I've been looking for the series "A Dark Fire" by Preggovictim, unfortunately her tumblr account doesn't exist anymore so all her stories were lost.

I've looked all over and no automatic archiving sites saved it. I've only got this tumblr post containing some links.

Does anybody have it?

A DARK FIRE

Part One
A Bad Witch
Every witch looks forward to the day that she turns twenty-one. That’s the day she can call out to the underworld and ask for a demon to be her patron. My parents didn’t want me to do it or do any witchcraft. They forbid me. They wanted to get away from our witchy roots and blend in with normal society. They impressed upon me how important it was to be accepted. Looks were everything. We all did what we could to make ourselves look perfect. A perfect family with their perfect, young daughter going to one of the best colleges in the country. My parents had the big house, the boat, the country club membership. You wouldn’t know that all our ancestors had been witches unless someone told you.
My grandmother made sure I knew witchcraft, and how to do this when I turned the right age. That’s why I’d secretly learned as much as I could. Some of that was just being rebellious. I like rebelling, I like breaking rules, I like getting back at people for telling me what to do. But my parents had ground that out of me. Almost. If they’d known about all the old books and spell ingredients under the bed, they would’ve killed me. My grandmother said they were ridiculous, that denying your magic just for appearance’s sake would always lead to trouble. She told me that sometimes the sweetest fruit grew on the ugliest trees, and sometimes the most beautiful things were poison.
I should’ve listened. I should’ve remembered more than just the ceremony, but I didn’t.
When I went out into the woods, stripped off my clothes and knelt inside the circle of candles, I couldn’t have known how long or how hard it would be for me to learn that.
All witches need a demon patron. They give you your power, they protect you, they give you a purpose. You’re never quite sure who you’re going to get when you start the incantation. Demons come in all shapes and sizes. Some look just like humans. Some could pass as long as they wear a hat and a coat. Some will never pass for human no matter what they wear.
Of course I wanted the first type. I’d heard stories of dashing underworld heroes who came to claim beautiful young witches. Sometimes they sealed the deal with a kiss. Sometimes they did far more than that. I’d kept myself a technical virgin so that I would be all the more appealing. Not that I should have. Demons don’t care about virgins. They prefer girls who know what to do when they see a cock. Which is why my virginity was technical. I’d fantasized about pleasing my patron with the fact that I’m very good at blow jobs and hand jobs and tit fucking and impressing him with the offer of being the very first to be really, truly inside me.
I closed my eyes and chanted. When I opened them, my patron appeared.
Valefax.
Valefax was not what I wanted at all. He looked like a gargoyle in some ways. Clawed wings, stone gray skin, horns. He had deep, terrifying eyes and a sharp face. I gasped when I saw him but I didn’t say a word. I was just smart enough to stay quiet. He approached me wearing a suit with a tie and everything. He didn’t have shoes because his feet were too large, but he wore a suit. I don’t know how he got it on with his wings, but he did. I wish I’d stopped to realize what it mean that he did that, or that he had combed back his wild pale hair as neatly as he could.
All I noticed was that he was not the romance novel-cover worthy patron I’d wanted.
“Who - who are you?” I asked, softly.
“I am Valefax, Prince of the Dark Fire, Seventh Lord, and I have come to be your patron,” he answered. He had a very deep rumbly voice, but he sounded strange. Like maybe he was nervous or out of breath. “You are a very special witch, Lillith. I have looked in on you from time to time since you came of age and I am impressed with you.”
“Oh, thank you, that’s really nice of you,” I replied. I didn’t know what else to say to him. “You can just call me Lilli.” My mind raced. How could I tell him that I wanted a different patron? I just couldn’t imagine having to serve him, potentially even kissing him. I didn’t want to make him angry, but I didn’t want his patronage either.
“I think you are very talented and I have special things in mind for you. I would teach you the underworld’s ways so that you could have greater power than here in the world above. You might one day be someone I would have there. I am one of the Princes of the Dark Fire and I have lands and armies and great wealth there. I lack a consort. I have not found the right one. One day I think you might sit on the throne with me.”
He sounded as scared as I did. I put my hands over my mouth. I didn’t want my horror to show. This hideous *thing* wanted to take me down to the underworld to be his queen. I couldn’t imagine wanting to touch him much less be his consort. From any other demon, that offer would have been a dream come true. From Valefax, it was a nightmare.
How to handle this? “Are you sure that I’m who you want? I’m really nothing special,” I said.
“I believe you are,” he said and he smiled. “You have a strong mind and a dark fire in your soul, the same as in mine. You would do well once you come into your power and learn to wield an army, and manage wealth. You would be an excellent mother to our heirs one day.”
I couldn’t take anymore. Having a child with that hideous creature? I got up and rushed out of the circle, knocking over candles. “I can’t, I’m so sorry. I just, I’m so sorry. I’m not who you want, I promise.”
Valefax tilted his head. “I’ve offered you everything I have. It would not all happen today. I know that you have a life here in this world above, and that you are still young. I only want you to know that I offer more than simple patronage.”
“Please don’t be mad, but I can’t,” I said. I looked around for my clothes, desperate to get dressed and get out of there. I regretted ever calling for patron as I pulled on my underwear and skirt.
“Why not?” he asked.
“It wouldn’t work out. You and I, we’re. We’re not…It wouldn’t work.”
Valefax started to get angry. I think he knew exactly why I was turning him down. “Why wouldn’t it work? Do not lie to me, witch.”
I covered myself with a shirt I hadn’t yet put on. “I’m not trying to be rude, it’s just. Look at us. We’re not the same. I can’t be your consort. I can’t have your children, what would they look like, how would they function? I want to have kids one day, but ones I can, you know.”
“No, I don’t know.”
“Ones I could show to other people. If they were like you -”
Valefax snarled. “If they were like me? I see then.”
“No, I said that wrong. It’s not like that. I’m sure there’s lots of witches who would be thrilled. And I can just get another patron. It’ll be okay.”
“No,” he said, starting to breath hard. His hands curled to fists at his sides. “No, it won’t. I am your patron, your only patron. You belong to me now, witch! Kneel so I may mark you.”
I turned the other way and ran. I ran through the dark woods, further from the light of my circle. I felt the ground shake with his foot steps. He brushed against a tree and the tree toppled over. Half naked, barefoot, I didn’t get very far before I heard a flap of wings. He knocked me to the ground, face down. Then he straddled me and grabbed my throat to pull me up just enough that his palm pressed to my chest above my right breast.
“I am your patron now,” he growled. His palm suddenly burned like a brand and I screamed. He pressed his hand in harder. “And I will teach you in whatever way it takes.”
“Please let me go, please, I’m sorry,” I said and I squirmed helplessly under his weight.
“Sorry? You are only sorry that I am angry, not that you are one of the most foolish, self-absorbed, worthless bitches I have met in all my centuries.”
I stayed still and hoped maybe that was all he was going to do. “Please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry. Please.”
He pushed me down. “My brethren set a wager. They said that no matter what I did that none of the witches above would want me as a patron even if I offered them a kingdom. Just because I do not look like my brothers. I said they were wrong and I knew of a witch who was better than that. I told them you were better, Lillith. I stood up for you!” He tightened his hand around the back of my neck.
I hyperventilated and wondered if he would snap my neck or strangle me. “I’m sorry, I was wrong. I’ll do better, I can do better, I won’t do it again, I swear!”
“It’s much too late for that.”
I tried to get up and he pushed me down with just one hand. He shifted his weight to straddle my thights. I heard a belt buckle being unbuckled and a zipper being unzipped. “No!” I screamed and I tried to get up again. “Please don’t do this! I’ll do anything, please, don’t do this to me!”
“Patronage must be consummated, Lillith,” he said. One hand reached under my skirt, his sharp and hard over my skin. He reached for my panties and ripped them off. He put his weight down on me and rubbed himself against my bare ass, getting himself hard. His cock felt too big and too thick, scaring me each time he made another pass.
“Please don’t,” I begged. I found a root on the ground to hold onto and I gripped it for dear life. I held my thighs together and hyperventilated. A sticky slickness began to coat my skin. My back, my thighs, my ass.
“If you do not spread your legs now, I will spread them for you,” Valefax warned me.
Trembling, I slowly spread legs apart. A hard, thick cock head pressed itself to my entrance but went no further. “You are lucky that I am causing you to be wet now when I could fuck you dry.”
“Thank you,” I said in a tiny voice. “P-please don’t make it hurt.”
He didn’t give me any warning, he just did it. He slammed in until there wasn’t any room left inside me and he was only half way to the hilt. I opened my mouth and my scream didn’t come out. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move. My cunt had never been penetrated before, much less by something like this. I had gone from a virgin to taking him inside me in mere seconds. Tears streamed down my face.
Valefax pulled back and pressed in again. I sobbed and laid my head down, knowing I was helpless. I could only hope he would finish soon because I didn’t think I could take another second of being hammered this way. My whole body felt it when he thrusted in. My cunt, my womb, my guts, my whole body. Then he slowed down. I didn’t know if that was better or worse. “As your patron, I will teach you what you most need. Humility. If I must break you, then so be it.”
“What are you going to do? Please don’t do anymore,” I cried.
“Am I so much worse than all those other males you must have let between your legs?”
I sobbed and shook my head. “I’ve never had sex because I - I wanted to be a virgin when - when I had a - a- patron.”
He growled like I’d just pissed him off more in one second than in the entire night combined. He stayed still inside me and leaned down. “I did not want it this way, Lillith. I am your patron now. I am the only male who will ever have you. The only touch you will know it mine because I am the first and only to know your body. This body is not too good to have my child inside it. This is how you will learn. You will give me an heir, that is my gift to you because I am gracious. But you will be under a curse. You will suffer humiliation, you will fall from all graces, you will know degradation and deprivation and loss. Until you are wrong and come to me and truly apologize and beg me to fill your womb again, you will live under this curse.”
He pulled back and thrust in and he changed the way he pushed into me with his cock. He changed the angle. It was better and it was so much worse.
He made me feel every single thrust.
“Valefax! I can’t take it anymore!”
He let out a groan of pleasure. “Yes you can! You *will* take it! If you had chosen differently you would know the pleasure I know now. Ah yes! Not long now, not long until I spill every drop of seed into you. You take it witch, you take it! When I reach satisfaction, I want you to feel it. Remember this is when - oh yes- you will never be a pretty young virgin again never you are my witch now! Oh yes! Remember when you birth my heir and know I made you a mother! Take it, Lillith, take every drop! Oh yes - ohhh!”
He stilled as he came inside of me. His cock throbbed hard. I felt his balls, heavy and big against me moving, pumping seed into me.
That was the moment I was ruined. My old self destroyed and some new self replaced it. A new self that, by morning, would carry a dark secret inside of it. He gave one more groan before he pulled out fast. I stayed completely until he wasn’t on top of me anymore. Sore and hurting, I laid my face down in the dirt and cried.
He looked down on me. “Summon me when you are prepared to apologize and thank me for the gift I have just given you. Now clean yourself up. You look filthy and disgusting. Have some dignity.”
He stepped over me and walked away, disappearing into thin air.

Part Two
A Little Devil
Because Valefax was a demon and because he’d laid a curse, his seed took immediately. He only had to do it the once to guarantee that I’d get pregnant. I wanted it not to be true. For a few weeks there were no symptoms. My body stayed the same, I prayed he’d just done it to scare me. Then, on the first day of class that semester, I got sick. I felt dizzy and then I dropped to my knees in the middle of the hallway just outside my first class and threw up. It felt like Valefax was twisting my guts with an invisible hand. A reminder that it was all going to get worse from there.
I took the test, but I knew what the results would be. Positive. My heart pounded when I saw it. All hope was lost. This had really, really happened. I was terrified. Terrified of what would happen to me, of telling my parents and friends. I was even scared of what Valefax would do. I was too terrified to tell anyone.
I did what I could to hide it. At first, I could get away with it. Loose clothes, jackets. My breasts grew more than my belly at that point. I went up a cup size, which got me noticed by some of the guys in class and around campus. Sex with them was the last thing I wanted. Second to an abortion, I wanted to crawl under a rock and die. I knew if I did try to get one, Valefax would end me.
As it got later and later in the semester, things got more difficult. Less and less of my clothes fit every day. I did everything I could not to gain weight, hoping that might make my belly less noticeable. At least to others.
I couldn’t do anything but notice it. When I woke in the morning and looked in the mirror, I saw it. That bump, that beginning sign of what had happened. I had a demon’s baby inside of me, and no one knew. I walked around with a demon in my womb and nobody noticed. I didn’t know what to make of that. Part of me wanted to scream. How could they not know that something like this was happening. How did they not see the way my stomach bowed outward and I couldn’t suck in anymore. Did the bigger breasts not tip them off? More than that, could they not sense it like I did? I felt it every minute of every day. What I carried was not normal or human. It’s dark, demonic heat flickered inside me, in time with a heart beat, but I could shove that to the back of my mind.
The first time it moved inside me, time stopped. I was in the library studying and I felt it. It moved. Somehow, that tiny flutter shattered the denial that I’d put up to keep myself sane. I didn’t think about it as being real or alive. It was just some weird weight gain. It wasn’t a reality, nothing that would happen and change everything. Nothing that would make his conquest of me complete. Now, it was real. His heir was real and moving inside me, an agent of his father’s punishment.
I went into the library bathroom and pressed my hand to my belly and cried. I wished I didn’t have to live anymore, I wished I’d never called for a patron.
Valefax came back to me just before the end of the semester. He was waiting for me in the darkness of my apartment when I got home from my last class, exhausted from studying, exhausted from not eating to keep the weight off, exhausted from being pregnant with a demon. At least I had the cover of baggy sweat shirts and layers of clothing to keep me protected just a little longer from the ridicule and scorn that would come.
“Lillith,” he said as he turned on the lamp so I could see him. He sounded cold and mean and he sat there wearing dark clothes that didn’t look like they came from anywhere topside. His hair had been allowed to do what it pleased. He looked nothing like the way I’d first seen him.
I had the sense to be respectful at least. I put my hand to my chest where the mark would be and gave a small bow. “Why did you come?”
“You have my heir inside you,” he said. “Did you think I would not return?”
I didn’t answer the question. “What do you want?”
“Let me see,” he commanded. I just stood there. “Let me see how you are coming along.”
“Fine.”
I put down my bag and unzipped my jacket, then pulled off my sweater. My teeshirt was tight over my belly. I had maybe another three weeks before I was in real trouble. He stood up and came toward me. I started to tremble, but I kept my eyes forward. He stood next to me, so close I could smell smoke on him and something metallic. His hand slowly reached out and slid under my shirt. He caressed my belly with such care that it startled me. The baby must have sensed him because it kicked once, then twice. His hand stopped and he smiled. He looked down at my belly with a smile and I could feel just how possessively happy he was.
“I have never sired had children,” he admitted, then stopped as if that wasn’t true at all. “I have no heirs, is what I mean.”
I wondered if he’d gotten someone pregnant before. He was an old, old demon. Most demons had whole legions of descendants. It was weird that he didn’t. I didn’t care, that was his problem. I was tired and tired of being scared. His hand was so large and strong. Rough against the smooth, soft skin of my belly. I’d done everything I could to keep it that way to avoid stretch marks. His breath was hot on my neck and I remembered the last time I felt him this close, when he had me on the ground in the woods. Suddenly his hand on my belly felt like he was bragging, taunting me. Admiring his handiwork.
“How did your family react when you told them?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I didn’t. I haven’t told anyone.”
“Why?” he asked, getting mad. “Do you think your own child is beneath you?”
“I think I’m tired and I don’t know what to tell people.”
“Tell them the truth,” he said, in a much kinder voice. “I can lift the curse. If you understand now, if you’re ready. Tell them that this is my doing and this is my child.” He pulled me to him and made circles on my belly, pressing a little, feeling the little demon inside me, his heir. He was so fucking pleased with himself and i hated him for it. “You will need somewhere to go, someone to care for you, now that you’re getting so far along. I have wealth above and below. You would want for nothing.”
There’s some stupid saying that pride goeth before the fall or something. That’s wrong. Pride is what makes you fall in the first place. It wasn’t so much his looks anymore. It was my pride. My anger. How dare he think he could do this to me and expect me to thank him? To be grateful to have some demon spawn in my belly, some spawn I’d have no way to explain to my parents to people around me.
How dare he think he could break me so easy. I thought about it. Maybe I could hide it all the way. Maybe I could find somewhere to pop the thing out and hand it over and be done. I’d made it this far being careful.
“Why in the world would I be proud of this?” I demanded.
“You have nothing but conceit in you,” he said. He took his hand away and stepped back. “If you do not want to claim me, then so be it. You may make your own way and care for my heir as best you can. You may sleep on the streets and forage in garbage. So long as my heir is not harmed, I will do nothing to help you. And I doubt anyone else will, either. You have not really tasted rejection and desperation yet, but you will.”
Valefax wasn’t lying. He never lies.
I didn’t prepare my parents for the shock they were about to get. I flew back home for the holidays, and when I got off the airplane, I waited for them by baggage claim. At first they smiled and then they got closer. They saw the round swell of my stomach that I couldn’t hide. On my thin frame - made thinner by not eating - it was all too obvious what had happened.
Their perfect daughter had gone to a perfect college and gotten herself perfectly knocked up. The accusations in their eyes were clear. Slut. Ingrate. Trash. Suddenly I was just one of those girls. Those slutty, trashy girls who get pregnant because they can’t keep their legs together or figure out birth control.
We didn’t say a word on the drive home. I sat in the backseat and felt how much they hated me. How I’d disappointed them by letting any guy in the world sleep with me. Only I didn’t. A demon in a forest put his firstborn heir inside of me. I tried to fight him, I didn’t want it to happen. But it did and there I was and I couldn’t change it. I knew they’d blame me for that, too. For even being there, for doing witchcraft. They’d say I’d been asking for it and I deserved to be ravished by a hideous demon.
Suddenly, I wished Valefax was with me. I didn’t know why, but I thought it would make me feel better. If he was there, my parents would be so small. What were they compared to a Prince of the Dark Fire? I wondered if he would say anything to them once the name calling and yelling started. I wondered if he’d tell them they were even worse or if he’d just agree that I was trash.
When we got home, my dad looked at me like I was filth. My mom said, “Lift up your shirt.”
I felt like crying when I pulled up my sweater and revealed my pregnancy to them. I couldn’t look them in the eye. I wanted to beg them not to hate me for it.
“Who did it?” my father asked. “I wanna know what son of a bitch did this.”
I shook my head and whispered. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” he demanded. He got in my face. “You can’t what?”
I pulled my shirt down and hugged my belly. It was weird but I feared him in a way I didn’t even fear Valefax. “I can’t tell you.”
“Why can’t you?”
I couldn’t tell my father because Valefax was a demon and my father may not have practiced witchcraft, but he wouldn’t be above calling a patron of his own and asking for Valefax’s head on a platter.
“Because I don’t know,” I lied. Tears fell down my cheek.
“What, did you change your major to Slut Studies?” he asked and he slapped me so hard it knocked me to my knees. I stayed on the floor sobbing as they both walked away from me. One hand covered my face and one hand covered my belly. The baby inside kicked and kicked.
My parents didn’t talk to me for days. When they did it, it wasn’t a talk. It was them telling me how they were gonna clean up the mess. And I was the mess. They had the same instinct I did: hide it. So far, nobody knew. I kept it hidden at school, and they’d just keep doing the same. Only at home. I wasn’t going back to school for the next semester. I was confined to the house until the baby way born. After that, the baby and I would never be welcome near them again. They’d tell people I’d gone missing, they’d tell people eventually that I died.
They kept me locked down like a prisoner. I wasn’t allowed out of my room unless they told me I was. They didn’t want to risk someone coming over and seeing me and my pregnant belly waddling around the house. My parents always had people over, their fake rich friends. I’d hear them downstairs, laughing fake laughs, drinking, making fun of all those inferior people in the world.
I’d listen to my parents lie about me being back at school and making good grades. They gave the same monologue to anyone who asked. A script. Like all the other scripts that ran our lives. I realized that I’d spent most of my life just doing what I we were supposed to do so people would think well of me and my family.
So I couldn’t help but listen by the door and rub my growing belly. I enjoyed thinking that all I had to do was step out of the room and go down stairs and their pretty little world would just shatter. They were living in terror of it. When I thought about the demon in my belly being a way to tell my parents what fake shits they were, I liked it. I’d look at how big I’d gotten, I’d feel the thing kicking in me and I liked it.
Which is exactly when Valefax decided to show back up.

PART THREE
CAPTIVE
Valefax came back two weeks after I’d returned home and been locked up in my room. Literally. I’d become big enough that I couldn’t hide my pregnancy. Anyone who saw me would know, for certain, I was carrying. So they’d put a padlock on my door, and only unlocked it to give me food, take laundry in and out, and occasionally tell me how much they hated me. And the thing inside me.
He appeared out of thin air in my room. The first time he did it, it scared the shit out of me. I screamed and backed into a corner, and my hands covered my pregnant belly on instinct. When I realized it was him I let out a big breath. He grinned.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked, keeping my voice low. I didn’t want my parents or anyone else coming in and seeing him there.
“I came to see if you had changed your mind, but I see that you’re still as convinced as ever that it would shameful for you to admit that a thing like me even touched you. Your dedication to your own narcissism is impressive. Most people don’t hold onto their vanity as long as you have.”
I sat down on my bed and even though Valefax still scared me, even though I was trembling, I said, “Fuck you.”
Valefax tilted his head. He sounded so shocked I’d talked back to him. “What did you say to me?”
“I said: fuck you. You don’t know anything about me. You don’t know what this is like. And maybe I’m shallow, but you’re a vindictive asshole who did this to me because you can’t handle having your delicate little feelings hurt.”
“Be careful. You seem to forget who you’re talking to.”
“What? You gonna give me a good bitch slapping? Got one of those already, thanks.”
Valefax’s face changed. He was angry, but not at me. “Who?”
“Don’t worry. It didn’t hurt your precious little spawn. So did you come here for something or did you just want to make my life more miserable?”
Valefax came to the bed and reached down. I twitched in fear, expecting him to hit me. He looked at me like I really had hurt his feelings by recoiling. Not saying a word, he lifted his wings so he could sit on the bed beside me.
“Show me,” he commanded, quietly.
I lifted my shirt above my belly to show him how much it had grown. He put his hand to my stomach and rubbed a slow circle over it. A show of ownership, domination, pride. His touch was hot as hellfire, but it didn’t burn me. It just made me very, very aware of him and his power. He stopped just long enough to push me gently down onto my back. He leaned over me and kissed my stomach. Over and over his lips and his hands seemed to worship my belly. He nuzzled into it, laid his cheek against it. I breathed slower, relaxed a little. He had what he wanted for the moment.
The little demon inside me kicked hard, I saw a hand press up against the inside of me. Valefax held my belly a little tighter, his palm massaging the underside of it.
“So strong,” he muttered. “Growing so much.”
“Yeah.” I closed my eyes and eased my body, which ached from being locked up and from carrying the weight of his child inside me. My leg brushed against his and my knee against something hard that was not his leg. At all.
“Once you give birth to my heir, you will see how wrong you are. You will beg me to break the curse. I will be gracious, I will give you plenty more,” he promised, kissing from the top of the mound of my stomach to the belly button that had popped outwards.
“You’re getting hard, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Yes,” he admitted, without shame or compunction.
“If you’re going to force yourself in me again, at least let me get a towel first,” I said, feeling as bitter as I sounded.
“Are you still so disgusted by me, after everything? You think you would need to clean yourself afterward?”
“The towel’s for the blood. That’s what sex with you is like, that’s what you do. You make the other person bleed.”
“No. Not usually. You were a virgin and I was not careful. I do not cause my lovers to bleed.”
I laughed for a second. “Lovers? You have lovers?”
He sat up quickly. “You believe nobody would willingly come to me? You think that I must always force myself onto someone?”
I had to move awkwardly to sit up again so I could pull my shirt down. “The only thing I know about you sexually is that after you’re done, I’m bleeding on the ground and pregnant. But hey, I’m sure you’ve got ‘em lined up down the block. You’re the fuckin’ Casanova of the Underworld.”
“Do you really wish to mock me?”
“I really do.” I said and I gave him a snarky little smile. “I can’t fight you and win, but I can make sure you this isn’t fun for you. So you just look at me. There’s things you can’t take, no matter how many times you hump me like a dog in the woods.”
Valefax gave me a narrow eyed look and turned his back and left.
He came back the next day and I knew he wanted the same thing. He didn’t bother to ask, but I knew. I lifted my shirt and laid back. He caressed my belly slow and for a long time. He kissed it, I even felt his hot wet tongue against my skin. It gave me goosebumps and something in between my legs throbbed with sudden need. My breasts ached to be touched, my nipples felt so tender and in need of pinching, pulling, sucking. I wasn’t happy, but I was calm when he did this.
“Do you want a girl spawn or a boy spawn?” I asked him.
He lifted his head. “Never say that word again.”
“Spawn,” I said, right away. He glared at me. I gave him a shrug. “What are you gonna do to me? You can’t get me anymore pregnant, you can’t hurt me without hurting this.” I put my hands on my stomach. “You really gonna rape me while your baby’s inside? That what you want your heir to feel? Daddy violating Mommy?”
He stood up and looked like he wanted to put his fist through a wall. “So long as you manage not to fail at something even a cow can do and keep my heir healthy, I could not care less about the sex of it.”
I pretended to be smiling and smug until he disappeared. Then I curled up on the bed and started crying because I was hormonal and Valefax was the only person I had to talk to. Because I felt like an animal. Like a cow being bred. Penned up, not really a person anymore. I was just a thing. A problem to my parents, a possession to Valefax, an incubator to the thing inside me.
Sometimes I could only pace back and forth in my room, holding my sore back. I felt restless. I could even sit or rest when I was so tired. My belly had gotten so big now that I only had one pair of stretchy pants and one teeshirt that fit me, but barely. Having only those clothes was another way to take things from me, punish me.
It was another way Valefax didn’t even have to be in the room to win. I constantly replayed in my mind what had happened in the woods. I had nothing but time to think of all the things in my life that were gone now or would be soon. My body would never be the same. I wouldn’t get to finish college. I would be disowned by my parents. My friends had all drifted away because I hadn’t seen them in what felt like forever. I couldn’t avoid seeing and feeling my stomach. My body had swelled and stretched. My hips were so sore, because they were getting ready. Every day he owned my body a little more completely, because it obeyed his command. Even if he’d given that command months ago.
And I couldn’t do anything about it.
It didn’t help that I was ravenously hungry and my parents sometimes forgot to give me meals. Or maybe they didn’t.
Valefax came back again and again. He wanted the same thing every time. He wanted to feel my belly, he wanted to really appreciate his work and my misery. It got him hard, so hard. Whenever he left, I could see his erection through his pants. One day when he came, I laid back, lifted my shirt and started crying.
“Is something the matter? Is the child all right?” he asked me, very worried as he put his hand delicately on my stomach.
I turned my face away. “It’s fine. Just do what you came here to do.”
“I want to know why you are crying.”
“Do you care or are you just curious?” I asked, petulantly as I could as I rolled onto my side, away from him. He sat there, waiting for an answer. “Fine, you wanna know? I’m crying because I hate this, I hate it so much! If I’d known that you’d make my life hell, I’d never have gone in those fucking woods ever!” I sobbed. “Why didn’t you just kill me? I hate this. Sometimes I think I should just do it myself.”
“That is not what you want to do.”
“Yes, it is.”
“This is beyond vanity,” he said and his voice really scared me even though he was deathly quiet. “What is it that so disgusts you that you would rather die and take my heir with you?”
“It’s not that. I don’t want to hurt it, but I can’t take it anymore!” I cried. “I’m not even a person anymore. I don’t even get to have clothes or food when I want to or go outside. I’m just in a cage and I’m a cow like you said. You said it would happen and it did.”
He laid down behind me and his wing draped over me and he put his hand over my belly. He didn’t say anything, he just stayed there until I stopped crying so hard. Then he left and I didn’t know what to make of it.
Until he came back that night with a bunch of shopping bags in one hand and a couple of styrofoam take out containers. I took in one breath and I smelled the hot food inside. It smelled like warm juicy meat and maybe potatoes or something. My mouth watered. I looked at him and immediately became afraid that he’d brought that only to taunt me, to eat it while I watched.
My stomach growled.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, standing up, looking at the containers in his hand. “You want me to do something and then you’ll let me have some of that, right? You can touch me anywhere you want. I’ll give you a blowjob, I’m good at those.”
I didn’t care if I sounded like an utter slut. I was that hungry. My parents had forgotten (maybe) to give me two meals in a row.
He looked really sad and he handed me the containers. “The only thing you need to do is eat.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. I grabbed them and opened the top one. A giant burger, well done, with french fries. It smelled like heaven and it tasted even better. I didn’t care if I looked like a giant pregnant pig, it was just so good.
“Oh my god, this is the best fucking thing I’ve ever eaten.” I talked with my mouthful. I freed one hand to point at my belly. “He says thank you, too. Where did you get these fries, holy shit, these are so good.”
Valefax just sat in a chair and waited while I ate and thanked him over and over again. Especially when I saw the second container had dessert in it. Half of a pie. It was so good and sticky and sweet. I licked my fingers and my lips and then I looked and saw that Valefax was smiling.
“I am glad to see that you are pleased.”
“I’m better than pleased. For this, you can put it in my ass if you want. I’m not even joking, just lube me up and get in it.”
He smiled. “I also brought these.” He lifted up one of the shopping bags. I licked my fingers clean again and went to see what was in it.
“What are these?” I looked inside. Clothes. Really, really nice clothes. I took a dress out of the bag and looked at it. It was so pretty. And my favorite color. Immediately, I bust into a flood of embarrassing tears.
“Are they not to your liking?” he asked, somewhat afraid. Apparently crying pregnant women scare even bad ass demons the way mice scare elephants.
I lost myself in that moment of gratitude. I threw myself at him, arms around his neck. “Thank you! It’s amazing!” I said, leaning into him as much as I could with my belly between us. I sniffled. “Also, you have really good taste in women’s clothing.”
He laughed.
I should’ve realized what a good deal I was getting. Valefax, a prince of the Dark Fire, came at least three times a day to bring me food. And anything else I asked for. He always touched my belly, he always took time to feel it, kiss it, stroke it. I started to look forward to that. Valefax wasn’t half bad as company went. He could be funny sometimes in a weird way, like I wouldn’t know he’d just made a joke until a second after. He even started to teach me a few things about witchcraft and brought me some books.
As I got bigger and bigger, touching my belly got him more and more excited. To the point where he’d go into the bathroom and I’d hear him getting himself off, panting and grunting and jacking himself off really hard until I heard that noise. The noise he made when he came. It sounded like he cumming so hard his brains were gonna come out of his dick. When he came out of the bathroom, he looked only barely relieved, as if that had just taken the edge off.
I realized one day as he came out of the bathroom that even though I hated that he’d done to this to me and the way he did it, I didn’t mind it so much. I realized I had some power now, because he wanted me. I could make him hard. I could probably drive him crazy if I wanted. I liked thinking of the demon in my belly as something that made me strong. I even liked thinking about how wrong it was in some ways. I was carrying a demon’s rape baby. I wasn’t a nice little college girl anymore. I couldn’t be. But I didn’t want to be.
One day, when I was just past my due date, I decided to test my power since I wouldn’t be pregnant for much longer. I asked him if he could bring some clothes for me, and he didn’t think anything about it. But this time, when I went to try them on, I didn’t go into the bathroom. I pulled off my shirt right there in front of him. Immediately, his eyes locked onto my belly and then my breasts. They’d gotten so big. I used to be a b-cup. No more.
I had something he wanted and not just the thing inside. I decided to keep going. Because I could.
I went to him and asked, casually, “I can’t quite reach, could you take off my bra?”
The look on his face was priceless. The unbridled lust and the way he tried to control it made me smile big. Ha. He could call me arrogant, shallow, a bitch. But I was the arrogant, shallow bitch that he got hard for.
His hands moved slowly over my shoulders, his claws were cool and sharp and he was so very careful about them. He took off my bra, unhooking it. I let it slide off of me, onto the floor. The baby kicked a big strong kick inside me, something it hadn’t stopped doing for about a month.
I took his hand and put it on my stomach. “Do you feel that? He’s so strong in there, growing so fast, so big.”
Valefax let out a breath and shuddered like he was gonna die from being so turned on. He rubbed my belly and pressed up against me. He was hard like an iron pipe. I took his other hand and put it on my breast, just below his mark on me. “Aren’t they so heavy? Sensitive, too. The littlest touch drives me crazy. Sometimes I can barely wear a shirt at all. So much milk already. I hope it’s enough when he gets here. You wouldn’t be bothered by that, would you? I mean, watching him feed from me, right here.” I put my hand over his, made him squeeze my tit a little harder.
“H-him?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” I said, sounding innocent, but smirking. “It’s a boy. I did a spell. Can you feel your son inside me, kicking?”
Valefax groaned, squeezed even more. “I know what game you are playing, witch. I know what you are attempting to do to me?”
“What could I do to you?” I asked and I couldn’t even try to sound all that innocent anymore. “I’m locked in here, I’m half naked, I’m so big and pregnant, I could pop any day now. I’m practically helpless right now. You could do anything to me. Anything.”
He groaned and rubbed his cock up against my ass. “Not the one thing I want. Not yet.” He let go of me and stepped away. “Very soon, I will.”
I turned around. “What do you mean?”
“You still cannot break the curse. You are still not ready.” He got on his knees before me and kissed my belly. Not with his usual lust and need, but something kind of sad. Like he was sorry, maybe. I didn’t understand it. He kissed me, got up, and disappeared.
He was right. Even though I’d come to like him in many ways, if that door opened, I’d have run to the other side of the room. I would have denied knowing him in front of my parents. I would have been mortified if anyone looked at my belly and realized he’d been the one to do that to me. He was right, I still hadn’t learned. I was still holding onto my pride, and that was exactly how I’d lose my dignity.
Just as Valefax disappeared, I had my first contraction. It hurt like nothing I’d ever felt. I held onto my belly and dropped to my knees on the floor from the pain. Panic came over me, because not only had I gone into labor, but at the worst possible time.

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(June 25, 2020, 7:58 am)nzceo Thank you so much! Do you have any of the other parts by any chance?

Of course.  Just pacing things out.

PART FOUR
THE ARRIVAL
In an attempt to keep impressing all their country club friends, my parents had decided to throw some big party. The house was packed with people they wanted to impress. My parents had made it clear that I was not to try to leave my room or in anyway tip anyone off that I was there. They didn’t care that I was hugely pregnant and could go at anytime. They weren’t about to take risks. They were so close to pulling it off: hiding me and the fact that I was knocked up. They even made sure my window couldn’t be opened.
As if I’d dive out of my second story window just expose them and let their society friends know that their daughter was a slutty, knocked up coed. And a slutty, knocked up coed they’d lied about the whole time.
Not that I wanted to be seen. I was so huge, and the thought of being seen by anyone who’d known me when I was thin and a virgin still scared me. How could this not degrade me in their eyes?
I still felt wrecked, taken over. Forever altered by the child Valefax forced in me.
So when I dropped to the floor with the agony of that first searing contraction, I could help but hate him all over again. He’d burdened me with this hideous spawn and now came the worst part.
I’d had cramps before, but this was so much worse. It wasn’t just my belly, it was my back, my hips. I panted through it, wincing hard and turning on my side on the floor. It was worse than I’d imagined, and worse than if I’d been having a human baby. Labor with a human baby built up, with long intervals between contractions. Birthing a demon last as long, but it started hard and only got harder.
I only had a minute or two until my next contraction. I tried to get on my knees, rub my back. I held my belly, pressing down where the pulling, tearing, stabbing feeling was worst. It didn’t help the pain at all. I couldn’t do anything but fight to breathe and not to scream. I had hours of this to look forward to. I knew I couldn’t make noise. Who knows what my parents would do if I was heard?
I paced, groaning, arching my back, holding my stomach. I squirmed, writhed. I didn’t think I’d survive another minute, but I didn’t have a choice. Each time I felt the pain creeping up again, my heart raced with a new jolt of terror.
My mom was the one who unlocked the door, a couple of hours after Valefax was gone. She found me on the floor, sweating and groaning as softly as I could manage.
“Mom, I’m - uhhhn - I’m in labor,” I grunted out, raising my head and gritting my teeth to silence the cry of pain at my next contraction.
My mom looked at me like she’d seen a dead rat. “How long?”
“Maybe two hours. I don’t know, it hurts so much, help me, ple - hnnnnn!”
“Two hours, that’s nothing,” she said, coldly. “The caterers are starting to show up. Don’t let anyone hear you. After the party, we’ll call someone to get it out of you.”
“It hurts so much,” I whimpered, throwing my head back as another sharp pain started in my lower belly and spread.
“Good. It’s about time you faced the consequences of what you’ve done,” she said and closed the door behind her. I heard the click of the lock and started to cry. I was on my own.
I tried to breathe through the next pain, and the ones after that. I silently tried to call for Valefax, but he didn’t answer. He’d abandoned me, too. When laying hurt too much, I sat, and when I stood and I paced back and forth. I waddled from one side of my room to the other, holding my stomach. I was practically hyperventilating. I didn’t know how much longer it would be or how much more I could take. I prayed I could last until after that party or that Valefax would hear me whispering and chanting his name.
I hated him with each moment that he didn’t answer. Every pain reminded me of the feeling of Valefax’s hand on my belly, squeezing. It reminded me of the forest nine months ago. The feeling of my hips being spread too far apart reminded me of how it felt when he rammed into me that first time. I heard his deep, savage voice telling me to remember the moment he’d done tis to me. It was happening all over again, I’d lost control. He didn’t even need to be in the room. My body still obeyed him and couldn’t stop. It had to bring this new demon into the world. My pain and fear didn’t matter. I didn’t matter. I was just a body, a womb, a vessel.
It was torture. He tortured me without even being there. I couldn’t scream or groan too loudly. I had to keep my suffering to myself. I stuffed socks in my mouth to bite down on to muffle the noises I made each time it hurt. Every time the pain came, I just had to take it. Like I’d had to take Valefax. Each contraction a reminder of his power and dominance, of how small I was to him.
I listened to people arriving, and the music from downstairs. I was screaming through the socks in my mouth. I watched my own laboring belly move. It squeezed in on itself, so tightly it changed change shape. The sight of it made me cry. I could only think that I wanted it to stop so badly. The horror of knowing I was giving birth to his child made it worse. A demon was going to come out of me. Something like Valefax had been inside me growing and it was coming now.
If the contractions were bad, feeling its head move into place was pure hell. So much pressure to go with the pain. Hour after hour passed, it was moving down, heavy and too huge. I sat on the toilet for a while, panties off, hoping the position would help. I lost track of time, of anything but the pain, the horror, and the fear of thinking I might give birth all alone. I might have to birth Valefax’s heir all by myself.
When my mother unlocked the door, I was so grateful. I was on all fours, socks back in my mouth. I took the socks out. “I think I’m about to - ghhhh! ahhhhhnnnn! hnhnnhhuhhnn! - gonna have the baby!” I rocked back and forth. “Help me.”
“Has your water broken?” she asked, with no sympathy at all. She looked as if it offended her even have to ask me or care.
“Don’t think - uhnnn - so,” I said mid-contraction. It ended, just for a moment and I breathed hard and fast, desperate like an animal. Then another contraction came.
“Stop whining. You’re probably not even half way there, you’re just being weak,” she said and just left.
I pulled myself up onto the edge of my bed and sat with my legs spread wide open. The pressure inside made it impossible for me to close my legs. I started to feel like if I could just make the thing inside me move, it would help. But I didn’t want to have the baby right there in my room, alone. That seemed like the worst possible fate.
I slid off the bed, onto my knees. I held the bottom of my hanging, laboring belly with both hands and threw my head back. Inside me, the baby moved on its own and my body wanted to help it along. The pressure got so much worse. I wanted sit back on my heels and press down.
Finally, I couldn’t stop myself. I had to push. Dizzy, sweating, half delirious with pain, I pushed for the first time. The pain inside me got sharp and burning, but I couldn’t quit. Not until the contraction ended. I was shaking so hard, my skin clammy. I couldn’t hold out until the party ended. I fought the next urge to push. It was the single most physically agonizing thing I’ve ever done. Not pushing was something worse than hell. The contractions now ran into one another, mere seconds apart.
I went to all fours as I heard the door lock click. Both of my parents came in the room and they watched me as I rocked back on my heels and curled into my low hanging belly. I had to.
“Please,” I gasped. “It’s coming. It’s gonna come out, please help me.”
My womb clenched tight again and my father pointed at me as if he’d kill me if I pushed or screamed. “Don’t push. Now get it together. We’re going to sneak you through the kitchen and into the car. You can have it there for all I care. But not in this house.”
I couldn’t do anything but nod. They picked me up roughly, grabbing my arms and getting me to my feet. My knees buckled and they yanked me to standing again. There was no gentleness or kindness in the way they walked me to the stairs that went to the back of the kitchen. They tried to hide me, standing on either side of me as if their bodies could shield me from the eyes of others. As if the sight of their daughter about to give birth could be hidden.
I realized as we went down the stairs that I wasn’t gonna make it. I could barely walk at all when we got to the kitchen.
A contraction came and I threw back my head and groaned loud. “I think the head’s gonna…oh god.”
They let go of me and I dropped to my knees. The impact was enough to break my water. It splashed all over the kitchen tile, dripping from me as I panted through that awful, mind numbing pain. I had to push, I didn’t have a choice. I grabbed onto the edge of the kitchen table to hold myself up. In the all too brief space between contractions, I started to cry. I felt as pathetic and scared as I ever had.
The head moved down and my cunt burned like fire. Worse than fire. It was all I could do to push as I pulled up the hem of my maternity dress.
My belly clenched tight and I gritted my teeth. “It’s gonna come out!” I screamed, holding on to the edge of the table. “Please help me!”
“No, don’t you dare squeeze that thing out in here! Get yourself together and get into the car right now or I swear to God!” my father yelled at me.
The door swung open and somebody gasped. I looked up to see that people had come into the kitchen to find out what was the matter. All those respectable country club friends of my parents, the caterers, all of them stood there, shocked and disgusted and watching it happen. I sobbed and put my head down because I couldn’t handle seeing their eyes. They were all watching me, humiliated and defeated, forced to give birth. Valefax had done this to me, and they were going to watch and see just how much he’d ruined me. Getting to have the baby alone in my room seemed like paradise compared to this.
The worst contraction I’d ever had came. Everything hurt. My cunt was stretched, burning and the pressure was as unbearable as the pain.
“I’m so sorry daddy!” I sobbed. “The baby’s coming out!” Then I screamed and pushed with everything I had.
It came out of me so quickly, yet felt like an eternity as the head, the face, the ears stretched me and passed through. I let out a huge grunting scream, taken with so much pain I almost blacked out. I wasn’t nearly stretched enough. I tore as it passed through me and gushed out of me, onto the floor with water and blood afterward. I hurt so much I couldn’t move or think. I raised my head. All those people stared. Some looked like they might vomit, others looked like they might laugh at me or my parents.
I had never felt so degraded, defeated. Valefax had forced me to something worse than I could’ve imagined. He might as well have been displaying me. Displaying his property, his breeding bitch there on her knees with his demon baby between her legs, beginning to cry. I couldn’t bring myself to look down at first. I just sobbed, and wished neither of us had been born.
“A demon?” my father said, looking at it with pure contempt. “You spread your legs for a filthy fucking demon!”
I hung my head and couldn’t answer that question. I just cried. “I’m so sorry.”
“Get that thing out of my house before I smother it,” he said. “And you.”
“Please, I can’t.”
“Get up or I will kill it right now.”
He meant it. I heard it in his voice. He really, really meant it. So did my mother by the look in her eyes. Every part of me was shaking, my muscles hurt, I didn’t even know if I could pick the baby up. I looked down. It was huge, much larger than any newborn human I’d ever seen. It had tiny little nubs of horns on it’s head and little wings that were wet and stuck to it’s body. It was also a boy. I picked it up and held it to my chest. It stopped crying. I don’t know how I managed to get to my feet, but I did.
I walked with slow steps, almost limping, dripping the remnants of the birth. The cord and afterbirth were still inside. I walked out the back door, people watching. I cried more than the baby did. Someone held the door for me, but that was all the help I got. The others just stared at the hideous spectacle of it. I kept going, through the yard, to the driveway.
Suddenly all the lights went out. I couldn’t see the house anymore. My belly clenched and I went down to a knee. “No, please,” I gasped.
“Lillith.”
I looked up. Valefax was there, standing in front of me, looking down.
“I - I had the b-baby,” I sobbed. “In - in the kitchen. I’m s-so sorry.” My stomach contracted again. “Oww owww owww!”
“Shh, shh,” he said softly. He crouched down and reached toward me. I gasped. I held the baby even closer and shook my head, a silent plea for him not to hurt me. “Shh. The cord,” he said. He reached out and pinched the cord. His fingers glowed orange with heat, cauterizing it and then severing it.
“H-he’s a boy.” I offered the baby to him. “I had him in the - the…” I heard Valefax sniffle and thought it was funny that a bad ass demon like him would get emotional. I saw black spots in front of my vision. “In the kitchen, didn’t mean to…oww oww! Hnngghh, it hurts I can’t, I can’t!”
I pressed down, chin to chest, and the afterbirth came out of me, finally. I looked up at Valefax and then passed out at his feet.

SECOND DARKNESS

I woke up in hell. Literally. Valefax had taken me and the thing I’d just birthed to one of his underworld palaces. When I became conscious again, I found myself in a big bed.
My nipples and breasts were throbbing with pain, with desperation to feed. My stomach, my ass, my hips felt sorer than I’d ever thought possible. My cunt was numbed, thankfully.
I sat up and saw Valefax in a chair by the bed, reading and waiting. I groaned softly, trying to sit up when my tired abused muscles wanted me to lay still.
I remembered what had happened and a sudden fear hit me. What if something had happened to the baby, to Valefax’s firstborn son? I didn’t think he’d forgive me for that.
“Where is it?” I asked. “Did something happen?”
He put down his giant tome of dark magic and turned to the door. “Bring him to me!” he called to someone just outside the door. Then he told me, “No. Nothing’s happened to Cadriax.”
“Cadriax?” I asked.
“Yes. That is our son’s name. It can be shortened to Cade, which is an acceptable name in the above world. I thought that would please you, that he could blend in.”
I remembered seeing the wings and the fangs and the nubs of horns, and the gray skin too. “I don’t think it’s his name that’s gonna be the problem,” I commented.
“You mock your own son because he is not pretty enough for you?” he asked, deeply offended.
The kid wasn’t mine. He was Valefax’s. He’d never been mine or part of me. Just an extension of his Valefax’s anger with me, just a tool by which to torment me for nine long months and then for the longest, most excruciating night of my life. “He’s not my son. He’s yours. And that’s not what I meant. I just meant that he’s like you. He can’t go walking around in the upper world without people noticing, okay?”
Valefax stood up so quickly it scared me. He glared down his nose at me. “I am being quite generous at this moment, because you have given me a healthy son. But I am not pleased with you, Lillith. You will not claim him after you shamed him at his birth by delivering him on a kitchen floor, squealing like a pig while your betters watched you in disgust. That is not fit for the dignity of a Prince of the Dark Fire.”
His words stung. I’d never seen him cruel before, not like this. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. I tried to get out of the house, but I couldn’t. He was coming and I had to! It just happened!” I felt tears sting my eyes.
“It happened because you were so unwilling to admit whose baby you carried that you stayed in your room until the last minute. I’ve taught you spells, you could have gotten out. But you didn’t want to.”
One of Valefax’s servants came into the room with the baby just then. He looked even bigger than when he was born. I couldn’t believe I’d managed to push him out at all.
“Nurse him,” Valefax ordered. His eyes were dangerous. Part of me wanted to fight him, make him pay. But I knew I didn’t have the strength just then. So I pulled up the soft cotton shirt I’d be dressed in and exposed my breasts. They were already leaking. Valefax nodded, the servant handed the baby to me.
I only had to get him near my tit for Cade to latch on and suckle greedily. The servant left with a bow and closed the door behind him. Valefax sat down and watched as his son fed from me. I couldn’t tell what the dark look on his face meant. He watched me in complete silence the entire time. I looked down at Cade. It wasn’t a warm fuzzy moment like in movies and diaper commercials. He wasn’t a cute little baby. He looked scary. He looked live Valefax. He’d grow up to be dangerous one day, people would fear him, obey him.
That actually made me a little proud. To think of his enemies and know their destruction came from me. It was a powerful feeling. I wondered how many other women could even handle carrying him much less giving birth to him. He sucked so greedily from me he took from both breasts.
When he was done, I held him and asked Valefax, “What now?”
“You are still not prepared to break the curse.”
“No,” I replied, honestly.
“Then I cannot acknowledge you as consort or as his mother. Which would seem to please you. You will remain to nurse him so long as he needs it. If it is of any comfort to you, demons have a very short childhood. He will be weaned within a few weeks,” Valefax informed me. “During that time, you are merely my servant and a wet nurse. You will sleep on the floor with the other servants. When you are not nursing you will work to earn your keep. Your food will carefully portioned for you, so that you do not eat in excess. You will not be allowed any distractions such as television or phones or even books. And you are not to become too friendly with any others here. Should you find yourself distracted or unable to work, your portions will be adjusted so that you are not burdened with too much energy from too much food.”
Beneath the ice cold cruelty in his eyes, I saw fiery rage. He didn’t think I was inferior. He was just pissed because I still hadn’t given in. Inwardly, I smiled. Maybe I had lost everything, but he hadn’t won anything. That felt worth it.
I handed the baby to Valefax and like that, we were back to hating. I didn’t realize until that moment that I wanted something else. I felt a little sad and I wished I could have back the Valefax that worshipped my belly and jacked off in my bathroom after I got him riled up.
So, I did what Valefax commanded. I slept on the floor, I ate only enough to keep my milk going. When I wasn’t nursing, I cleaned on my hands and knees, I washed laundry, whatever thing I was ordered to do by the head matron. The other servants were wary of me. I didn’t know if they knew I was the one who’d given birth to Cade or not. I tried to be nice to them. I couldn’t be friends, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to at least be polite.
I learned quickly that the palace was busy, and Valefax had people wanting his attention all the time. Generals and advisors and accountants from hell (and Earth). Other demons wanting favors. Some of his brothers now and then.
I knew just from listening that Valefax had gone to war with one of his brothers, Mazranon, because something had shifted in the underworld and suddenly people had reason to want to ally with Valefax or fight him. Yet, with all this chaos, he came to watch me feed Cade at least once a day. Sometimes twice.
We didn’t talk. He just watched. Some times, he looked smug and pleased with himself, like the sight of me feeding the son he’d forced me to bear proved something. Sometimes he looked a bit sad. Many times, he looked desperately, hungrily turned on by the sight of me, tits out, feeding his heir. I could practically see his thoughts. He thought of how he’d pinned me to the ground and forced a baby in me, then watched as it grew inside me against my will, relishing all the pain it caused me, and now my body still obeyed him. It still gave milk to feed his son.
I noticed as time went on and Cade grew at an alarming rate, that the mood in palace changed. Everyone got serious and worried all the time. Like everyone was preparing for something to happen.
One day, I broke the silence of his watching me and asked him about it. I was surprised when he answered without any anger towards me.
He simply replied, “There is conflict in the underworld. My brothers are divided and at war now. Both sides have courted me for an alliance, but no matter which I choose, it will be a difficult and dangerous undertaking. I will be the first they seek to cripple.”
“Why?”
“Because I have the largest army of any individual prince, the most abundant resources. They did not fear me before, but now that I have become the best placed to ascend to the throne and wield the Dark Fire myself, lines have been drawn.”
I found this fascinating. “What made them fear you?”
Valefax pointed to his son. “I had no heir,. A prince of the Dark Fire is judged by the number and deeds of his heirs. In less than five years, Cadriax will be fully capable of taking my place should I fall. I will see that he is greater in all things than even I. He is the terror of the underworld in many ways. Before him, I was as your people put it ‘a sleeping giant’.”
I looked down at Cadriax. He was flexing one of his tiny wings, trying to hit me in the face. “Hey, hey. Watch the face, little terror,” I said to him and gently pushed the wing away with a laugh. “So what are you going to do?” I asked. I looked up.
Valefax appeared devastated. “I am…” he stopped talking. “Do you still hate him?”
“I never hated him.”
“You said he wasn’t yours.”
“Because he’s yours. Everything about him is you you you. Once he doesn’t need to nurse, I’m irrelevant.”
“You could still care for him, teach him.”
“Teach him what? I only know the stuff you taught me before he was born. That’s like a couple of spells and some potions out of a book. He’s the frickin’ terror of the underworld. He’s gonna need to know how to do big spells and kill and rule stuff.”
Valefax seemed confused. “This matters to you? That he is able to do these things?”
“Yeah. If carried this kid for nine months, of course I want that. I want him to own the damn underworld and make people piss their pants when he looks at them funny. I want him to be the smartest, baddest assed kid in demon school.” I looked down at him. “I can’t make any of that happen. Like you said, I’m an embarrassment for him. Who wants to hear that their mom squeezed them out on the kitchen floor? But, you know, he’s not my kid. He’s yours. He doesn’t have to be embarrassed about you and you can give him things. Like, private schools. And private armies.”
Valefax smiled for a second. I did, too. Then he looked at me and I didn’t know what he was thinking. He simply got up and walked out before Cade was finished. He’d never done that before.
The next day the big shocker came. Valefax summoned me to his private chambers. He sat on this big throne like chair and looked really extra dark and dangerous. Wings out and everything.
“Your service is at an end, Lillith,” he said to me, so formal and distant. “Cade has grown sufficiently. He no longer needs the breast.”
I nodded as it hit me what that meant. “Oh,” I said, very quietly. “Okay. So what happens now?”
“You will leave here and return to your own world.”
“Why?”
“Because I am your lord and patron and I say so. Is that not enough?” he snapped.
I nodded. “Of course. Sorry. Not trying to piss you off. I just don’t understand.”
“You have no need to. Once you are in your world above, you will be on your own.”
“So this is it?”
“Does that trouble you?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe?” I answered. He rolled his eyes. “What do you want? For me to cry?”
“I want for you to break the curse,” he replied. “You have no idea the amount of energy I expend to keep it in place. If you would only humble yourself and be rid of your selfish vanity, we would all find ourselves in much better circumstances.”
I huffed. “Humble? I’ve been sleeping on the same floors that I scrub every day! You’ve taken everything away from me. My big thrill in life now is that one of the other maids snuck me half an apple and a little spell book. And don’t get pissed at them, okay? It’s not their fault you’re…you. I’m not the one with the humility issue.”
“Are you implying that I am?”
“No, I’m pretty much saying it. You’re the one who goes around thinking you deserve whatever you want, even if somebody says no. How fucking dare you! How fucking dare you think you could just do that to me? Force a baby in me, humiliate me? You wanna talk about vanity? You’re doing all this just to soothe your ego because you can’t take rejection like a man. A Prince of the Dark Fire, a real one, wouldn’t -”
Valefax came out of his chair so fast he was only a blur. A blur that pinned me up against the wall and breathed hot and face onto my face, holding my arms so tight it hurt. I should’ve been scared, I should’ve trembled. I just stared him down and I wanted to see how far I could push him and how much I could take. I smirked at him.
“Wouldn’t WHAT?” he roared.
“Wouldn’t have to rape anyone or care what some vain little bitch thought of him. A Real Prince of the Dark Fire would have witches and bitches begging at his feet. 'Please Valefax, take me’, 'Please Valefax, let me have your baby’.” My heart raced with excitement as I taunted him. “It’s not because of how you look, it’s just you.”
He screamed and pulled me away from the wall. He flung me to the floor and I got up, still smirking. “I could destroy you, witch!” he bellowed. “Do not test me.”
He came at me and grabbed my throat. He brought my face to his and in his rage, he kissed me. A brutal, thrilling kiss that got everything from my tits to my cunt paying attention. I grabbed onto him and wrapped my legs around his waist where he stood. He stuck a hot, nasty tongue into my mouth. His iron hard erection brushed up against me, between my legs. He carried me to his throne and sat down. I straddled him and started to grind in a slow back and forth motion. He groaned into my mouth.
“How many?” I asked, before he could kiss me again.
“How many what?” he growled quietly.
“I wanna know how many other women you’ve fucked.”
“Eight hundred and fifty two. Including you,” he replied. “What does it matter?”
I lifted up so I could talk in his ear. “You put a curse on me, I’m gonna put a curse on you. You don’t get to fuck anyone else but me. I swear to god, Valefax, if I find out you so much as fingered another bitch and I’ll destroy you. I’ll find a way.”
He grabbed me hard around the waist. “Who are you to say who I may or may not fuck? If you do not satisfy me, I am well within my rights to find others who do. You are not my consort, I owe you nothing. They -”
“They didn’t give you a perfect heir!” I shouted at him. I felt something wild swirling in me, in my mind. “Just remember, eight hundred and fifty two and not one gave you a baby. Only me. And I know you want another one. And another. And another. You want them from me. Not just some other bitch, you want them from ME.”
“Then bend to my will, break the curse. I will give you plenty, you would be my consort and I would never look at any other female.”
I stared him straight in the eyes as I guided one of his hands to my breast. “No. You don’t get to have it that easy. I’ll break the curse when you give me a good reason.”
He squeezed hard on my breast and it felt so good even though it hurt. Milk leaked, because it hadn’t dried up yet. I groaned like a complete slut and I didn’t care. I gasped when he grabbed the other one. He squeezed close to the nipples, to make the white liquid come, soaking through my bra and shirt.
“If you will not break the curse, then I will have you on your knees,” he told me, kissing me rough before he pushed me away. I slid off of him and down onto my knees in front of him. I reached for his belt and then his button and zipper. I pulled his pants down when he lifted his hips to let me.
His cock could’ve driven nails into the wall. It was rock hard and so erect it was practically laying against his flat stomach. It was even bigger than I remembered, but last time I only felt it, I didn’t see it. There was no way I could get my mouth around that without fully dislocating my jaw but that didn’t mean I could use my mouth and my hands to give him the the handjob of his life.
“What do you like?” I asked in a devious whisper as I dug my nails into his huge, muscular thighs. He hissed in reaction and then groaned. “How did those other bitches do it?”
He took a few fast breaths. “I have never had a female pleasure me in this manner.”
I looked up. “Eight hundred and some odd females and nobody ever blew you? No wonder you’re so goddamn grumpy all the time. Let’s take care of that, shall we?”
I leaned in and took his cock in both hands and licked the tip. He moaned so loud I was worried people would burst into the room to see if he was being murdered. He lifted and twisted his hips. My hands worked the shaft up and down in slow strokes, my hands turning a little as they did.
Valefax grabbed the arms of his chair and threw his head back. “I despise you witch!” he shouted, raising his hips again when my lips teased the slit of his cock. “I despise you, ohhhh yes ohhh yes, you do this to torture…me. Ahhhh, yes, yes, yes. Lillith, yes. Exactly like that. To taunt me with what you will not give - oooooohhh fuck, fuck, fuck. Lillith, stop! Stop now!”
I let go of his cock and sat back on my heels. I licked my lips, salty with precum.
“What seems to be the matter?” I asked, as if I was totally innocent.
“Disrobe for me. Now.”
I knew where this would go. I knew and part of me, a small part, warned all the rest that it was the worst possible idea. But something darker and hotter and more desperate had control of me. So I did it, and I did it slow.
I teased as I pulled off my shirt, slowly revealing my now flat belly. Between nursing and working and not getting fed much, I was thinner than when I’d gotten knocked up. I reached for my cups of my bra and squeezed gently. I groaned.
“I like them like this,” I said. “Bigger. Heavier. You have no idea how desperate I get. After I feed your son, with my nipples brushing up against everything. Sometimes I can’t take it.” I slowly undid the front clasp of my bra, but didn’t pull it off. “Fuck, sometimes I had to find somewhere to just…relieve the pressure.”
“And how did you relieve this pressure?” he asked. He’d taken his cock into his fist and made slow strokes.
I let my bra fall away and reached for my pants. I undid the the front of them and slid them down slow before I stepped out of them. I got on my knees, just out of his reach and I slid a hand into my panties. I gasped dramatically and felt the drenching wetness between my thighs.
“I just had to do this,” I told him. My other hand went to my tit, toying with the nipple. “And I started thinking, I’d think about…mmmmm, I’d think about what if you fucked me, in that room, while I was pregnant like that. What if you just put me on all fours and taught me a lesson? Made me obey you? What if you sat me on top of you so I could ride and you could see everything, FEEL everything you did to me.”
Valefax stopped touching himself. His erection twitched. Hard. “Now,” he commanded and I knew what he wanted. But I wanted him to make me. He lifted a hand and with his powers, pulled me to him with an invisible force. He grabbed me and spun me around. With his strength, he lifted me so that I straddled him facing away. I felt the round, hard tip of his penis against my cunt.
“No, Valefax, we can’t,” I gasped. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want it to not happen.
He pushed me down and I groaned, leaning back against him. His cock stretched me as if I’d never had any babies at all. The head of worked a place inside me that drove me wild. “Oh, yes, but we can. And we will. Oh, Lillith, even after you birthed my son you’re still so tight, almost like you were the first time. When I ravaged your sweet, perfect little body I spilled more seed than I ever have inside a female.”
“Please don’t, please don’t,” I begged, squeezing my eyes shut as he grabbed my hips and thrust himself upward inside me. “I don’t want another baby, please. Don’t make me have one again. I can’t do it.”
He said nothing, but he thrust harder. I started to cry as I begged. Not because I felt so upset, or even because I was pleading in truth for him to stop. But because I knew it was getting him off. It stoked the darkest part of his dark fire, and mine as well.
“Since you’ve finished with my first son, you may begin your work on the next,” he said in my ear.
“No!” I cried out, turned on by my own begging. “You have to pull out, please. I’ll do anything. Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me a mommy again, I don’t want to have another baby in me. Don’t make me. Valefax, please! If you don’t stop, you’re gonna…gonna…ahhh aahhh…” I realized that I was close to coming myself.
Valefax’s breathing became ragged and loud. “Take it, witch! Take my seed in you. Carry another of my children. I do not care what you want, you will have my child once more!”
His thrusts turned rapid and shallow, it wouldn’t be long. “Oh no, oh no, no, oh no,” I groaned. Without realizing what I’d done, I brought one of Valefax’s hands to my belly and put mine over it. “Please, Valefax! Don’t put another baby in me. Don’t! If you don’t stop now you’re gonna - oh shit, Valefax, ahh!” I gasped as my orgasm came at me so hard I couldn’t think straight. I could only clamp down on him and feel his cock pulsing and scream, “Valefax, fuuuuck you’re getting me pregnant!”
Then he screamed, and his seed filled me. Hot as lava and seeming like it would never end.
When the rush of cumming finally ended, after we took a breath, he lifted me up again. He had to because my legs were too shaky to trust. His cock slid out of me and with it, the seed started to drip from inside me.
I tried very hard not to think about what I’d just done or how. The dark fire had been satisfied and that left me standing, knowing I’d just turned down a terrible road.
Valefax tucked himself in, got himself put back together and got to his feet. I was still on my knees, gathering my clothes.
He looked down at me, and he’d gone cold. “As I said, your service is at an end for the moment. You will be taken to your world. I will in no way support you. That is for you to do. I will only come to collect the child once it’s been born.”
My lips trembled. I felt destroyed. “I understand.”
He crouched down and grabbed my jaw. “And should you allow my child be born anywhere or in any manner beneath his or her station, there will be a very special punishment for you. Have I made myself understood?”
“Yes.”
Valefax walked away and left me shivering and naked, with no idea what to do. Not too different from last time.

PART SIX
NO FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES
I hated myself the minute I left hell. I didn’t bother checking if I was pregnant. I knew I was, and I despised it. I hated what I’d become. I didn’t understand why I’d been so compelled to do what I did. Whatever made me human and normal had started to crumble away. Leaving only me, debased and now carrying another one of his babies. I hated him for it, too. It was happening all over again. Another baby fucked into me, another round of torment for me to go through as my body belonged to thing inside me. This time I didn’t even have my disapproving parents to fall back on. I was a knocked up college drop out with a demon baby inside and nowhere to go.
I wanted to spite him in the most painful way possible, so I tried selling my body. There are plenty of places where witches who need money can whore themselves out. I wasn’t even showing yet, so I figured I had three months before I either had to find something else or find clientele who liked their whores with buns in the oven.
Only, it didn’t work out. Turns out, Valefax’s curse was no joke. Any man who tried to touch me sexually ended up with third degree burns. My first customer was my last. He left on a stretcher and I ran away from the brothel as quickly as I could.
I hated Valefax even more for taking even that little rebellion away from me.
I still needed a job, and I needed it fast. Before I started showing. I knew nobody was gonna hire me if I was not only a college dropout, but a knocked up college drop out about to have her second kid. The only thing I could find was in a fast food place. I put on the shirt and ridiculous hat and tried not to think about who I should’ve been before Valefax. I was going to major in business, make my way in the corporate world, get rich like my parents had. It all seemed guaranteed back then.
Now here I was in this uniform, just hoping to get enough money to find somewhere to live and eat enough to keep up my strength. This pregnancy was already harder than the first one. I felt so drained and so tired, and I grew faster than I did the last time. I chalked it up to having to live in the cheap ass car I managed to buy, eating the cheapest crap available, and working double shifts at the restaurant. My sole luxury was a big spell book that I’d read, and let myself fantasize about being a powerful, unstoppable witch. The kind that people feared and loved, the kind who could do anything. The kind who’d never become such a needy bitch and let a demon force another baby into her while liking it.
I went in every day to work as my uniform got tighter and tighter. At first it looked like a little weight gain. Then a lot. Then the roundness of my stomach was too pronounced to be mistaken for anything else. I started showing so fast, even though I wasn’t that far along.
I spent my time so concerned with working and keeping my head down that I didn’t notice a customer that kept coming in a lot. I smiled, I was friendly, but I hardly remembered him. Until he started following me. He cornered me in the back parking lot of the store where I got what groceries I could afford.
He put me between him and a brick wall. He asked who’s baby it was. I was shocked, scared, tired. So I just said, “I don’t know. Umm, he’s not around.”
Wrong answer. I’d just convinced the asshole that I was an easy target. He smiled at me. “Can I touch?” he asked, and then he touched me. It must not have been sexual enough to trigger the curse. He laid his hand on my belly and something in me growled angrily.
“I need to go,” I said, trying to shove past him.
He shoved me back against the wall. “Don’t be like that,” he said, getting mean.
I shoved back and made a run for it. Only, it’s not that easy to run so fast when you’re pregnant by a demon and exhausted. He caught up to me and knocked me down on the pavement, face down. I landed hard, on my stomach. I gasped and hugged my belly, curling my body around it. I couldn’t breathe, it had knocked the air out of me.
He laughed, panting and knelt down by me. “You should feel lucky that I even wanted you, bitch,” he said. His hands went for his belt. I still couldn’t speak, but in the dark, curled up around my belly, I smiled. I thanked Valefax for the curse without realizing what I’d just said to myself.
My would-be rapist pulled his dick out and got into position. Then he leaned over me and I heard the sizzle, smelled the burnt flesh. He screamed probably the most pained scream I’d ever heard.
I rolled over and crawled away from him. He kept screaming, hands clutching his crotch. I got to my feet as gracefully as I could under the circumstances. I almost wanted to try and summon Valefax, so he could see me standing over this pathetic loser. I looked around for something to hit him with. I wasn’t done with this guy. That growly feeling in me only grew. I wanted to punish him for the insolence. Maybe Valefax could get away with that shit, but not this fucker.
I found some old pipe from who knows what. And I went to work. I started screaming that he could’ve hurt my baby, a Prince’s baby, that he had no idea who I was. When I realized what I done and the rage passed, I got scared. I ran back to my car and locked the door once I was in.
Breathing hard, I put my hands on my belly to calm myself. And that’s when I felt it. A kick on one side and a kick on the other.
Twins.
It explained a lot, and it scared me. Twins. What was I going to do with two of them? It had been hard enough to carry one. But two?
I didn’t have a choice. I had to keep going to work even as my uniform shirt got more and more snug as my belly grew. By six months, I looked ready to pop. I was tired all the time. I waddled around, trying to do my job, exhausted.
But the worst part was when someone I’d known would come in and see what had become of me. I hated knowing what it looked like for them to see me, so hugely pregnant, holding my back when I walked, unable to bend over properly. I saw their thoughts clearly in their faces. My taut shirt over my belly was an announcement of how far I’d fallen and that I’d done it all to myself. I was a complete loser, a slut, beyond saving. I obviously couldn’t do anything right.
I couldn’t really disagree. I’d go back to my car to try to sleep and sob. I’d think about what I could’ve been while I rubbed my stomach and felt Valefax’s heirs kicking me so hard it hurt, moving all the time. Two more sons. Big ones, strong, feeding off me, taking up all the space inside. My body had once more been taken over, and was no longer mine. It expanded to make room for his heirs, his will. I was helpless.
The final months were the worst. I was so pregnant that the biggest size shirt the restaurant had barely fit over my tummy. People could see the movement through the thinly stretched fabric when they came in. I worked even more than usual. I had to. I needed the money, especially if Valefax took his heirs and left me to fend for myself again. I needed the money especially for the birth. Valefax would be pissed if I had another baby on a kitchen floor, so I’d planned. Save up money, get a hotel room for a few hours when I was close to delivering. It wouldn’t be fancy, but it was something. At least I’d be able to do this better.
Or so I thought.
I went into labor in my car at around midnight. The first contraction woke me with a start. It was more excruciating than I’d remembered, but I didn’t scream or cry out, though I wanted to. I couldn’t. I groaned deep and struggled to keep breathing evenly. I had to go into work and work as long as I could. Last time it had taken hours and hours for the baby to come. I figured I could get in one last shift.
I had a few hours before my next shift, and I spent there in the driver’s seat. I couldn’t stay silent forever, not like that. Every time a contraction squeezed and strained my womb into a ball of agony, I gasped that I despised Valefax and his spawn. Between the contractions, I rubbed my belly and begged to know why he’d done this to me all over again. I begged to any god listening to make it stop, because I didn’t want this baby. I didn’t want to give birth again.
By the time I had to go to work I was sweaty, shaking, and in a shit ton of pain. I put on my uniform and waddled in to start my shift anyway. I wondered if Valefax was silently watching somewhere, getting off on me suffering like this.
Even I don’t know how I managed it. I just did because I had to. I had to smile at customers and get their orders even as my belly was tightening like a fist, getting ready to force me to bring more of his children into the world. More than ever, my body was no longer mine. His children were torturing me. He was torturing me and forcing me to give him what he wanted most.
I thought that was bad enough. Then it got worse.
Two girls I’d known from college came up to the counter. They recognized my face immediately. Their eyes went to my belly. They feigned being polite, but I saw the smug disapproval, the way they looked at me and maybe even pitied how ruined I was. They tried to make small talk as though they weren’t thinking, “well what have you been doing besides being an irresponsible little slut?”
After they got their food, I waddled outside to empty the trash. I had a contraction that nearly brought me to my knees. I leaned against the wall and grunted in pain. Then I felt the wet splash and saw it on the ground. My water broke. And something changed. The pressure that came with contraction became too much to endure. I needed desperately to push right then and there. I couldn’t help myself from bearing down just a little. I panicked and went inside. I moved as quickly as I could into the women’s bathroom. The head was definitely in position. I could barely walk with it descending inside of me.
“No, no, no, no, please not yet,” I whispered, trembling. I looked around, and the place was empty. Maybe I’d gotten a little bit lucky. If I had the babies and managed to get to my car with them and into a motel, Valefax wouldn’t know. I went into the handicapped stall, fumbled to lock it. I pushed my pants down and sat down on the toilet, holding onto the rail on the wall. I tried not to groan too loud as I pushed again. It was so much bigger than last time, tearing me apart as it came down.
A sudden terror that I might not be able to give birth at all gripped me.
I gritted my teeth and held my breath. The contractions came right on top of each other, and they were even worse. It was coming now, with no time to do anything but push and pray nobody came into the bathroom for a while.
With every contraction I pushed. My cunt burned so badly. I reached down and felt the head, not yet crowning but so close. I bore down. Tears streamed down my face from pain, from humiliation. Even if no one saw me, to know that once again he’d degraded me me like this, taken over completely. He was still forcing me. It was like he was still violating me, only with a baby that was tearing me, stretching my cunt to it’s limit and past. Nine months of carrying them, nine months of being a breeding slut, my body turned into an incubator for spawn, and now the agony of delivery.
I didn’t get lucky.
The door opened and I heard the voices of the two girls I’d known from school. They were laughing, and they were talking about me. Talking about how pathetic I looked. Another contraction came and I strained and grunted, unable to keep completely quiet. I shut my eyes, and reached down. The head was crowning. My pussy bulged with it. It hurt so bad I didn’t know if I’d live or die. I kept pushing, not even breathing. When I couldn’t hold my breath any more, I stopped and panted quickly before making the same strained, miserable noise as before.
“Oh my god, maybe you should stop eating fast food and eat something with fiber,” said one of them, in the direction of the stall I was in. They laughed.
I pushed again and the head slid out of me, to the neck. I leaned back and waited for the next contraction. It came, I pressed my chin to my chest, praying I could get the shoulders and wings out.
Outside the stall, they were listening to me on the other side of the door, giggling. I didn’t respond. I hoped they’d just leave and not know what was happening.
My pussy might as well have been on fire as I struggled to deliver the shoulders. I made another grunting noise that I couldn’t contain. One of them laughed and said, “Oh my god”. Then they came to peak into the stall. One gasped.
The door swung up and they saw me there. Pants down, legs spread wide, on a toilet, with a huge head coming out of me.
“Please help me,” I begged in a shaking gasp.
They didn’t help me. They stared at me, then one of them took her phone out of her purse and held it up. They laughed. “Oh my god, this bitch we knew from school is having a baby in the bathroom. Look,” she said for the video, moving to get closer, to show the world the head sliding out of me. I heard them commenting on how gross I was, on how stupid I was that I was even giving birth. I couldn’t concentrate on that.
I lifted myself so I could bear down and the shoulders and wings passed through me agonizingly slow, excruciatingly wide. My belly tightened as hard as it could to force them out and I pressed down with everything I had. Inch by inch, the baby came out until finally the wings and shoulders came, and the thick body passed through me on the last push. The thing slid into my hands and immediately let out a cry.
They stared at me, startled for several minutes. Then they laughed. “Oh my fucking god, you just had a baby in a bathroom.” They took out their phones, took pictures of it, of me there like that. All I could do was sob, broken and debased, turned into a disgusting, round bellied breeding cow who birthed a baby in a bathroom like an animal. The cord was still inside me, attached to the first one. With another to come.
“Ugh, what’s wrong with it?” one of them asked, face screwed up with disgust. I lifted my shirt and bra to bring it to my breast. She sneered. “It’s, like, deformed or something.”
I begged, “No, it’s not. It’s just fine. Please don’t do this,” as Valefax’s newborn son latched onto me and fed. “Please just help me.”
The door to the bathroom opened and I knew the sound of those footsteps even before I saw who made them. Valefax had come. Somehow, he’d known. He stalked to the stall we were in and stood in the doorway of it.
The two girls from school just stared at him in terror. And so did I.
“I’m so sorry, I tried - I tried,” I sobbed, then I threw my head back. The next one was coming, no easier than the first. I hyperventilated and bore down. “Please, I’m so sorry. I - ughhhnnnnn!” A contraction came and I had to push. I leaned forward to bear down. “HUHNNNNNNNN! UHHHHHHH!” The contraction ended. “I’m s-s-so sorry.”
He stepped into the stall, but fixed his eyes on the two girls. He looked at the phones in their hands. He tilted his head and a dark, dangerous look came over him.
“Give me those,” he commanded. They obeyed like automatons. I felt him extending his demon powers to compel them to do it. He melted their phones into useless clumps of plastic and metal in his hand, then dropped them on the floor. “You are disgusting cows, both of you. You see a person you know in such agony and you make fun and take pictures? I come from hell and even we are not that low.”
One of them started crying. “We’re so sorry. We didn’t -”
“SILENCE!” he barked. “I am a Prince of Hell, that is my child. To film his birth as some freak show is to disrespect me. And there is a punishment for disrespecting in this way. Do you want to know what it is?”
They shook their head. “Please, just let us go. We won’t tell anyone.”
“Come closer and accept your curse,” he compelled them.
Another contraction hit me and I had to push. I couldn’t hear what Valefax was saying to them over the sound of my own obscenely loud moaning. The second baby was wider, tearing me apart inside as it slowly came down. My hips open any wider, my cunt was on fire. The pain put me into a shivering delirium and I wanted to die.
The two girls left the bathroom in absolute silence, walking out with blank expressions on their face. He turned around and approached me. I was terrified and began to hyperventilate. He crouched down in front of me. I didn’t know what he’d do to me for this, for disobeying him.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I tried not to - I tried,” I sobbed in quick, panicked breaths. I clutched the baby a little closer, as if maybe the fact that I’d just given him another son might protect me. “Please I’m - ughhh -” A contraction came and I pushed. “It hurts so much,” I sobbed at him. “Huhnnnn….uhhhhghhhhhhhhh!”
“It is just the afterbirth,” he said, calmly. He used his fingers to cauterize the umbilical.
I shook my head. “No, it’s the other one!” I told him in a breathless rush.
He looked shocked. “What?”
“They’re twins,” I panted desperately. “Two boys. I didn’t realize until…ahhhghhhhh!”
Valefax grabbed my knees and spread them wider. His hand went between my legs to feel the head that descended. He didn’t tell me to push, he didn’t tell me to do anything. He stared between my legs, then reached out and spread my cunt lips. I could only push, there was nothing but that.
The head came and Valefax held it in his hands. I pushed with a scream, in unbearable pain as the wings and shoulders stretched me beyond my limits. I pushed with everything I had and finally, the baby slid out of me in a rush of fluids and blood and into his hands. My whole body melted into a quivering, overexhausted mess. He held his new son and with a look in his eyes like all might be forgiven. The baby cried, squirmed in his arms as he cauterized that cord, too.
I lifted my shirt on the other side, took my breast out of my bra. Valefax put the baby on my chest and I cradled it. Now both of his sons fed from me. I must have looked like the perfect breeding cow at that moment. Belly still big, tits out, feeding two at once.
He didn’t say anything at all. He seemed to be waiting for something. Then I felt the afterbirth. I bore down, but I had so little strength. He sat me up and pressed against my stomach. I thought it would kill me, but the afterbirth came out and plopped into the toilet underneath me.
Wordlessly, he brushed hair out of my sweaty face in an almost tender way. I didn’t understand why, or what it meant.
Finally, he said, “Hold onto them tightly.”
He took me into his arms and closed his wings around us. I laid my head on his shoulder, shut my eyes. I knew something terrible was waiting for me, but a sense of calm came over me as the shadows of his power whirled around us and took us back to Hell.

PART SEVEN
BOUND AND DETERMINED
Valefax took a while to think about how he was going to punish me for giving birth the way I did. Watching me, humiliated and suffering, helpless to do anything but push out his demon heirs while those girls laughed wasn’t enough for him.
For weeks, he stayed away. I was thrown into a small stone prison cell, given a thin scratchy dress to wear and collared like a dog, chained to the floor. They allowed me to nurse the twins, and in a few days, they said Valefax ordered me to work as a servant all over again. Except I got all the shit jobs nobody wanted and by his orders, I had to scavenge food from whatever the others left on their plates.
I always hoped to see Valefax when I went to feed his heirs. But he wasn’t there. I didn’t expect to miss his presence, but I did. I wanted to look up and see him in the doorway with that dark, furious need in his eyes. I even wanted to see him gloat, because it meant I was still worth conquering.
I started to think Valefax’s ultimate punishment was to forget about me and let me rot. So that after I was done with the twins, I’d never see him again. I’d spend the rest of my life licking plates like a dog and remembering when he used to want me, when he’d get so turned on just rubbing my pregnant belly that he’d have to run to the bathroom and jack himself off. I’d be left to wish I’d appreciated it when I had his babies in me, when the dark fire rose up inside as he ravished me.
It was one of those sneaky, slow kind of tortures. Seemed like something he would do.
Until he called for me.
While I was toiling endlessly as a servant, Valefax was busy fighting a war. I didn’t know until later, but five of his brothers had teamed up against him. They hoped they could take him down, stop him from leveling up from Prince to Dark Emperor of All Hell.
But he kept kicking their asses. And now that he had three heirs to his name, more people were thinking it was time to play for Team Valefax.
Still, the combined forces of five other princes was a lot to handle. So he hadn’t actually been in the palace very much. He hadn’t had time.
When he did find the time, though, that’s when I found out my punishment.
He had another servant come get me while I was trying to gnaw the last bit of fruit off an apple core. I almost choked. My heart stopped completely. Maybe it was over. Maybe this had all been a game or a warning.
I followed the head servant right away. I combed my hair back with my hands, tried to make myself look a little better in my crappy clothes.
When I got to his chambers, they were dimmed and decked out in candles. He’d painted symbols on the wall and drawn a big circle around the bed. I lifted an eyebrow. He sat by the bed staring at me looking shadowed and very regal.
I faced him and looked him up and down. Was he gonna offer me a chance to submit, or were we about to fight?
We stared each other down and the dark fire in me came to life. I wanted at him. Fighting or fucking, I didn’t goddamn well care. Weeks of being left out in the cold, and before that nine months of abandonment. I wanted to make him feel my pain.
I want to make him so hungry to have me he’d never do it again.
“Are you gonna be done any time soon?” I asked, deliberately bitchy. “Because I’ve got a lot of stuff to do and I can’t just stand around here waiting.”
“You test your good fortune, witch,” he warned me. “After the way in which you defied me and degraded my sons, you ought to be on your knees begging for forgiveness from me.”
I took the bitch factor down a few notches, because maybe it wasn’t time to fight. Yet. “I didn’t mean for that to happen, you know.”
“Then what did you intend!” he roared.
My heart started racing. “I saved up money so I could get a motel room. I was gonna have them there, it was the best I could do. I tried, I swear.”
"Then why did you not go to this room when the time came?”
I looked at him and a flood of shame and fury and hate and frustration just came over me. “Why do you think, asshole? I had no money, nothing. I couldn’t afford to stop working, even when I was in labor. You know how long it took just to get the cash for a couple of hours in a shitty motel room?”
"That was your doing. You are the one who refuses to move past your vain pride. You refused to care for them with your own resources.”
"What resources? You kicked me out with nothing but a change of clothes a book. I didn’t have any resources.”
“Your family has money.”
“My dad threatened to kill Cadriax the minute he was born if I didn’t get out of his house. What do you think he would’ve done if I went back?”
He eyed me like he couldn’t decide how to take that. "That does not excuse your neglect.”
I scoffed, almost laughing. “My neglect? You’re the one who didn’t check on them even once. Not once. And do you know how I know that?”
“How?”
“Because if you had, you would’ve seen that I was living in a fucking car in a parking lot. You think having me lick plates is anything? I ate out of dumpsters. I was starving and they were starving inside me while you had all this money and this huge palace.” I didn’t realize that I’d started crying a little.
He looked stunned and I wanted to slap the shock off his face. “How did you come to live in such circumstances?”
“How do you not get this, Valefax? You took everything I had. My family, my friends, my education. All gone. That’s what happens when you kick somebody out with nothing but a book and a change of clothes. They end up living in a car trying to dodge creeps who follow you around, push you on your belly and try to rape you.”
His face got scary with black anger. "Who?” My own indignant rage stopped. The dark fire saw it’s own reflection for the first time in a long time. “Who dared?” he demanded. I liked seeing him like this. Possessive and protective. Willing to slaughter a man for even trying. It made me very, very happy.
“He’s dead now,” I replied, looking Valefax right in the eyes. “I bashed his skull in with a pipe. I belonged to a prince and so did they. It offended me that he even let the thought cross his mind.”
Valefax rose from his chair and came to me. He reached out and touched the side of my face. His hand slid down and he gripped my throat. Not hard, but not soft either.
“I was at war,” he said to me and he sounded a little sorry about it. “I sent you away with my heirs inside you because I believed you were safer, and that you would have sufficient means.”
I didn’t let his hand on my throat scare me. I looked him dead in the eye. “Is that why?”
He tightened his grip and fuck if I didn’t like it. “I will confess that discarding you as you wish to discard me was satisfying.” He studied my face. “Are you prepared to break the curse?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m ready. I’ll do it. Be your consort, give you more heirs.”
His tightened his fingers around my throat, just short of choking me. “Do not lie to me, witch! You only say this because you have grown tired of sleeping in a cold place and wish a warmer bed. This is not what I want of you and you know that. You are no more prepared to offer it than you were that first night.”
“Yes, I am,” I said. Perhaps I was in some way, but Valefax had me sussed out. I wasn’t quite ready to beg. I still wanted to force him to take it instead. I wanted to force him to show me how powerful and how dark he could get. “I don’t know how else to prove it to you.”
He tilted his head and smiled. “I can think of a way. I can test your claim, but be careful, witch. This test will hurt. It will be worse than what has come before. You may find yourself longing for the car and the dumpsters. You have one chance, just once, to admit you are not ready. I will grant you amnesty. Just this once.”
He must have been have been able to feel my pulse racing. I wondered if he could tell I was already getting wet, anticipating what this test would mean.
“I don’t need any amnesty. Come at me,” I told him, smiling back at him.
He let go of my throat and and ripped my dress open. It fell at my feet and he stared at me, examining me like a prize race horse. I stood still and let him circle around me. He stopped behind me and pulled me to him. He was getting hard. I smirked. His hands gripped my swollen tits greedily. "It will be some time yet before the boys are weaned from you, yes?”
“Yeah.”
He kissed the side of my neck and said, “Then this will be interesting.” He rolled the nipples between his fingers and I groaned, laying my head back against him. I felt his hard on at my back and I wiggled against it. His kiss turned into a bite, and I gasped. “You will give me twice the heirs you just did, and in a fraction of the time.”
He spun me around and pointed to the bed. I sat down, then laid back on it. I kept my knees together just to tease him a little.
“I don’t understand.”
Valefax crawled onto the bed and put his huge, warm hands on my knees. "If I wish it, I can control precisely how many heirs you carry. And how fast they will grow. Any Prince of the Dark Fire may do so to his female. It is rarely done because it is so difficult and many do not make it. The drain on the female is immense. The quicker growth would come in spurts to a womb not yet ready for them. They are, I have been told, quite painful. Your body will be stretched to its limit as will you.”
I started shaking. I was terrified and I wanted it at the same time. Feeling my own belly under my hands had been my secret thrill both times, especially once I couldn’t hide being knocked up. Impregnated. Ruined. Feeling the evidence of what was happening to my body and being reminded of it had gotten me excited more than once. I even loved the misery. Something about letting myself really be destroyed and letting the world watch it turned me on.
I thought about myself, even heavier with child
My heart started racing. I pushed myself away from Valefax. "What happens if I can’t do it?”
"Do you ever wonder where two girls who stared at you in that restroom ever got to?” Valefax asked. I actually hadn’t. I shook my head. “There are places in hell, call them farms, where many different types of creatures go to breed or to incubate their spawn. And they are truly spawn. Some merely deposit eggs or something of that nature. Some actively breed with the females there. They pay good coin for it, and for the right to dictate how and when the female will give birth. There are creatures who feast on the pain or the sorrow or the terror of the female giving birth. That is the price you will pay if, indeed, you even survive your failure.”
I was breathing hard as he crawled towards me, our gazes locked on each other.
“How many are we talking about, how long would I have?” I asked.
He grinned at me and grabbed my knees. He parted them and ran his hands over them, down my thighs. “You will discover the answer when you give birth to my heirs. If you choose to. You may still back away from this arrangement. I can be forgiving. I will not hold it against you.“
I wondered if he’d give me more than I could handle. He wouldn’t, would he? He wouldn’t risk his own children just to punish me, right?
The words came out of my mouth like somebody else said them. “Well? Get on with it. Babies don’t make themselves.”
He dipped his head in between my legs and ran his tongue along the slit of my pussy lips. I shuddered. It had been so, so, so long since I’d had any kind of sexual pleasure. He stopped and lifted his head. "You are suspiciously wet between your thighs, witch. Perhaps you enjoy when I punish you.”
“No, it’s just that…I ohh….ohhhh!” I cried out when Valefax put his hot mouth on my slick little pussy once more. His tongue found my clit and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I couldn’t even think straight as his tongue made pass after pass on my clit. The only thing I could think about was what I knew awaited me. Whether I fought or not, Valefax was about to force this on me. Force them inside me.
I couldn’t deny it to myself. I wanted him to. I knew it would hurt, I knew I’d feel miserable and degraded and resentful. I know it’d be agony and somehow, I’d end up humiliated. I remembered what it was like to sit in that car, groaning away the aches and pains of being so fucking pregnant. I remembered always sneaking my hand under my shirt the first time, while I could still hide my terrible secret.
I thought about how much bigger and worse it would be this time and that was it. I started cumming and screaming and shaking like a fucking animal as he held my thighs tight in his hands.
He let me go and I was still panting. Valefax wiped his mouth with his hand and then climbed on top of me. He was dangerously hard, already dripping precum.
“One. Last. Chance. I am capable of mercy. I will grant you amnesty,” he said, positioned between my legs.
I answered by reaching down between us and stroking his cock, pressing my palm up and down the huge shaft. I couldn’t get my hand all the way around it, but I tried.
I shifted and he got the picture. He rolled onto his back, wings spread. I knelt between his legs and licked a slow, smooth path from the base of his cock to the head. He groaned like a roll of thunder. I kissed his hard muscled thighs and found his balls. I nuzzled in and handled them carefully for a while.
“If you think that you will cause me to waste my seed, witch, then - then - mmmmm…” He stopped talking when both my hands wrapped around his cock and my mouth found the head of it. I brushed my lips against it just to tease. “WITCH! You will not - gahhhh…”
I stopped for a moment and laughed. “Wasting your seed too soon is your problem, not mine.”
Valefax sat up and he grabbed me. He pushed me down on the bed and straddled me. We stared into each other’s eyes.
I nodded. He nodded. He didn’t hesitate a second more. His huge length slid into my cunt slowly until he was as far in as he could go. I gasped. I’d forgotten how he felt, especially when he hit that one spot inside me. The spot that made my whole brain short out.
And he did hit it. There was nothing gentle about this. He looked down at me as his thrusting picked up speed and intensity. Each thrust home shook my entire body. “You will suffer, witch. Oh, you will suffer.”
I couldn’t respond. I was too busy having my brains fucked out and losing myself in how good it felt to be hammered this way, a hard rhythm. I managed a, “Ohhhhh fuck fuck fuck” and then just made whimpering noises, then groans, the screams.
The rest of the palace must have thought he was murdering me, because there’s no way they didn’t hear it.
The worst thing in the world was about to happen to me and I welcomed it. I pulled my knees up just so he could go deeper. I didn’t care if it hurt a little, I wanted it to.
Then the look on Valefax’s face changed. He no longer kept to the steady pounding. His strokes got quick, shallow.
“Valefax? Are you…? Oh shit, are you about to cum?” I started to hyperventilate, panic because I wanted him to do his worst. I knew this would provoke him. “Oh no, oh no, oh no…please don’t hurt me don’t give me too much please. Valefax!”
“I will give you what I choose!” he roared. He tightened his hand and he spilled his seed inside me so hot it almost hurt. His cock pulsed, and his balls throbbed. He thrust in one last time and then collapsed.
There wasn’t much to say after that. We laid there and eventually I drifted off next to him, realizing this was the first time we’d actually been in a bed together. I slept the best I had in a long time.
Then the punishment began.
I woke up to a stabbing pain in my belly so bad I thought I’d actually been stabbed. I sat up and gasped. I rolled off of the bed onto the floor and curled up. I could hardly catch my breath.
“Valefax! Valefax, something’s wrong - hhhnnn - I think something…” I panted.
He walked calmly to me and crouched down. “No. Nothing is wrong at all. This is what you have agreed to.”
“I didn’t think - gahhhhnnn - it would happen -ahhh - this soon!”
He grinned. “You will become accustomed to this in time,” he said. “Allow me to see your belly.”
As painful as it was, I straightened out and took my hands away. When I looked, I had a distinct bump already formed. “How many…?”
“As I said, you will know that when you give birth. Now, get up, collect your dress, and go back to your room. You will continue your usual routines.”
I could hardly get to my feet, but I did. I staggered to the torn remains of my dress. “That’s it?” I asked.
“From time to time, I may test you in additional ways.”
“That wasn’t the deal.”
“If you, like you say, are prepared to break the curse then it should be no problem at all for you to satisfy me,” he told me and he stood up and walked away from me like he didn’t care.
For the third time, Valefax left me hurting, desperate, bewildered and knocked up.