tail to try and lash the demon who now held her suspended before him in the air, but her assaults simply bounced off of his powerful frame. "Now you listen to me," said the jailer in an angry voice. "Even hungry as you are, there is no way you could last longer than me. It is insulting to think that such a weak, pitiful creature whose sole purpose is the pleasuring of demon lords – a whore, basically – could hope to match mental or physical wits with me! I have listened to you beg for it for seven moons, now, and honestly, I don't think you can handle what I've got!" He leered at the succubus with a grin on his face, watching the beautiful creature struggle and grope for air in his grasp, her huge tits flopping and jiggling as she did so. "So... what are you... trying to say... lover?", gasped the succubus, a glimmer of hope beginning to burn within her black heart. The jailer said nothing, but cast the succubus to the ground before him. She panted and gasped, holding one hand to her throat, trying to push herself up to rise to her knees with the other, which was no easy task since her immense breasts made her somewhat top-heavy. Before she could steady herself, though, the huge demon grabbed her arm and threw her down again facing away from him, causing her to cry out in pain (though in truth, most succubi enjoy a little bit of pain) and her immense breasts to flop to either side of her body as she lay on her stomach. She felt the jailer's huge, gnarled hands grab her by her hips, and her backside was hoisted roughly up into the air. She clung to the wall to steady herself and support her huge teats as the jailer lifted her to a bending position. "You want a fuck?", boomed the surly voice of the jailer behind her, "I'll give you a fuck, you bitch!" With that, the jailer clenched his huge hands onto her voluptuous hips and heaved his huge prick directly into her exposed vagina. And now you are mine thought the succubus as she felt his huge member penetrate her. She feigned surprise and pain at the sudden assault of the jailer, and she gasped and cried out as he began to pummel her innards with his huge dick, but she was a practiced sexual predator, and she knew the roughness and urgency of the jailer as he fucked her from behind would only lead to his quick demise. "Not so rough... please..." she cried out between gasps, and just as she knew it would, her plea caused the jailer to grip her hips harder and heave his prick in and out of her with renewed insistence. "Shut your mouth!", yelled the huge, muscular demon. "Don't you forget who's in charge, here!" At that, the jailer pushed hard against her back, causing her to slam against the stone wall of the cell, mashing her colossal breasts and face against it as he continued fucking her from behind. "Oh!", she cried out in fake protest, relishing the roughness and the slight pain the assault had caused her, all the time yearning for a spurt of his seed and life force that would slake some of her hunger. Her hands rested on the wall in front of her, and she kept her face pinned to the wall, but she bent over slightly in order to show her "submission" to the assault of the demonic jailer. Her huge, white breasts swayed and jostled as the jailer rammed her from behind. Her tummy jiggled back and forth from the impacts of the monstrous brute that pounded her with alarming intensity. Her face, with mouth slightly open and eyes closed tightly in feigned disbelief at the aptitude of the jailer for sex, moved up and down on the wall slightly, causing her hair to sway and bounce rhythmically with the urgent thrusts of the large demon behind her. A human woman would have broken long ago to the size and girth of the jailer's penis and the strength of his thrusts, but the succubus' pussy was designed to fit the penis of those she fed upon like a fleshy glove, and it stretched just enough to allow the jailer to slam into her with wanton disregard, culminating in increased pleasure both for him and for her. And though she was weaker compared to other types of demons, she had been bred to withstand the types of assaults associated with rough, carnal sex – fortunate, considering that most male demons preferred to abuse her and attack her pussy with their enormous members with ravenous ferocity, just as the demon behind her now did. The fucking continued for quite some time, as male demons are able to boast great stamina during intercourse as one of their many infernal gifts. At times the succubus whimpered, at other times she gasped and moaned, and yet other times she was silent and simply endured the unending pounding the jailer gave her from behind. Once, she turned her head slightly and lied, muttering, "Too rough... You're too rough... You're hurting me...", between her panting and gasping, but this only caused the big demon to smirk. He grabbed her by the neck again, choking her slightly, and he grabbed her forearm at the same time, pulling her onto his immense shaft harder and harder. Her huge breasts flopped and bounced together, now, and her butt reverberated from the harder impacts. His huge balls rolled up from between his legs and struck her against her thighs repeatedly, brandishing her with foul-smelling perspiration every time they mashed against her. "No more," she cried in a pained gasp, "Please, no more!", secretly delighting in the rough pounding and treatment she was getting from this robust demon. The demon only continued to fuck her, ramming his huge member into her deepest recesses with unending vigor. "Ah! Ah! I can't take it, anymore! Please!", cried the succubus, and the muscled, sweaty jailer began to feel his rock hard, infernal penis begin to twitch with the tell-tale signs of an impending eruption. I'm going to fill you so full of my seed that you'll burst, bitch thought the jailer, and he took his gnarled fist off of the succubus' neck and grabbed her hair, pulling her back even harder onto his shaft as she groaned and gasped in feigned exasperation. Wrapping his other demonic fist around the waist of the succubus, he penetrated her as deeply as he could, feeling his monstrous dick bash against the cervix wall of the succubus repeatedly. The jailer did not see, but the succubus was beginning to become extremely aroused at the slight pain this caused her, and she reached a slender hand up to one of her enormous breasts and began to fondle it, flipping the large, protruding nipple between her fingers as her body reverberated against the stone wall from the impacts resounding through her. She panted ever so slightly, relishing the pain and the twitching from the colossal member inside her, and her pleasure was double with the fact that she would soon indeed feed upon the life energies of the huge demonic brute behind her. Finally, the jailer reached his peak, and throwing his head back in infernal, primal fuck-lust, he pulled the succubus' hair as hard as he could and slammed his cock deep into her hungry recesses, filling her up to her brim completely. He grabbed her waist as well as he tugged her hard onto his demonic prick, and with a triumphant roar of ecstasy, he buried himself all the way up to his immense balls and unloaded one of the largest cargoes of corrupt, infernal cum into the waiting belly of the succubus that she had ever experienced. The succubus gasped with pleasure and glee as she felt the hot, corrosive seed filling her womb, spilling from the shaft of the jailer as though from a huge faucet. The huge prick twitched and pulsed repeatedly, spilling forth more and more seed into her belly. The succubus took her hand not playing with her boobs and placed it over her stomach, relishing the warm sensation shooting through her abdomen. Her womb swelled and expanded so as not to miss a single drop of the life-giving fluid. She licked her lips and snarled hungrily as the demon seed filled her. Already she could feel her energies and power returning as her finely tuned body began converting the sexual energies from the semen into raw demonic power. Her skin began to become smoother, her lips fuller, her breasts even larger than before, her hips wider and more voluptuous; every aspect of her perfect body became even more perfect. Even her hair took on a darker, more enveloping hue as the energies surged into her. Now we shall see who is in charge, thought the succubus. Still yanking her waist and hair, the jailer finally spurted his last rope of cum into the succubus' belly, and pumping her a few more times with his now flaccid member before pulling it loose with a wet pop! noise, he staggered backwards, surprisingly weakened (had he been too careless?) and felt for a place to sit on the stool in the cell to clear his now swimming head of the burning, primal fuck-lust he had just experienced. However, weakened as he was, the jailer did not notice the succubus spin around with renewed voracity and power, a dark aura of confusing demonic energy radiating off of her. Her body had finished converting his life force into raw power, and had the jailer been looking up to see her, he would have noticed that she was even more ravishing and desirable than before. Her breasts, engorged now with infernal milk, swung heavily as she spun, dripping and leaking tiny rivulets of foul-smelling milk from her protruding nipples. Her large hips swayed rhythmically, and her opalescent skin shone with renewed splendor under the radiating energies enveloping her. Her pitch black hair seemed to draw in light into a void of splendid loveliness, and her beautiful, long face and full lips had achieved a wanton abandon of beauty never seen on the mortal plane. Her slender tail coiled behind her as she approached the jailer, the fullness in her womb already beginning to subside. A beautiful yet alarming smile flickered across her face as her eyes once again settled upon the jailer's huge but limp prick. She hungered yet again. Pouncing, using all of her newly-acquired energies to brandish unheard dexterity and swiftness, the succubus leaped upon the jailer, knocking his huge frame to the ground, sending the stool he had been swooning upon skittering away. Before the jailer could react from within his drained stupor, the succubus conjured magical bonds onto the wrists and hooves of the jailer, effectively binding him to the floor. The bonds were not yet as powerful as she could potentially make them, but she knew the jailer would now be too weak to attempt to break out of them, and the brute was appallingly lacking in the ways of demonic magic which he might use to free himself; a real muscle-bound stud, just the way she liked them. "Get off of me, you bitch! I'm done with you!", cried the jailer, but the succubus replied, "Ah, love, but I am not done with you!" Whipping her tail around her as she sat on the jailer's stomach, she used the tip to draw a faint symbol with purplish-hued magic on his chest between where she had placed her hands. Once the demonic symbol was drawn, it flared slightly, and then sank into the flesh of the jailer's chest. Immediately, the jailer began to feel his head swimming with primal lust once again, and his flaccid member began to swell and stand erect behind the succubus' rotund buttocks. His balls began to burn with renewed sensation, and he could feel them swelling as they began to rapidly churn more demon seed within. "What are you doing to me, bitch?! Get off of me or I shall wrench that pretty head of yours from your shoulders! Just what do you think you're doing?!", screamed the jailer, yet the succubus flashed a knowing smile at him, and she lifted her rump up into the air while steadying herself against his chest with her hands. Her immense breasts hung underneath her, dribbling the tiny drops of milk onto the chest of the demon below her. She knew that her body was saving up energy for a spawning, and she relished the ecstasy that the impending pain of a spawning would bring for her. With one or two more feedings, she would be ready to birth a whole host of her hideous young into this fiery realm, and the pain of the spawning was among the most exquisite for a succubus to experience. She had birthed countless demon-spawn into the world in her time, but the sensation never got old. Steadying herself against the swaying of her boobs, she began to once again envelop the monumental cock of the jailer into her hungry innards. The jailer groaned again with renewed pleasure, but now he squirmed and fought against the pleasure, knowing full well what the succubus intended. How stupid he had been, he chided himself, wondering if he could somehow reach his onyx halberd next to the wall outside the cell. Bred in the Pit The succubus lowered herself more onto the colossal shaft, throwing her head back and hissing in pleasure as she was again stretched to the limit by the immense prick. The ribbed ring of the demon's glans rubbed irritably against her vaginal wall, and she relished the sensation. She began to bob rhythmically up and down on the immense shaft of the demon, the huge member plumbing her recesses over and over. The fully erect dick bashed against the wall of her womb and she gasped with pleasure at the pain it sent coursing into her belly. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ooooooooh!", moaned the succubus, leaning forward to garner deeper penetration, her sultry-sweet voice causing the demonic jailer to become even more entranced by the beauty of the demon riding him. She lay her chest down against the jailer's own chest, her giant breasts flopping to either side of her arms as she rode the jailer without delay. "I think its time for you to do some work, here," said the succubus. She gently kissed the muscular chest of her imprisoned lover, sending more of the potent magic coursing directly into the demonic jailer's blood. The jailer was powerless now to resist her magics, and he groaned with ecstasy as his hips involuntarily bounded upwards rigorously, ramming his prick into the succubus with moist slurping sounds. The succubus' butt bounced hard up and down on the shaft of the demon, and her moans began to crescendo. "Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh! That's – right – give – it – your – all!" she called between the impacts from his thrusts. Her gigantic breasts shifted back and forth on his chest, covering him with moisture from her engorged nipples. Flinging her hair to one side to get it out of the way, she kissed the jailer's chest several more times, sending even more of her venom into his blood. The jailer was lost in a sea of ecstasy, and he unknowingly pounded the beautiful creature striding him as hard as he could. He felt as though his dick would burst it was so hard, yet he did not care. All he could think of was ramming every inch of himself into the pussy of that gorgeous creature. Knowing that the jailer was now completely hers, she muttered the incantation which loosed the bands on his wrists. Immediately, the jailer reached upwards and grabbed her by the waist, forcing her down as hard as he could onto his meat as he slammed her upwards from underneath with his hips. "Ah! Ah! Oh, more, lover! More! Fill – me – with – your – seed! Make – me – burst!" she yelled between his pounding. At her behest, the demonic jailer grabbed her by the buttocks, penetrated her as deeply as he could one last time, and with another roar of triumph, spilled forth another load of his viscous cum deep into her belly. As the jailer's seed rushed into her womb once more, she began to once again siphon the life energies from the semen, further empowering herself and preparing her body for a spawning. As she absorbed the essence of the jailer, her now overly engorged breasts began to overflow with infernal milk, and they grew to a size of nearly double what they had been before she began to feed from the jailer. Her hard nipples began to spurt, unable to contain the building pressures of the milk now being carried within her breasts. Her body was nearing its completion of its primary goal, and with but a bit more life essence she would fill to the brim and conceive a host of ravenous, snarling broodlings in her womb and spill them out into the world in a spawning. She continued to bounce up and down on the increasingly flaccid member, her expert poise and form attempting to milk every drop of cum from the demon's shaft. Her vaginal walls groped and kneaded, and the demonic jailer, now delirious with weakness and pleasure, was lost to the undulating stroking her pussy was giving his shaft. "One more time, I think, and we'll be ready," said the succubus to the now mostly incoherent jailer beneath her. She had ceased to ride the now limp shaft of the jailer, but left it within her. She leaned forward, noting how heavy her breasts now were with their payloads of demon milk. "Here's an idea," she said with her lovely, sultry voice, "why don't you take care of some of this for me?" With that, she leaned forward once again, her colossal, engorged boobs cascading across the face and chest of the jailer. Using her hands, she inserted her hardened, lengthy nipples into his mouth, which he accepted without protest. Instantly, the fanged mouth of the jailer began to suck on her breasts slightly, and the succubus could feel her overstuffed breasts begin to emit a steady stream of her milk into the jailer's mouth, which he gulped down incoherently. "Ah...", she gasped, feeling the pressures in her breasts begin to subside, feeling the curling tongue and sharpened teeth of the jailer prick and knead her breasts as he gulped down more and more of her milk. Unbeknownst to the jailer, however, the milk was laced with some of her most potent sexual venom, and as he fed upon her boobs his balls began to once again swell painfully with the production of even more cum, and his huge member began to once again swell within her. Feeling this, the succubus left her nipples in his mouth for him to feed upon, but leaned backwards, stretching her nipples out as she did so from the suction of the jailer's mouth. Instinctively, the jailer bit into her nipples to stop them from sliding from his mouth, and he sucked on them harder, causing the milk to flow from her with increased rapidity. "Oh, yes...", sighed the succubus, and she once again began to bounce up and down upon the now rigid staff of the jailer, her nipples stretching painfully as she pounded her own pussy with her bouncing. She placed her hands behind her upon the thighs of the jailer, and with expert style began to ride her victim faster and faster, feeling her hunger once again gain control over her body. Her perfectly round buttocks slapped against his thighs, and her now enveloping hair swished too and fro, cascading down to her hands as she impaled herself on the jailer repeatedly. The succubus rode the jailer like this for some time. She knew the last orgasm would be the longest in coming, because the jailer was almost completely spent. She had almost drained all of his life energies. Soon, she would be satisfied enough to complete her true purpose: to allow his infernal children to spill out of her belly, further filling existence with horrible demons. As she slammed herself onto his prick repeatedly, she grabbed his arms, placing his now-weak hands upon her breasts. He squeezed as much as he was able, and the succubus felt the hot, steaming milk gush from her nipples even faster, pouring down into his throat, filling his veins even more with her potent sexual venom. In reaction, his penis stiffened even more, once more bashing against the wall of her womb. His balls swelled even more beneath her, nearing the need for another release, soon to jettison their largest and final load directly into her vacuous womb. "So close, now..." panted the succubus as she fucked him, "so close! Come on, lover, give it all you've got just one last time!" At her words, the venom completed its unholy work, and the jailer's prick grew to maximum length within her. The jailer bit down onto her breasts as he climax quickly approached, and the succubus hissed with delight at the pain and pleasure coursing through her. The jailer clamped down with his hands upon the fleshy folds of her breasts, causing her milk to shoot out of her with wondrously warm pain. She ceased riding him and threw her head back, and the jailer involuntarily bucked his hips one final time. The head of his colossal penis shoved all the way up to her womb as he impaled her as hard as he could, and he unclenched his teeth from her nipples, causing her breasts to shoot milk all over his face and chest below her. "Gahhh," muttered the jailer, erupting the largest load of cum into the succubus that had ever passed out of his dick. "Ahhhh! Oh, yes!" hissed the succubus in triumph, the immense torrent of cum bubbling up directly into her womb, stretching her belly slightly with its vast amount. The jailer held her in the air with his pelvis for a few moments, then collapsed, completely spent. His hands fell away from her breasts, hitting the ground with deadened thuds. The gratuitous mammaries flopped free, rolling down the succubus' stomach, causing the spewing, hardened nipples to thud against the muscular chest of the jailer, sending jolting pleasure into her through her breasts. She sat upon the jailer momentarily, feeling the instinctive kneading of her vaginal walls attempting to suck every ounce of remaining semen from his lifeless cock. She looked back down at the immobile face of the jailer, his eyes closed in exhausted bliss, his breathing barely intelligible beneath her. The succubus casually reached beneath her giant breasts to knead and play with her nipples and to stroke the flesh of her bosoms, absently-mindedly transfixed by a growing sensation within her body. Her breasts had ceased their incessant outpouring of milk, and instead were once again growing in size, cascading all across the chest of the jailer before her, her extremely large, hard nipples rubbing against his masculine chest beneath the mounds of her flesh. She felt sure that, if she were able to stand up, her breasts would now descend all the way down to her shins with their length and girth, they were so large. Her beautiful, long black hair began to take on the hue of the void, enveloping even more light in the tiny cell, growing immensely longer and more beautiful as it dropped to the floor around her. Her skin became porcelain, snow-white; luminescent even to the stark light that existed still within the cell. The radiating aura of darkness about her began to deepen into some sort of un-light, as if she were situated within the roiling energies of the void. Her features became so beautiful that she would break the heart of anything that laid eyes upon her instantly, be it man or demon. She felt so full, so complete. Her urge for sexual siphoning was finally sated, and her body began to take on the urge of a completely different type. Instead of the urge for taking, she now began to feel the pulling instincts of giving within her. Finally, it had begun! This was her favorite part! Sliding backward off of the penis and body of the jailer (which was no easy feat due to her cumbersome, enormous breasts), she dragged herself to a corner of the cell, pulling her engorged breasts behind her.. The brimming energies within her gave her the strength to pull herself, but she knew she must find a comfortable position with which to experience and savor what was about to transpire. She placed her back against the corner of the wall and leaned backward, using her hands to shove the huge mounds of her breasts to either side of her legs, which she opened to the center of the room. She began to pant and breathe with increased rapidity, and looking downward she saw that her belly had begun to expand. Her womb was filling with her infernal children! A sensation in her breasts also piped in, and she glanced at them quickly. They had begun to grow once again for a third and final time, and she could feel the flood of milk building within them, causing her nagging discomfort and pain as they caused her breasts to swell and engorge. Her nipples lengthened to about the size of her index fingers, and took on a reddened hue which contrasted harshly against the pure white of the flesh of her breasts. Using her hands, she grunted and pulled upon the tops of her breasts to allow the gargantuan nipples to stick out freely in to the air. Finally, the growth of her breasts stopped, yet the engorging did not. She felt her warm, sticky milk begin to once again emit from her nipples in tiny streams that cascaded into widening pools beside her legs. The sensation caused her to shudder with delight, as it seemed no amount of milk spewing from her would cause the pressure within her breasts to subside. She leaned her head back against the wall, peering upwards at the ceiling, feeling her grotesque body once again give in to its urges as she braced herself for the ride. Her panting and gasping finally reached a crescendo, and her belly began to distend onto the floor between her massive thighs. She leaned further down to her back, feeling the waves of milk within her breasts cause them to roll back and forth as she did so. Her vagina now had an opening, and she finally felt her first contraction rock through her body. "Uggghh!", she cried, relishing in the pain. She put her hand on her breast and grasped for her unreachable nipple in vain, desperate to play with herself. She settled for massaging the immense breast, feeling her flesh roll through her fingers. She gripped it and pushed, and a warm spout of milk shot as if through a hose from her sensitive nipple. "Ohhh!", she called. So much pain, she thought. So much pleasure! Soon it will be mine! She took her other hand and reached down to her now immense belly, feeling the younglings tumbling within her. "Oh, yes, my pretties! Now is the time! Come forth and bring misery to the world!" She always loved to say that to her babies before they were born; she believed it gave them unholy strength. A second contraction, more powerful this time, rocked through her. She now put both hands on her colossal tummy, enjoying the pain. She called out again and again as more and more contractions bounded throughout her body. Her cries echoed down the hallway of the vast prison, and some of the infernal inmates bashed against the bars in order to try and see what was happening. Nothing, they knew, tasted more wonderful than a freshly spawned demon-child, yet the bars held them in place. Nothing is safer nor more poetic, she thought, than spawning my children in this prison. They'll be safe long enough to find prey of their own. The pulses quaked through her body more and more, and each time she hissed or yelped or gasped, or called out in pain. When a contraction hit her, her breasts undulated with the pulse, causing milk to jettison from her nipples in flowing spurts. Pools of milk were now beginning to accumulate next to her, and the rivulets from the pools were flowing like streams into cracks in the walls and floor. Some of the milk coalesced around her butt, and she was literally sitting in her own milk, feeling the vile liquid pool and wash the floor around her, yet she did not care. All she cared about was the next contraction, the next pulse. They filled her with such wondrous pain, and she delighted in the urgency and roughness with which the contractions rocked through her body. She now appeared grotesquely and immensely pregnant, her huge belly filling the space between her thighs, and it quaked whenever a contraction shook her. Her womb rolled and churned as her children struggled within, and the discomfort was excruciatingly wonderful. She continued to massage and knead her massive belly, looking down at it in loving tenderness until a contraction shook here, where she then threw her head back and yelped in helpless pain. Her belly button protruded from the middle of her stomach, and she finally began to look as though she might burst if she filled with any more of her children. Finally, the time had come. She sighed heavily, resting her hands upon her gigantic stomach, and placed her head into the nook of the corner of the walls behind her. Her long, midnight hair rolled down her shoulder next to one of her massive breasts, coiling onto the floor in a heap next to her. She thought briefly of the demonic jailer laying helpless on the floor a few feet from where she lay. Poor fool, was all she could think before her spawning finally, after long last, began. A powerful contraction, the most potent one yet, gripped her like an iron vice. It quaked up from her belly into her throat, causing her to call out helplessly to the ceiling above her before rolling back down the length of her body, all the way to her extended nipples, which jettisoned even more milk in response. Her mouth contorted in the wondrous pain, and she gave herself over to the overwhelming desire to heave her monstrous womb with all of her might. She pushed and pushed, her belly quaking uncontrollably, one hand reaching up to her mouth to stifle her birthing screams. "Mmmmph, mmmmm!" she cried in exquisite agony as her vagina began to part. Gradually, a large, fleshy lump was forced out of her vagina, sent skidding away on a trail of spurting afterbirth from her innards. She panted and panted, feeling slight relief (somewhat to her dismay) as the first of her children slid from her. Already the swelling in her belly began to subside, and she no longer felt quite like bursting at the seams. Quickly, however, another horrible contraction sped through her, and once again she moaned and forced out another fleshy packet which slid out of her on the slimy afterbirth to meet the first child. In the moment between this birthing and the next, she glanced down to see the flesh packets struggling and tumbling on the stone floor beneath them. Then, the first packet tore asunder, and out from it clawed a horrible young demon, fully clawed and fanged, with long, pointed ears. It stood up precariously, glancing around quickly to be sure the coast was clear. How strong and disgusting my children always are, thought the succubus, staring lovingly and encouragingly at the young demon. After the spawnling had finishing checking for danger, it quickly espied its mother in the corner, heaving with contractions as she stared at it. It also noticed the enormous breasts plopped onto the ground on either side of her, emitting their steady streams of unholy, foul-smelling milk. Instinctively, the young demon obeyed the ravenous hunger in its belly and leaped upon one of the giant breasts, clinging desperately to it with its tiny clawed fingers, enveloping as much of the nipple into its maw as it could. It sucked and pulled on the teat, gulping down her potent milk as quickly as it could. The succubus saw the tiny monster leap at her engorged breast, felt it latch onto her nipple and begin sucking on her roughly. "Yes, child, drink as much as you can! Mother has plenty for you!", she called to the small demon, which paid her no mind. Soon, as the demon-child fed itself on her breast, another contraction ripped through her, and she tossed her head back once more. "Ohhhhhh!", she yelped long and loudly as yet another flesh packet was evicted from her innards. She now had three children in this spawning so far, yet she knew that her body was far from done. The jailer had given her plenty of seed, and she was just getting started. She would fill this cell with her litter until they cascaded out into the hallway to escape into the rest of the burning hells. The second child had freed itself from the flesh packet and had similarly latched itself onto her other breast, just as the first had. Contractions continued to roll throughout her body, and every time one did, more breast milk shot from her nipples directly into the mouths of her feeding children. More and more children shot out of her onto the floor, only to rip open their flesh packets and tentatively look around. Before long, the contractions began to meld, and the succubus barely had time to breathe as unending agony tore through her. Her children seemed to pour out of her without end, and she gasped and panted as much as she could to catch her breath before even more slid out of her immense womb. Before long she lost count of them, as she always did. The little beasts would scramble to her massive breasts, latch onto her nipples, suck as much of her milk as they could out of her, and then dawdle off sleepily, curling up into little balls to doze. Every so often a pair would fight over one of her teats, and the clawing, pinching, and biting that happened to her nipples from their fights was enough to send her to near sexual climax alongside the contractions from her belly. The milk seemed to never end, and the engorged feeling in her breasts seemed only to subside a little as her children fed from her. Bred in the Pit Once, she reached forward and compressed as much of a breast with her hands as she could, and the torrent of milk that shot from her proved sufficient to dislodge the young demon with a spurt. She smiled and laughed silently to herself, yet before she could relish the cruelty long another of her unholy young bounded up onto her nipple and bit into it to steady itself on her colossal bosom. "Ohhh, yes...", she called softly, another contraction matching the pain, sending coursing waves of pleasure through her as another child dislodged herself from her vagina. Before long, the succubus became weary. Her body did not show any signs of stopping, and her children fed ceaselessly from her. She had once again fulfilled her purpose, and she began to drift off to sleep to the slick sounds of her children scrambling from their flesh pouches and feeding from her immense breasts. Her body now took control of the spawning itself, pushing her children from her with instinctive thrusts. Her last thought as she drifted off to slumber was of the jailer and his folly, and at his impending fate. Lord Marganoth would be furiously upset with him; her litter of demons would run wild and free through this prison, causing untold havoc and mayhem to the demon lord and his designs. Just what he deserves for unfairly imprisoning me, she thought before sleep took her. I always win.