Your son reminds you of your place

The demon blinks, struggling to reestablish his intellect through his lust, then his eyes narrow and he growls. Seizing your head in his talon-like claws, he aligns his enormous cock with your surprised lips and thrusts inside. His hands push hard on the back of your head, denying any resistance, and his meat fills your mouth instantly, stretching your jaw open wide, "You overstep your place, ****. I thought I was very clear before: I command, you obey. But you obviously didn't understand as clearly as I hoped so let me reiterate: You live to serve ME." With irresistible strength he forces his rod into your throat, his iron-like length making you bend over as it plows down your esophagus. You ****, hands pushing futilely against his hips as you are split open by the monster, "Cease your struggles woman, you don't need air in a dream."

Oh. Right. The realization calms you somewhat but the sheer size of the member in your throat reflexively makes you struggle to remove it. Your Master does not take it well, "You insolent bitch! I'll just make you submit!" With a thrust of his hips he pushes himself the rest of the way down your throat, seeming to bottom out somewhere in your stomach but you can't be sure how much is amplified by the dream. Your lips press against his base, tongue inadvertently licking his balls as he waits for what feels like an eternity for your struggles to die down. So... Big... It feels like a secondary spine was just added to your neck, completely denying all your brains commands to your body. Its heat burns in your neck, seeming to radiate submission and devotion. Regardless of the reality, you imagine drops of your Masters pre oozing directly into your belly, pure demon corruption injected in your core to destroy the last of your will. Your eyes roll back in your head as you realize: This was a dream, your imagination was reality.

Your resistance slowly fades to the occasional twitch and your hands relax against his hips, "Good, very good Mother. I knew you'd see it my way." Your eyes flutter open and behold your master in all his glory, black horns stretching to the ceiling, shoulders broader than a horse and twice as muscular, staring down at you with pride and love. Or maybe it was lust. You didn't really remember the difference. "Now then. We are going to finish this on my terms. As it should be." You try to nod but can barely move your body, you swallow repeatedly instead. "Mm... good girl."