Alana checked the stars and moved more westerly. She knew from the map she'd peeled from the hide of a demon thrall that the temple entrance was near. Holding it up to the moonlight she could see the word to open the temple shining brightly.

A few hundred yards later she saw the door. If she didn't know it was there she would never have seen it in the rock face. Every demon temple entrance she'd found in the past was different. She felt the rush of satisfaction at finding yet another one. From the very slight vibration in the ground she knew there was a major demon in there.

"Jackpot!" she whispered as she drew out her silver dagger. The hilt was familiar and held six notches from previous kills. This one - the seventh one AND a major demon - would enchant the silver and make it even more effective. She was looking forward to that sensuous feel of hot blood on her hand as it coated the weapon.

Pressing her palm to the door she could feel the wards. The first time she tried this she didn't know what to do and she still bore the scar of the demon's mark on her palm. She'd had it blessed but it was a constant reminder to be careful.

The words to disarm them were on the map and once they were down she'd have very little time to find and kill the demon. He'd know when they dropped. Her best offense was his confusion and she knew he had a victim in there for her to rescue. It was too late to prevent the start of the breeding but she could stop it before it completed.

Taking a deep breath and one final look at the map she broke the wards and kicked in the door. She felt the brief disorientation of moving from the mortal world to the demon realm and stumbled while she recovered. Directly in front of her she saw the muscular body of the demon and the pale fragile human legs spread around it. She winced at what that poor woman was going through as her screams echoed off the walls. This wasn't the first time she was too late to stop a demon completely but it always pained her to see it.

The demon's back showed the scars of other attempts to kill it. She paused for a moment and wondered if she could succeed. She'd killed smaller ones, as the notches on her dagger showed, but this would be her first major kill. Her teachers had cautioned her about the old ones but the target was too tempting to resist. And she wanted that extra power the blood would give her weapon.

Holding her dagger low she rushed at the conveniently available back of the demon. She pictured the place she would hit and braced herself for the impact. When she got within arm's reach she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Too late for her to dodge his tail slammed into her and threw her into the side of the altar.

This was the closest Alana had ever been while a victim was being bred. The woman was held down by a collar chained to the stone and her hips were in the hands of the demon. Trails of blood from his claws were dark in the torchlight as they ran down her sides. She could see the shine of sweat on the woman as she was pulled back onto the demon over and over. It seemed impossible that she could take his monstrous cock without being split apart. Gnarled like a tree branch and almost as thick as her bicep it was driven into her faster and harder now. She couldn't help but stare as the outline of it was clearly visible through the woman's body when the demon thrust in and heard her screams mix with his growls when he was fully sheathed.

Getting to her knees Alana shook her head to clear it and looked for her dagger. It wasn't anywhere in sight. Reaching into the pouch on her belt she felt wetness rather than the comforting vials of holy water. She must have fallen on them and cursed the need for them to be in crystal rather than metal.

She summed up her odds of prevailing against a major demon with her weapons gone and came to the logical conclusion that she didn't have a chance. Saying a quiet prayer for forgiveness for leaving the woman there she rose to her feet, ready to run for the still open door.

Once again his tail swept out and knocked her to the ground. Before she could move it was wrapped around her ankle and pulling her in. She clawed at the stone floor, trying to get a handhold, only to end up with broken nails and bleeding fingers. When she was close enough to see the demon's hooves he pulled sharply and slammed her into the base of the altar, stunning her.

His roar mixed with the woman's piercing shriek and shook dust from the ceiling as he flooded her with his seed. Alana covered her ears at the sounds of failure and thought only of escape now. What made it worse is that the woman was shrieking in abject pleasure and submission as she was successfully bred.

Before she could move the demon picked her up by her ankle, dangling her next to the unfortunate woman. Alana could see the dark seed literally bulging out her abdomen and chest with every thrust and pooling between her thighs. It was horrifying and compelling. The altar wasn't flat - it was dished so the cum pouring out of her was kept on the stone, absorbed into it. Before she could register more the demon spun and pulled out of the woman, still hard and shining in the wavering torchlight.

"You found me hunter! Good sport! Too bad you lost this time!" With one hand he aimed that massive, inhuman cock at her and the last of his seed - thick and vile - coated her face and chest. She coughed as it filled her mouth and she couldn't help but swallow some. It ran into her nostrils and stung her eyes as she tried to wipe it away. She looked in horror at her hands, the dark liquid clinging and seeming to soak into her skin.

Alana screamed as her cross seemed to melt into her chest. The heat of it continued to burn under her skin and lower. She could feel it moving through her body and settling in her abdomen. A final flare of heat had her thrashing in the demon's grip until it settled to an uncomfortable warmth.

"Oh yes. You've heard of what demon seed can do. Any skin will do, inside or out." His voice rumbled with humor at her attempts to clean it off. "We're an adaptable lot, once we get strong enough. For her," he gestured with his softened cock at the woman lying on the altar, writhing and moaning, "it was for breeding. My seed is potent, she is worthy of bearing my spawn, and she will breed true."

His tail lifted Alana until their faces were even. She was getting dizzy from being held upside down and the demon's fluid. The heat in her abdomen was centering and pulsing now. "For you I added something else. You won't spawn from me." He gave her a shake. "You don't deserve to breed for me. Not even a nick with that little blade. That I could have respected. Instead you will ... "

He tilted his head, light shining on his horns. "No. I'll let you figure it out hunter. You'll know soon enough. There's things they don't teach you and there's reasons they say to die rather than be captured." She couldn't help but scream as he let her drop towards the floor, stopping when his face was level with her crotch. One claw reached out to split her pants from back to front and he leaned down. With no warning he drove his long tongue into her pussy and left it there. She could feel his drool coating her and pooling deep inside.

Her screams were panicked as the heat from his saliva seemed to merge with the heat from where her cross was settled inside her. Another intense pulse had her trying to curl up and protect herself. A scrape of sharp teeth on her clit had her arching in depraved pleasure. Keeping his mouth covering his pussy he continued to humiliate her. "That will finish it nicely. You're should provide entertainment if you prove worthy, captured hunter." On each of the words 'entertainment', 'worthy', and 'captured' he scraped her clit hard enough to make her scream in both pleasure and pain while his tongue squirmed in her between words.

Contemptuously he dropped her on the floor and picked up her dagger. His hand smoked from the contact of the silver with his skin. Turning back towards the altar he dragged the blade through the puddle of demon cum between the woman's thighs and pushed the hilt into her still spasming pussy. A flash of blue light flared and Alana watched in horror as her dagger melted into a useless hilt. She didn't know it could be unmade much less that easily. He pulled it out and tossed it at her after looking at the notches.

"Six? Not bad. Maybe had you gotten one more I would have considered letting you carry my spawn." He sneered at her and flicked a claw at the altar. The collar snapped open. With one hand he heaved the woman over his shoulder and turned towards the door. She moaned and looked at Alana with heavy, satisfied eyes.

The demon waved his hand in a sweeping gesture and the edges of the temple went black and changed. What was a small cavern was now at least four times the size and lined with black stone statues. He nodded in satisfaction.

"I'll return in a while. Do find a way to keep yourself occupied." His voice was lilting in mockery at her plight.

Alana shuddered at the sound of the temple door closing. As soon as she got her wind back she ran to it and tried to find a latch. Her map only gave her the key to open it from the mortal side. She went through all the words she knew that might open it from this side but nothing worked. Sliding down the door in despair she looked around her prison.

As she had seen in other temples this one had ever-burning torches and an obscenely carved altar with a demon statue at the head. She tried not to look to close at the altars. They disturbed her in a way she couldn't - or wouldn't - accept. She recognized the statue as the demon who had just left. It didn't have the standard phallus looming over the altar for some reason and that puzzled her. She'd yet to hear of a demon who didn't like to flaunt his prowess.

Looking around she saw dozens of smaller statues lining the walls of the temple. Thinking that there might be some way out behind them she stumbled over. She felt weak and hot even though the temperature in the temple was cool. She peeled off her jacket and cum soaked shirt as she went to examine the statues. Her cross was firmly stuck to her skin and glowed dully in the torchlight.

They were demons, of course. Small ones, carved in black stone, in various poses of relaxation. Oddly enough they weren't mating or otherwise enjoying victims as she had seen elsewhere. They were embarrassingly anatomically correct and her eyes were drawn to that. Whoever sculpted them must have held a grudge because what should have been deformed and inhuman was .. human? The heat inside her flared as she looked at them.

Trying to ignore that feeling of need she slid next to the first one and checked to see if she could find a crack in the wall or any sign of a door. Running her hands over the stone she felt nothing that seemed out of place. She felt a breath of air and the word "entertainment" whispered through her mind, making her knees weak.

Spinning around she saw nothing, felt nothing. Her feeling of lightheadedness and heat increased as she checked each statue, running her hands over them in a futile hope that one would open a way to the mortal realm. As she worked her way around the room she kept hearing those whispers and echoes. "Entertainment." "Value." "Captured." Every word thrummed through her body, more insistent than the last.

She found herself back at the first statue. There had been no sign of any way out of there except the door she couldn't open. Looking around she noticed for the first time that she had been stripping off the rest of her clothes as she walked and was completely naked now. She didn't remember doing it but obviously she had.

While she tried to think about it she also noticed that she was stroking the demon statue again as if petting it. Something about the warm, smooth stone felt good. Her fogged mind wasn't able to process what was happening and the heat was growing, insisting. Her hands kept returning to his stone cock no matter where she moved them to. It pulled at her, enticed her.

With a moan she felt that same heat flare in her groin and her mind fogged even more. She couldn't remember ever needing something as badly as she needed to sate that heat. Tearing her hands away she reached between her legs to masturbate, ashamed that she was going to degrade herself this low but knowing she needed to clear her head.

One finger worked her clit hard and while it felt good it did nothing to the heat in her loins. She used her other to push two fingers into her pussy, reaching for her g-spot. She knew that was a way for a quick climax for her and whimpered when it also seemed to have no effect. Alana frantically worked her fingers over her clit and deep inside to no effect other than to further her frustration.

Looking up she could see the statue next to her. It was carved so the demon was reclining, one leg lifted. It looked like he was ready to be mounted. He looked like he was waiting for her. When she put her hand on the statue to help steady herself the heat in her body flared higher and her knees went weak. Tears were running down her face as she realized what the demon had placed in her. She knew how he meant to have her 'occupy herself' while he kept her trapped.

Alana dragged herself onto the statue and straddled its legs before she could reconsider doing this. Breathing heavy she scraped together the last of her willpower and rubbed her pussy onto the carved balls, feeling them hot and rough on her clit. Letting her head fall back she sought her relief, feeling her climax building now. She knew she looked obscene but no longer cared. She needed to cum. The stone was hot under her, matching the heat this contact wasn't reaching, pulsing every time her hips hit the stone cock rising in front of her.

As she hovered on the edge an impatient hissing echo of "entertainment" shivered over her. Desperately she ground her hips onto the stone and found she couldn't quite make it. It felt good but wasn't what she needed. She was staring down at that stone cock in front of her. So tempting, so ready, so available. She knew it would slake that lust.

Giving up with a sob she lifted herself up and moved forward until she hovered over the tip. Her thighs trembled with the effort of not sinking down on it. She knew this was wrong, that she shouldn't do it. But her body was screaming for fulfillment and wasn't going to let her stop. Before she could think about it anymore Alana slid down the length until her hips almost touched the stone.

Her head fell back at the feeling. It was almost perfect, more perfect than anyone she'd been with before. It was almost what she wanted. She wasn't breeding with a demon. This was a statue. This was fine. This was good. With a moan she pressed harder, sealing her pussy to the stone with her juices and making that final contact her body craved.

The statue flashed with matching heat and then clawed hands gripped her waist. What had been a statue was now a living demon. Her terror only made her grip the cock more firmly with her pussy. When she tried to rise up the claws dug in menacingly. A growl vibrated through the demon and seemed to vibrate through her as well, sapping her strength and making her squeeze the now living cock inside her again.

Holding her tight the demon held her sealed to him. A more satisfied growl resonated through Alana and she felt herself responding against her will. Looking down she saw his eyes glowing red and wickedly sharp teeth exposed in a smile. "Entertainment" echoed again in the temple and she felt his cock move in her.

It started to grow, stretching her walls tight around it. Held to him she could only hope to survive. When he started to grow longer as well she screamed as once again she was taken to the edge of orgasm. She started to fight him but this time to ride. She felt that climax within reach if she could just get more!

She was pinned in place as the demon simply held her there effortlessly. She could feel him hot and throbbing inside her and his breathing hard and fast. His hands quivered on her hips as if fighting to keep her there. When the word "value" sounded from nowhere he picked her up and dropped her, entering even deeper. Her hips met his with a wet slap from her juices. She grabbed his wrists for balance as he started moving her up and down.

He pulled her completely off of him and her head dropped to see that he'd changed. What had been a human cock was now beastly. It wasn't as huge as the major demon but it was far beyond what her body should be able to take. The head flared out and was covered in dull spikes. The shaft was twisted, covered in ridges, veins and knobs. The entire thing was the size of her forearm. And she wanted it back in her.

Slowly she was pulled back down onto him. He exhaled as he watched the outline of it appear in her body. A sudden pull once again seated her pussy to his hips. With an impatient growl he started to move her, still laying on his back. Her own passion rose, taking her to the edge of climax at the stimulation of the demon cock pressing and rubbing until it hit her deep and then pulled back to do it again.

She didn't hear herself begging him to finish her. His snickering laugh was horrible to hear and the word "captured" rang in the air. At that he threw his head back and screamed, his searing cum shooting into her, mixing with the heat the major demon placed.

Her scream mixed with his as it echoed off the walls. Terror and frustration mixed together as she finally felt the pull of being demon bred. All those women she found too late had felt this. Her heart pounded as it seemed to pull the scaldingly hot fluid up into her body. She could actually see her body expanding with every pulse, squeezing it into her and waiting for the next, and it seemed to go on forever. Her pussy betrayed her by milking him for every drop. Her need to climax was still imperative as she struggled in his grip. She was denied as his body seemed to shrink as hers was filled.

Her breath was knocked out of her as she fell onto the empty space where the statue once stood. She pounded her fists on his stone floor at her denied pleasure. Aching with need and the memory of him in her she stayed on hands and knees and quivered. In her mind she knew there should be a river of demon cum running of her but could only feel her own juices. The lack of it might have worried her but it was more a passing observation at this time.

She looked around and saw nothing else had changed. The other statues were all still lined up, all still erect. Now the flickering light seemed to make them even more sinister, more smug. She was panting and covered in sweat as the need rose in her again. Her body demanded more and her mind was going along with it except for that one part that screamed at her to stop. That voice was growing more faint as the heat pulsed harder, hotter. She looked around again but this time with an appraising eye.

"I am ALANA!" She screamed her own name in an attempt to find herself in the unstoppable lust forced on her by the demon. The temple echoed her own voice back, weak and mocking. The word "entertainment" once again floated on the air and caused her body to seize in an unbearable need for more.

She found a statue sculpted so it was on its knees, proudly pushing out his cock. Even knowing what was going to happen wasn't enough to stop her from reaching for it. Once again the stone was smooth and warm. She knelt on the platform in front of it and stroked it as she did the other, feeling the human details. Sobbing in defeat she turned around and backed towards it.

As if the thing had been carved just for her she slid onto the stone cock perfectly. The flared head opening her and the shaft sliding behind. "Not so deep this time" she tried to think to herself as she rocked back and forth, taking more every time. As soon as she felt the stone on the hair around her pussy she stopped and pulled back. "That should be good..."
Alana started fucking herself as she would a dildo stuck to the shower wall. She was very familiar with doing that. Demon hunters didn't get the luxury of dating much. Her lust was just as strong and she felt the familiar pulses of pleasure that would mean a glorious climax. Just a few more thrusts would do it. Sobbing at the nearness of her orgasm she moved faster, harder.

Once again she screamed as it seemed something blocked her from that final step. She ground her hips on the thing and only succeeded in making it worse. Without thinking she slammed herself backwards to try to finish. Only when her pussy hit the stone did she realize her mistake. The clawed hands gripped her hips and held her fast.

"NOOOOOO!!!" Her scream echoed back at her and a faint mocking laugh seemed to mix in with it. The demon hissed as "entertainment" bounced through the room and continued her grinding movements, making room for the cock that was now growing in her. Again her limits were stretched by the inhuman creature she was impaled upon.

Immediately "value" rang out and he pulled out of her once he'd grown to his full size. Another cock as long and thick as her forearm poked from between her spread thighs, resting between her pussy lips. This one looked far too much like a snake and she screamed when it moved, the head looking up at her and hissing through tiny fangs.

Alana was filled hard and fast. She could feel the cock moving in her, rubbing and twisting. Every time she was pulled back fully she felt the tiny bite of fangs inside her and a very masculine sound of approval from behind. She knew she should be disgusted to see it moving through her body but it only made her beg for more. At that "captured" rang out loud and the demon dragged her back and held her against his hips. The fangs dug in as wave after wave of scalding hot seed was pumped into her. Her heartbeat matched those pulses and the satisfaction of being filled still wasn't enough to take her to climax.

She was crying in denied need as this demon also seemed to be drawn into her, leaving behind nothing. She stayed where she had been dropped. Panting and squirming she sobbed as she looked at the remaining statues. Alana tried to gain control of herself and just when she felt she could "entertainment" dropped her back into a sea of lust. If she fucked enough of them she knew she could cum. That thought didn't seem like her own but it was enough to send her looking for another statue.

This one stood tall, shoulders back and hands on hips. His cock was thrust out straight from his body and was at the level of her breasts. Trying something new she walked up to it and tried to wrap her breasts around it instead of her hands. Not for the first time she cursed her small chest. The smooth, warm stone on her neglected nipples felt wonderful and flared the heat inside. The statue remained a statue and she finally gave in.

Her hours in the gym paid off as she worked to climb up enough to take this new cock. She didn't care that once she was on it her feet wouldn't touch the ground. Maybe that would be the key to her release. Maybe she needed to give in completely, to lose all control. Unhesitantly she spread her pussy lips and drove herself down in one hard thrust.

This statue didn't change. She whimpered and twisted on it, feeling the rigid head pressing almost where she needed it. Looking down she saw a space between her and the statue. Locking her legs around its waist she arched back and let go with her hands. That angle, that added weight, and she was sealed to the stone.

His tail whipped out to wrap around her neck and hold her in that position, straight out from his body. Looking down he growled at the sight of her spread for him, helpless. His hands dug into her thighs and he held still. Oddly enough his cock didn't change and they both growled in frustration. He seemed locked in place, his human cock sheathed in her.

Alana tried to squeeze and arch on him, hoping this was the secret to her finish. Maybe she needed them to stay human sized. Her hopes were dashed when "entertainment" came through in a demanding tone. The demon howled as his cock suddenly changed and it drove into her like a spear.

Still he didn't move. He glared down at her like this was her fault. His grip kept her still as she felt her body shifting to take all of him. The heat followed the length of him deeper into her body. For what seemed like ages they were as still as when he was stone.

His breathing grew harsh as he held her there. She could feel his tail quivering and his grip tightening on her. If she had any mind to think she would consider him as frustrated as she was. A few tugs tried to bring her closer but all they did was make her scream as he jabbed her deep. He yelled something in a harsh language and kept trying to move her but they seemed locked together at this point.

A bored "value" sounded through the temple and he dragged her off a bit and then fully onto him. She felt something give way as he drove home. Dragging her by her neck he pulled her back until only the head of his cock was in her. He was fully half again as long as the others if thinner and less defined. As if the wait had been too much he spread her thighs wider and pulled her back hard.

Ruthlessly he pulled her back and forth almost in a blur, repeating some word in that same language. She was locked into position as he pummeled her body and kept her on that insane edge of finishing. She could see his cock disappearing under her ribs as he filled her and had a brief moment of clarity, wondering if she would ever recover, before the next thrust took away all thought again.

She barely heard the word "captured" but knew it happened when she was once again drawing demon seed into her body. This deeper cock had found new ways to spread the heat inside and she was begging to be allowed to orgasm. His cum washed through her as he also faded away. She fell hard onto the stone floor as he disappeared.

Alana lost track of time as she slowly worked her way around the room. She passed out and was awoken by the whispers and the need inside her again and again. Statue after statue was brought to life only to leave her screaming and wanting as it disappeared after it was pleasured. Every demon cock was different and none of them were enough.

By the time she had finished with the last one in the temple she was covered in sweat. Her thighs and hips were covered in punctures from their clawed grips. Crawling over to the last statue in the temple she stood in front of the one carved in the likeness of the major demon. She stroked the spot where his cock should have been and slowly dropped to the floor in exhaustion.

She awoke when she was roughly dropped onto her back. She started to move only to feel the snap of a collar around her neck. Looking up and back she saw the huge demon statue looming over her. She was on the altar!

"Well little hunter. You've served this temple well enough for now." The demon was back and standing at the other end of the stone. "You don't seem to have enjoyed it much although you provided great entertainment."

At the word "entertainment" her body started writhing in fresh need. Without thinking her legs spread wide and hips lifted, needing to be filled. The demon's laughter seared her skin.

"Oh no. I told you I wouldn't be breeding you. And I have no other use for a human than that. You're too .. boring." One clawed finger pushed inside her well fucked pussy. "Poor thing. All that work and you didn't enjoy it." He delicately pressed the tip of his claw into her g-spot and she screamed. His finger wasn't enough, wasn't large enough, wasn't deep enough. But it caused her need to flare higher.

"We know humans so well. You're so predictable. Look at you. Pitiful. One touch and you would do anything for me to let you release." He was an expert at keeping his claw pressing just hard enough no matter how she moved her hips. "Of course I gave you a little help but you would have done this on your own."

Leaning forward, he pressed his face close to hers. "We know why you hunt demons. We know what you want to do. And you're all too afraid to admit that you want to be the one we breed." His legs spread hers wider as he moved closer. "You had your fun with the little ones but you crave a real demon." His other hand dug into her hair and pulled her head up so she was forced to look at his crotch.

"See how little you excite me?" His finger pulled out of her roughly to lift his limp cock. "I have you here at my mercy, all but begging me to take you. You will be begging me to let me breed you in a moment. To prove your value." His smile was perfectly confident as he watched her.

Alana opened her mouth to scream at him only to find her doing just as he said. The word "value" made her body seize as it tried to hold a demon cock that wasn't there. She thrashed on the stone at the emptiness within her. "YES! Do it! Breed me! Fill me!" The last word was a full throated wail of defeat.

Letting her head fall back to the stone the demon stood up. "No." His claws dug into her tender inner thighs as he spread her wider. "But I will let you have your pitiful little orgasm if you admit that this is what you've wanted since you took up the cause." His long forked tongue slowly pushed into her, feeding more heat into her body.

It was too much for her to bear. The unknown amount of time she'd been kept on edge and the dozens of demon statues she'd used had ground her willpower to dust. She felt the sharp tips of his claws break her skin as she pushed her hips up to him. "YES! I want this!"

Once again his tongue drew out and back in, deeper, before pulling out. "Want what, conquered hunter?" He waited until she stopped thrashing from the use of the word "conquered" on her mind. Her body's reaction amused him greatly and he pushed his tongue in to enjoy the feeling of being sucked as she tried to drain seed. Pulling it back out he once again loomed over her. "Tell me what you want from me."

"Breed me! Fuck me! Take me!" She was truly defeated now. She was begging for the very thing she had pledged to stop. "Just let me CUM!" That tiny voice of reason that had tried to sustain her was buried under the needs racing through her body. Seeing this it seemed to satisfy the demon. Nodding he laid his long, soft cock across her stomach. Even soft it reached to her ribcage.

"No. I told you you're not interesting enough for me to fuck." The demon smiled in amused boredom. He'd broken countless hunters. She was just one more in a long line and they always broke. Broken things held no appeal for him. "But I will let you have some pleasure." He moved one clawed hand from her leg and pressed hard on her stomach, his cock sliding to the side. He shouted something in a harsh language that made her ears bleed.

Arching up into that hand she felt the orgasm start to build again and something within her squeezed under him. He pressed her back and she arched up to meet him. He pushed down and she responded by pushing back. Her hips were moving in a desperate need for more and he seemed to be feeding it by simply pushing on her body.

"Now serve your purpose." His hand dug in hard and his claws drew blood as he pressed her fully to the altar. She finally reached the peak she'd been aching for. It was the most powerful orgasm of her life and she felt like her body was trying to turn itself inside out as she shuddered and screamed under his hand holding her down. She could see her stomach rising as he continued to press and release, her orgasm pulsing in time with his movements. Lines of fire traced through her body as the demon seed stored within her flared to life.

"Yes, little broken hunter. Give it back." The demon leered down at her as the heat of all the seed she had absorbed into her body was drawn to his hand then rushed back through her veins, swelling her stomach in time with his kneading. Every time he pushed her back down she spasmed in humiliating, abandoned release. "This isn't yours to keep. Any of it." He had both hands on her now and was kneading her swollen stomach between them. The double movement had her thrashing in constant mindless pleasure.

"NOW!" he screamed and a long stream of harsh words followed. She felt the words reach inside her and pull. As her body convulsed on the altar, under the blazing red gaze of his statue and the irresistible hands of the demon, she felt the rush of sensation as her body gave back all of the cum she had locked inside her and she came harder than she'd ever had in her life. Her orgasm drained out between her thighs along with a river of demon cum, leaving her empty and somehow needy again.

Alana went limp as he pulled back and looked at her. She felt his hands scrape her thighs and was rudely brought back to where she was when his tail slapped her cheek. His hand was in front of her face. Cradled in it was a tiny demon, perfect in form and the size of a kitten. It turned and hissed at her. She could see a tiny upside cross in the scales of its chest that was a replica of the one she wore. That .. THING .. would always be marked as coming from her body!

"I said I wouldn't breed you. One of these lesser ones has." She stared in horror at the demon she had produced. "We don't waste breeding stock when we can find it, even broken ones such as you. I promised my servants they could spawn and you happened by at exactly the right time." The demon leaned over and dragged his tongue down from the collar to her pussy, driving it in deep and fast again. The heat flared as if she'd never cum and she shrieked as her pussy walls cramped. He spat out the last of the demon seed he'd drawn from her onto the altar.

"Or maybe for you it was the wrong time. No matter. You've shown that you can entertain us and have some value as a captured hunter." He waited for her to stop writhing at the words. A wave of his hand sent the air shimmering and once again the walls were lined with statues - demonic and complete.

The collar snapped open and he dragged her by her hair to sit on the edge of the stone. She didn't even notice her hips working to grind herself on it in a futile search for more pleasure. "Look around. They're all ready for you. Each one of my servants has been promised a spawn of their own and I've chosen you to give their reward." The statues were in new places and positions. "I have legion upon legion of servants and more join me every day. All have been promised the chance to spawn now. It's a wonderful way to gather them."

Lifting her head with his tail his eyes bored into hers. "It doesn't matter how many try. Only one will succeed every time I fill this temple. And I will fill it over and over again." She whimpered at the surety in his voice, the promise.

He smiled down on her, razor sharp teeth glinting. "If they do me good service they get the chance to breed again. But every one of them gets a spawn even if some get more." He stepped closer and spread her legs with his, wrapping his tail around her throat and tightening it. "Understand this, broken hunter. Every demon of mine can try to breed you and every one will get their own spawn from you. Every. Single. One."

When he stepped back and let her head drop her gaze fixed on the veritable lake of demon seed around her. It had been drawn from her body by the demon when he had her spawn for him. The altar was slowly absorbing it, adding to the aura of the temple. Alana could feel the stone growing warm under her as it claimed the power for its own, that warmth sinking into her flesh.

Turning his back he knocked her off the altar with a careless flick of his tail. "I've been bartering the rights to the act of your breeding. There are many who enjoy tormenting both humans and demons. The control words are currently profitable but after a century or two should lose their novelty." He looked down at her on the floor. "The entertainment has value for now, captured hunter, but you'll still be breeding when we're bored with watching you." Without bothering to watch her respond to the words he turned and left her on the stone.

Taking the tiny new spawn - her spawn - with him the major demon once again walked to the door. "You have your rounds to make. I'll be back when you have. You're as human as we want you to be again. Empty and tight. You can be harmed but you don't get to escape into death in my temple."

Pausing in front of the open door he looked over his shoulder with a grin. "I've been talking with the others and have found the leaders of the six demons you killed. They're interested in being recompensed. And they have legions as well." With that he walked into the night.

The door slammed shut with a resounding crash and she looked at the rows of waiting demons. She couldn't tell if these were the same ones or others, if there were more or fewer of them. Moaning she stood up and made her way to the nearest one. Her heart pounded as she saw the waiting stone cock and she slid down it with a sobbing scream. As the claws dug into her skin she once again felt the horrible, wonderful need that would only be satisfied when she'd taken them all and the demon came to collect his prize.

"Entertainment" caused her to scream as he grew to his normal, inhuman shape inside of her. All the worse the change was slower this time, showing that indeed he had been watching and was more controlled. His growl was confident and hungry.

"Value" echoed around the room with a mocking laugh and he slowly ground his hips to hers in a manner that drew an anguished, frustrated moan from her even as she worked to take more. Her scream echoed back as he continued to grow in her and reach that never satisfied heat. The scream of a captured hunter.