You are fucked non-stop for days

After the hellhound finishes fucking you from behind, a shambling mass of tentacles presents itself in front of you. Before you even know what is happening, your arms and legs each are grabbed by a tentacle and you are hoisted into the air. You are held upright and your limbs spread as three tentacles shoot straight for your pussy, ass, and mouth. As these appendages stuff your holes as deep as they can go, two more wrap around your torso and outline each of your breasts, squeezing them slightly and making them stick out even more than their now permanent, almost unnatural perkiness. Three more, each with a suction cup on the end, clamp on your nipples and clit, directly attacking your most sensitive spots. The sudden pressure immediately brings you to climax as your suspended body writhes uncontrollably against your restraints. The focused stimulation brings you to several successive orgasms over the next several minutes, until you feel a now-familiar sensation of the tentacles stuffing your holes swelling in preparation of depositing their daemonic seed. You climax again as your womb, bowels, and stomach are flooded with sperm from another daemon. Your tattoo lights up yet again and several more runes sprawl out along the edges. The other tentacles holding you up and stimulating your other parts release their loads as well, covering you yet again in another layer of spunk.

Before the tentacles even put you back down on the floor, another group of imps is already circling around you for their turn. After that a massive pig-like daemon has its way with you. There is not a single moment for you to rest - as soon as one daemon or group of daemons finishes, another takes its turn. Soon, many are coming back for a second or even third round. That day alone you fuck Xallia five times.

All this fucking feeds your master well. By the time the day ends, you are visibly pregnant. By the next morning your breasts have swollen. At the end of the second day your belly looks at least 7 months pregnant and your nipples are perpetually leaking milk. Your tattoo has expanded as well, and by the end of the second day the daemonic runes have spread around your back and all the way up your pregnant belly. As your master grows inside you, it becomes more difficult to move between the various sexual positions that your rotation of partners want to put you in. Over the next several days your stomach keeps expanding to almost grotesque levels. At some point, your master commands, through you, for his lesser slaves to assist in moving you around when your belly becomes too cumbersome for you.

Partway through the fifth day of your nonstop fucking marathon, as you are on your back getting filled yet again by a hunter daemon, a voice fills your mind and pulls you out of your trance of endless pleasure. "It is time." Those three words are all that the lower daemons need to hear to empty the room. In the very next moment, your water breaks and you are filled with joy in the fact that you will very soon see your master in the flesh again. At this point your entire torso is covered with daemonic runes. The only exception is your breasts and pubic area, which are outlined with runes as if to draw extra focus to them. More runes run all the way up and down your back, from across your shoulders to your buttocks and down your thighs. Almost as if your master is forcing himself out into the mortal realm, all your daemonic runes begin flashing a deep crimson. You see a flash of gold chains as you are helped onto your hands and knees, letting your master's magic do its work on your body. Thanks to that magic, the birth is quick and painless, even a bit pleasurable. As soon as he is born, you turn around and lean against a pillar to rest and get a good view of your master again. He is not fully grown but his body is unmistakably the shape of your master, and his cock is as glorious as ever.