The Grim Reaper's Mate

Chapter 25

A slight tearing sound was heard. Pain tore through her. Cinder expected it to drown out the pleasure. It did not. The pain was utterly eclipsed to the point where it was non-existent as euphoria flooded her mind.

"This was be what heaven feels like." That single thought appeared in her head as everything turned white, a powerful climax ripped through Cinder. Her body convulsed from the pleasure, like she was having a seizure, but intruder didn't stop.

When she came down from her high Cinder felt a new sensation, like something inside her was being wrongfully violated. It only made her feel even better. Still, it was a cause for concern.

Seeing her c*m turn pinkish, and then red, made her realize what it was. The intruder had torn her cervix open and was now raping her womb! The panic in her head left as quickly as it entered as the glans of the beast tearing her up brushed her ruined cervix, making an orgasm tear through her again.

This continued on for three more minutes, but Cinder felt like it was an eternity. Was this all she was meant to do? Be a c**k warmer for some other demon? Fear entered her head again as the nth orgasm ripped through her. An eternity in this mix of pleasure and pain was as much of a punishment as it was a gift, and while it did feel good Cinder found it in herself to resist. She wanted more than this in her life.

Tomayr felt scratching on his skin. The Magma Hellion was clawing at his hands and stomach, desperately trying to let him let go of her. In response, his black, sharpened nails dig into her waist to tighten his hold.

A fresh cervix around his shaft was always a pleasurable thing. It was like having a small hand hold his d**k while he invaded the womb. The womb itself was also a pleasurable thing, if only for the psychological aspect of it. f*****g a womb was a lot like f*****g a fleshy balloon, it didn't have the grip meant for f*****g, but it felt amazing to know that he was deep in her baby room. The owner panicking under him, despite his magic turning her pain into pleasure, wasn't nice though.

"Relax." Another orgasm arrived as his words reached her ears. The Magma Hellion's body immediately stopped struggling, her head flopping to the ground while her arms turned limp, despite the fear in her wide-open eyes. "It will be over soon, little lamb."

That comforted Cinder, if only by the tiniest bit. She was still afraid of this unknown demon's seed covering her insides.

He reached over to her head, holding her head upright by gripping her hair to watch him f**k her. His pumping got even faster as his balls tightened and his c**k grew in size, getting ready to bust its load.

The mind-blowing pleasure was at the back of Cinder's mind now, her panic taking full control of her. The time between the intruder's thrusts were getting shorter and shorter, the tip of his swollen member slamming into the back of her womb more often. She knew what was coming, having seen it happen to her sisters before.

She tried to move her hands and legs to fight back, or to at least crawl away, but her body remained still. It was too late anyways. The c**k inside her seemed to swell for the briefest of seconds, and then it started to pulse. Another orgasm pulsed in her head at the same time, but if Magma Hellions had tear ducts, she would've wept as an intense heat filled her insides.

Cinder could only watch as the intruder pumped more and more of his seed into her, the image of insect-like demonoid babies bursting out of her stomach floated in her head. Micro-orgasms pushed its way into her consciousness as the heat of the semen filled her up, making the fear dissipate for the moment.

Tomayr let out a low moan as relief finally washed over his aching balls. The semen they held for so long was finally being drained, the Magma Hellion's once flat belly bulging out even more as his c**k spewed its white milk. A slight pleasure danced through his mind as he watched his prey's stomach inflate a little more with each spurt.

Every time the flow seemed to ebb, he only need to move his hips a before he was cumming full force again. Normally, an Incubus need only c*m just enough to pack their prey's belly with seed and then some, because the Season of Sun made their balls refill quick, but Tomayr didn't want to risk his groin exploding later with how swollen his nuts were. He had to let all of his saved up c*m out now.

More and more c*m poured out, and her womb greedily hording the liquid until it strained to contain the amount. The Incubus kept pumping his seed into the Magma Hellion until her stomach grew fat with c*m. Her brown, fit belly, already distended from the c**k in her babyroom, swelled until she looked a month shy of her third trimester.

Cinder scrambled away as best as she could when the intruder pulled out of her, finally finished with his insemination. She stood up, wobbling on her weak legs and balancing herself on a nearby boulder. There was some hope of not getting pregnant. Sometimes if a Magma Hellion was quick enough, they could push out the c*m before their eggs were fertilized. It wasn't a special trait of their kind. Most of Hell's denizens could do something similar; it was a rape or be raped world after all, and somewhere down the line most demons developed ways of selecting who's kid they got.

Of course, the chances of it succeeding were less than 20 percent, but she could only hope on this. Cinder spread her legs apart and her body clenched, trying to force the seed out.

However, no matter how hard she tried, no c*m would seep out. She started pressing on the swollen dome that was her stomach, yet there was still no sign of the ivory liquid that she feared.

"Don't you know Incubus c*m, during the Season of Sun at least, only removes itself from a womb if the woman can't be impregnated?" The intruder chortled finding the sight funny.

His words froze Cinder's attempts, her knees weak from his words. An Incubus was a legendary figure to those on the 1st level. That particular race belong deeper in Hell, being most common on the 6th level. A 1st level demon meeting a 6th level one was rare, even in the infinite expanse that was the demon world. Even if she was the strongest 1st level demon, there was no way she would've fought him off.

Tomayr watched the Magma Hellion face crumble in despair.

"Then- then-!"

"If you don't want the stomach, I can get rid of it." Tomayr offered, a wolfish grin on his devilishly handsome face. "But... Don't you want my gift?"

The Magma Hellion started shaking. To refuse a gift from a higher level demon usually meant death. A few tense seconds passed. Tomayr expected the once-prey to quietly accept his little 'gift' and slink away, but his expectations were once again denied.

"I..." The once-prey shook her head. "...don't want it."

He started to laugh. This Magma Hellion was pretty unique for a small fry.

Cinder watched the Incubus laugh, legs tensed and ready to bolt in case he came after her for rejecting his 'gift'. It was far better to be pregnant than to die after all, especially because she now knew the intruder's children wouldn't burst out of her body.

"Alright. I'll get rid of your swollen belly for you" He gestured for her to come to him. "You might not be getting pregnant then."

Demons were bound by certain rules. One of them forced all demons to only speak the truth. This had a lot of interesting loopholes though, so a demon's words were treated with a grain of salt. Tomayr still half-expected the little Magma Hellion to bolt but-

Warily, she walked towards him. Her lower half might have already recovered thanks to the Season of Sun, but her stomach gave her extra weight. Her first few steps were clumsy as she had to adjust to her new center of gravity. He smiled when she stood still in front of him, her yellow cat-like eyes trained on his body and her bat-like ears nervously twitching.

Tomayr was astounded by this Magma Hellion. He wasn't sure if she was stupid, or brave, or both.

"What's your name, little lamb?" He watched the Magma Hellion bit her lip. To tell your name to another demon usually meant servitude, the one knowing your name being able to find you and summon you any time they so wished, but Cinder had no choice. Better servitude than pregnancy.

With great reluctance, "C-Cinder. I am called Cinder."

"Cinder." It was her true name alright, simple and based off herself. Tomayr could taste her soul in his mouth when he spoke it. "Do you really want me to remove my gift from inside you?"

"Ye-yes. I don't want to bear offspring."

"May I ask, why?"

"I'm- I'm only a decade younger than a century." Cinder quietly revealed, her ears drooping. "This was my first time mating, and a Magma Hellion's breeding season isn't until after the Season of Sun."

That answer was stunning. It was a boost to the ego. Laying with someone that young, and it being their first time, despite being 6669 years old himself, was a delight to Tomayr.

"Then hold still." He pressed his large hand to her round stomach, feeling the heat of his seed from under her skin. Cinder nearly jumped back, only stopping because the act didn't seem near fast enough to kill her. It pained Tomayr greatly to do this, but even he had to admit that expecting a lone Magma Hellion, one without a pack, not even a century old to survive with a swollen belly full of seed waiting for her fertile time to come was harsh.

Cinder felt a pain in her midsection. It wasn't really a pain, but more of a slight discomfort as something drained from her. She felt the energy being drained swirl in her belly, but could only attribute it to whatever the Incubus was doing to her.

Bolts of pleasure traveled from her womb and into her spine as the energy condensed. Something popped in her head and an orgasm washed over her. Cinder stumbled away from the Incubus' hand, semen already pouring out from her slit. She took two steps before keeling over, belly first. A jet of c*m poured out as the pressure on her stomach increased from pressing on the ground.

Tomayr watched his seed spill out of its container. It was such a waste. There were a lot of way to get rid of her stomach. One of them was death.

He watched the prone girl, c**k hardening at the sight of her brown body as his balls filled back up once more. While they anywhere near as swollen as before, it was still a discomforting reminder of what might happen lest he be lazy again. He walked over to Cinder, pressing his large cockhead against her slit before spearing into her.

Cinder woke up to the familiar feeling of her inside being rearranged.

"Nooo..." She whined, claws gouging into the rock to try to crawl away from the Incubus on top of her. "I don't want your offspring!"

"It's a bit too late for that, Cinder." Tomayr told her, with a grin as he held her down. "I never agreed to take back my gift, but I did agree to removing your swollen belly. I sped up your breeding cycle, that way your belly goes away and you still keep my gift, my child."

The Magma Hellion stopped her struggling. She whimpered when she realized it was true. She could feel another soul growing in her already. There was no hope, being aborted was impossible for demon-kin.

"My seed can only get out if it can't fertilize you, and what better way for that to come true if you're already pregnant?" He let out a grunt. Her belly against the ground made her cunt tighter but also made it harder for him to fit. He would've loved to punch through her cervix again, but he couldn't do that now. "Now, do be a dear and help me c*m. You can't get pregnant anymore anyways."