Daughters of Asmodia

Warning: This is a story that may not be to the tastes of many readers. It includes heavy themes of ****, mindbreaking, sex slavery, breeding, ****, futa superiority, female objectification, monsters, general porn logic, and main characters with distinctly inhuman mindsets who see all these things as good, all in a world occupied entirely by women save a small number of futas.

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Everyone on the planet knew about Asmodia, knew her story. Asmodia was the seven hundred fiftieth sister of three thousand, but only the second to be a succubus like her mother. Creatures born of primordial lust, perfect in every way, optimized to conquer worlds of women and turn them into mindbroken breeding slaves. Succubi were incredibly sensitive despite their stamina, and felt pleasure much more acutely than anybody, save those they had broken in with their abilities. They came into a world, took it over, and indulged their endless desires, and any daughters who carried their demonic lineage on would one day find worlds of their own to conquer and continue the cycle, while those who were ordinary women became slaves to their mother and demonic sisters. It was the way things were supposed to be, and nothing could stop it.

Asmodia had left her mother’s world early, the two had never quite gotten along, and brought this world to heel, its old name long forgotten. It was now her world and needed no identification beyond that. There continued to be some resistance, but it was no match for the power of a goddess-queen like Asmodia. She had brought this world’s women a chance to fulfil their true purpose. More than that she’d brought them immortality and eternal beauty and fertility through her magic, and pleasure beyond anything else in the cosmos through her body’s natural abilities. She was rightfully worshipped, as her children would be one day.

At the heart of the largest and most beautiful city on the planet was a massive palace. It was the center of government, worship, and just about everything else, it was where Asmodia and her daughters lived. Today the palace was even more lively than usual. Though the queen had hundreds of daughters with more being born every year, only three so far had been born as succubi- Elizabeth, Amber, and Lily. The eldest, Elizabeth, had just returned from her first expedition into a new world she planned to conquer, and her family, already gathered to celebrate the slightly delayed coming-of-age ceremony for Lily, had decided to begin the festivities a day early in honor of Elizabeth’s accomplishment.

Elizabeth lounged on a long pillow-covered couch in an open-air living area surrounded by gardens, wearing nothing but a pair of leggings. Of the three succubi, Elizabeth resembled their mother the most- taller by far than any human, with pale skin, soft facial features, and snow-white hair. She had defined hard-looking muscles, but these were contrasted with the softness of her plump thighs and a pair of breasts each nearly as large as her head. The cock jutting from between those thighs was the smallest of her sisters, but by any reasonable metric her multi-foot-length was absolutely titanic, and Elizabeth was by far the girthiest. As usual, Elizabeth was incredibly hard. Once they reached maturity, succubi never really stopped being aroused. They were beings of sex- it wasn’t like they never thought about anything else, but sex was their favorite activity, their way of exerting their power, and their greatest tool for conquest. They needed it for everything, it was like breathing for them.

Elizabeth stretched her neck from side to side. Around the edges of the garden’s central sitting area were two dozen naked women, and on the other couch across from Elizabeth was her sister Amber. Half the women around them were from the captives Elizabeth had brought back from her expedition, blushing, crying, and trying not to look at the two succubi, while the other half were trusted women who had long ago been broken and dedicated their existence to serving demonic perfection. Elizabeth wordlessly gestured at one of the women, who began pushing the captive next to her, a blue-skinned woman covered in glistening slime like an amphibian, forwards.

“Is something wrong Amber?” Elizabeth asked. “Usually you’re the talkative one, but you’ve been very quiet since I returned”.

Amber smiled at Elizabeth. Amber was slightly taller, much more muscular with angular features, and her hair and eyes were both a shiny almost iridescent black. She made no effort to disguise her leering at the captive being brought towards Elizabeth, licking her lips as the girl whimpered, her massive soft ass jiggling with every step. “I hope I haven’t been ruining the festivities, I’ve just been worried about Lily”.

Elizabeth furrowed her brow. The youngest succubus in the Family, Lily, had only become an adult fairly recently, but a bomb threat from the resistance to their mother’s rule **** them to delay the usual coming-of-age celebration. She knew that Amber had been upset by that, more upset than Lily herself. Amber adored her sisters, and had always talked about how she hoped they would stay close even once they went out to their respective worlds to conquer, how she didn’t want to be like their mother and her siblings. “What’s the problem with Lily?”

“I know she’s always been a bit shy, but I’ve barely seen her around lately, even with the celebrations. She looks almost sick when I do see her, I’m worried she might not be indulging herself enough”.

“You think she’s not having enough sex?” Elizabeth said, clearly quite concerned.

“I do. Remember how we were at her age? Fuck, those were good times, we made mom so proud. You were like a raging bull; every member of the staff had been knocked up by you at least three times and you turned every member of an underground group of virgin priestesses we uncovered into your rapetoys.”

Elizabeth grabbed onto the arms of the slick-skinned captive, who was quivering with fear as she listened to the conversation. “At her age? Are you suggesting that I’ve lost my touch? I remember though, our human sisters are such good sluts, but you were so intense you frightened some of them, Sapphire was so nervous around you after the time you pinned her down and pounded her throat for a day straight… of course that just egged you on”.

“It’s not my fault that nervous girls are so cute. Plus, Sapphire thanked me for making her a shameless little addict so many times. My point here is that I can barely imagine how pent-up Lily must feel without all that. Besides, she’ll be a conquering goddess queen someday too, I want her to be ready for that”.

Elizabeth thought for a moment as she dragged the squealing blue girl onto the couch, forcing her on her hands and knees and giving her a slap, watching her enormous ass wobble like jelly. “Don’t worry Amber, I’ve got an idea. Tomorrow is Lily’s big day, we just need to ensure she gets so much love, attention, and treats she just can’t resist, that she learns to be a little more comfortable with her power. I know she wants to be breaking minds and filling wombs with us, we just need to give her a push… But for now, feel free to help yourself to one of my new toys, Amber. You look like you could use some stress relief. These blue ones, they call themselves Aliiri I think? They’re so fun to just grab, it’s like they’re always soaked, and you can just…”

She wrenched her new toy’s plump ass cheeks apart, ramming the entire monumental length of her fat demonic cock into the girl’s asshole. “...slide right in” the end of Elizabeth’s sentence was interrupted by a melodious moan as her incredibly sensitive length was engulfed in tight warmth. Her captive was moaning too; sex with a succubus, even if unwanted, was the most pleasurable experience any thinking being could ever experience. Elizabeth’s cock was built to hit every sensitive spot, and the lustful magic she exuded would sensitize everything a millionfold over time. The pleasure would strip the girl’s inhibitions away and replace them with an unwavering adoration for demonkind. But that would all come later, at the moment neither participant was thinking about anything but the brutal, orgasmic, sloppy rutting they both needed.