Imp breeder

Time passes, but you don’t know how much. You don’t even care. Not with Olivia and the imp around to satisfy you with all manner of perverse things.

Most of the time, it is just you three, finding pleasure wherever and whenever you can. Your mouths are always eager to serve his cock. Your pussies hungry for another deep deposit of his seed. When the imp is tired of the pleasure you give him, he amuses himself watching you with sister Olivia. Your bond is greater with Olivia than it ever was at the abbey. Your know her body completely and pleasure every inch of it with fingers and tongue. She returns the pleasure.

Sometimes, the imp loans you out to another daemon. There are stilt-legged daemons that hang you from the ceiling and **** you with tentacles, orgies with smelly ratches, swimming in a pit of steaming mud with a giant, horny salamander-thing, and even a marathon cocksucking session with a big-breasted she-daemon with a huge cock between her legs.

Since you are marked, the imp knows you will always be returned to him unharmed. You had always thought that daemons were lawless creatures of chaos, so it is quite a shock to see how they followed a rule like this.

You also come to realize that carrying imp spawn is a whole lot different from usual human reproduction. For starters, the imp gestation period appears to be much shorter. You are certain less than a month has passed since that fateful day, and yet, your belly has swollen to an obvious pregnancy. It isn't as bloated as the last stages of a human pregnancy, more like four months.

Secondly, imps seem to breed in litters. You can already feel them kicking and squirming in your womb. Based on those kicks, there are certainly more than three. Will you be having quadruplets? Quintuplets? If all goes well, you and Olivia will soon be giving birth.

When that happens, you hope your master will breed you all over again.