Call of the Incubus 4: Overdoing It
Call of the Incubus 4: Overdoing It
By Rowyin Darkwulf
Disclaimer: Aside from the usual "No looking at this if you're under 18" mantra, this story is much darker than my usual stories. Be forewarned that it may go places that some might not like.
The sound of rock music echoed down the street for a good couple of blocks, a group of smokers hanging outside in the street lights conversing amongst each other. The place was a popular bar, a great place for young twenty-something's to go and get drunk for cheap. A tall black feline squeezed his way through the packed bar, bottle of beer in one hand, the other guiding his way through the crowd. His eyes wandered over the many young females inside the bar, examining their attributes as he passed by. None truly sparked his interest as he waded through the group on his way to the bar, until he noticed the one leaning against the bar itself, and then his eyes locked on her like those of a hawk on a mouse.
Her golden, black spotted pelt set her apart from most of the other plainly patterned felines in the bar, a cheetah female of pleasant build. She was an exotic piece of eye candy, barring most of her fur due to a tight tube top that clung to her ample breasts, and the pair of short shorts that revealed more of her abundant ass than it covered. Her hips had a delicious flare to them, and as she turned towards him it was almost literally written on her what type of girl she was: embroidered upon the front of her revealing tube top was ‘Dog's Game', a clear play on words, but a good indicator on why she was hanging around the bar. If that wasn't the only thing, two easy-to-spot bulges were very apparent through the thin top, a pair of rings visible clear as day. Something about him apparently caught her eye as well, a small smirk crossing her lips as she watched the tall male feline. He caught her appraising gaze, and the slow lip lick that followed, showing her approval of the approaching male.
He wasted no time once arriving at the bar, the cheetah turning to face over the bar with him as they began small talk over a few drinks. The black feline began to feel after a short while that this was his girl for the night, yet after a few shots of something the cheetah called ‘tequila', he was beginning to feel...odd. He had imbibed human alcohols before, but nothing like this had made him feel as loose as he was now. The drink didn't affect his charisma much, so it didn't take too long for him to ask her the question she had been hoping to hear: whether the offer so deliberately displayed upon her top was open for any male or just specific ones. Her answer, much to his delight, was the former, and after a few more drinks the two were outside of the bar, hailing a cab in order to head to her place. His eyes, the whole time, were plastered upon her delightfully curved body as they awaited the taxi.
During the ride to her place he fought to keep his hands to himself...the cheetah was a succulent specimen, the scent of her eagerness easy to pick up for his sensitive nose. They hardly waited when they arrived at her place, quickly paying the cabby and heading up to her flat. The moment the door shut, the cheetah's shorts and tube top were lying on the floor, her tail lashing back and forth as she sashayed towards her bedroom, the male eagerly following after her. She was kneeling upon her large bed by the time he entered, a hand at her breast, tugging on one of her nipple rings as the other stroked between her legs. The male grinned to her, dropping his own clothing at the door and without hesitation was upon the bed with her.
They wasted no time with foreplay, the cheetah dragging the male down atop her, her hands wrapping around his thick shaft to guide it to her wet and waiting nethers. With a grunt from him and a moan from her, he thrust himself into her, their hips colliding together. Her legs were quick to wrap around his waist, heels pressing against his rump, pulling him towards her each time he pulled back, taking him deep. She bit her lip, his shaft filling her up full as he pressed it in and out of her, her lower lips clinging tightly to his shaft. Her hands clawed at his back as he began to pummel her, wet ‘slorps' echoing through the room as her juices leaked down upon the bed. The feline could feel himself loosen his control, the mixture of the liquor and the cheetah's sheer eagerness fogging his mind. He let out a growl, fingers gripping the bed as he pounded the cheetah below him.
The cheetah yowled out her first orgasm, her muscles clamping down upon the pounding shaft inside her, a fresh gush of her cum coating their privates as the male continued to pump into her. The urge to breed this fertile female and the effects of the tequila drove the male harder against her, the calculated control he had so carefully regulated finally slipping, his visage slowly changing to reflect his true demonic self. His black fur slowly shifted in color, his true blood red coat matting to his body as he pounded the cheetah. The feline facial features began to elongate, becoming more canid, his tail shortening and fluffing out as it rocked with his thrusts. His hands slid under her back, the sharp talon-like claws slightly digging into her flesh as they rutted with abandon. A pair of bat-like wings extended from his shoulders, unfurling and stretching above the rutting pair.
The cheetah was oblivious to the changes to her partner, already cast under the demon's spell as she drove herself up against him, loosing another cry as she hit a second orgasm. Her muscles clamped up on the shaft spearing them, her body bucking against the demonic wolf, whose muzzle lowered to her pierced left nipple, nipping upon the flesh and tugging the ring with his teeth. The pair separated for a second, the cheetah soon on her hands and knees, rump raised high into the air as the wolf demon pressed his heated shaft back into her drooling cunny, his claws gripping her plump rear as he pulled her back upon his shaft. The burning need to breed the fertile cheetah consumed the demon's mind, his claws digging deeper into the cheetah's rump. The demon's shaft dug deeper into the cheetah's cunt, battering up against her inner gates. He was quickly building to a colossal peak, his muscles bunching and heavy balls tightening. He settled his weight over her back, claws tearing holes in the sheets as he pounded her like an animal.
His fangs dug into the flesh at the back of her neck in a mating bite, his orgasm washing over him like a tidal wave, a torrent of his hot seed spurting up into the cheetah. She gave a loud yowl, an orgasm eclipsing any she had ever experienced seizing her body, muscles clamping tight upon his huge shaft. With the tip of his shaft wedged up against the end of her cunny, his seed had nowhere to go but further into her, gouts of his potent seed invading her womb. His orgasm didn't stop him from the mating haze he was in, and as the flow of his cum waned, his thrusts picked up once more. The cheetah's senses were overloaded...she was nearly rendered unconscious by her last orgasm. Her whole body tingled, but a certain concentration of tingles began to build up around her stomach.
The tingling quickly grew in magnitude, but neither party seemed to notice as the cheetah's tight stomach slowly pushed out into what appeared to be a potbelly. Her belly, though, did not stop there, slowly pushing its way out from her body, rounding out her midsection as it achieved a state where one would say she was halfway through a pregnancy. Her belly was not alone in growth either. Her breasts, which had been quite ample enough in size, began to get into the act as well, hanging more off her torso and swinging with the demon's thrusts. This all added to the many pleasurable sensations flooding the cheetah's mind, masking the truth of what was coming with the urge for more.
The poor girl was oblivious to her growing body parts, her ass slapping back against the demon's thrusts. She was putting on weight aside from her belly and breasts, thighs fleshing out, ass taking on an extended layer of fat, much of it considered ‘baby weight'. Her belly, on the other hand, was looking as if she was ready to have a single kitten yet was still growing, the weighty orb hanging low underneath her, the top rubbing against the soiled sheets of the bed. With her upper body lowered to the bed, her growing breasts mashed into the sheets beneath her, slowly pushing up her torso as they continued to grow.
The demon above her released her neck from his bite, shooting upright and tossing his head back as he released a roar of a howl, sending a second blast of his seed up into her growing midsection. The cheetah hit another massive orgasm, the speed of her growth doubling with the fresh influx of tainted seed. The wolf demon's breeding high waned as he emptied his load into the bloating cheetah, pulling his spent shaft from her sodden crotch. He fumbled backwards, stepping onto the floor and shaking his clearing head. Once able to focus, his eyes turned to the cheetah as she moaned upon the bed, the girl no longer sitting on all fours. She had rolled over onto her back, massive belly jutting up into the air as she writhed and it grew. She looked large enough to easily carry a litter of four, with room to spare, belly bulging larger and larger in quick spurts.
The wolf demon watched along as she grew. There was no magiks he cold work on her to save her from her coming fate...she was too far gone for anything to halt the growth of his progeny. Still, he did not seem concerned for her at all, simply raising an eyebrow in mild surprise that his control had slipped.
The cheetah arched her back as best she could, her tremendous tummy jutting upwards, another growth surge pressing her stomach out large enough for her to hide a full-grown adult inside. Her mind had twisted, the pain of her stretching belly sending a distorted sense of pleasure to her brain even as the skin over her abdomen stretched tighter and tighter with each successive spurt of growth. Her hands caressed what she could reach of her milk-laden breasts and tightly stretching belly.
The cheetah's hide was beginning to show its limits as soft creaking sounds emanated from her belly, the growth slowing as her body reached its limit. Her belly was a grand sphere, almost 7 feet across, jutting up into the air as the girl under it writhed in pained pleasure. Their progeny were already active, bumps denting out the surface of her pressured belly, obviously ready to shed themselves of their mother. The poor cheetah gave out a great cry of mixed anguish and ecstasy, her back amazingly lifting her giant belly as it arched in one final, massive orgasm. She quickly went silent as a lout, wet "POP" echoed throughout the room.
The demon watched the two creatures as they stepped down from the bed, cleaning the remains of their mother from their powerful frames as they came to stand in front of him. They were a mass of muscles, a mix of scales and matted fur covering their thick hide. They had a long, thin muzzle, a pair of vicious fangs jutting from their thin lips. A crown of sharp horns adorned their heads, the line of spines snaking back down their vertebrae, becoming smaller as it made its way to their tails. Their large paws were equipped with jagged claws, all coming together to make two very vicious-looking predators in stark contrast to their demonic but seductive father.
The wolf demon seemed surprised, yet pleased as he circled the two half-demons. He met their eyes with his as he completed his circle, the yellow orbs containing a sense of loyalty, yet showing a predatory cunning he had not seen in other demons of this caliber. He looked over to the deceased cheetah, a cruel smile crossing his lips as an idea formed in his head. He extended his hand over her body, a red light illuminating the room as he poured energy into the girl's mangled body.
The cheetah suddenly gasped, eyes shooting open as she looked frantically around the dark room. The last thing she remembered was the feeling of being ripped apart before succumbing to the cold embrace of death...but then there she was. Her eyes fell upon the red-furred wolf demon standing next to her. She looked down to her body, which had mostly returned to normal, save for a pair of much larger breasts and a single long scar bisecting her abdomen vertically. She slowly pulled herself upright, sitting on her knees on the bed as she looked over the demon in front of her.
"What is your name, girl?" he finally spoke to her in his deep voice.
She hesitantly looked up to meet his red eyes, feeling more submissive than she had ever been before. "My name is Jezebelle."
"Well, Jezebelle...I have brought you back from the abyss...I have found some use for you," he said, lowering a clawed hand to her stomach. She felt another tingling sensation as ring of archaic symbols blazed to life, etching itself upon her stomach. The glow died down, yet the markings remained on her belly in red. She looked down to the markings, then back up to the wolf demon.
"You are mine now...mine to fuck, mine to breed. I will give you pleasures you cold never imagine. You will play host to my seed. You will swell as my progeny grows inside you. You will come to enjoy filing with my children. And as you reach your limit, you will attain a sense of pleasure no mortal can ever provide to you...and you will birth my children, just as you birthed the twins. You will perish, only to be revived again as you were...and then you will do it again. Do you understand me?" he continued, slowly tracing his claw up along the scar parting her belly, over her sternum and up to her chin, taking it into his hand. She looked away from his eyes as he spoke, but as he held her chin their eyes met again.
"I am yours, my lord Dirihannon." she replied, her voice taking on a husky, lusty tone.
The end...