Imp, Part 7

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Summary: A beleagered and underpaid clerk by day, Lyla is doing the thankless work of at least three people at her job. By night she is an aspiring witch. Well, kind of. She's only ever read about spells and rituals until now, as she decides to summon and bind an imp to her service to help with her staggering workload. At first the summoning ritual seems to yield nothing...until, that is, her belly swells and she unexpectedly births her newly indentured demonic servant from the portal now rooted within her womb. Contains: demonic pregnancies, birth, eventual multiples, lactation, magical shenanigans. Idea submitted by Chel.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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Billows of smoke swirled around the room, obscuring Lyla’s vision. It took a while before it cleared enough for her to make out the form that had manifested within it. She stared in fascination.

It was a humanoid being. A perfect humanoid being. He was the paragon of a man, his body lined with rigid muscles, and his skin inky yet beautiful. This man. This creature of sorts. Lyla stared with fascination. This was Rose’s familiar.

“Krilick,” Rose breathed, gazing heatedly up at the creature.

The familiar had to be nearly seven feet tall. Lyla could hardly take her eyes off him. Her thighs quavered beneath her.

“Help her,” Rose commanded, indicating Lyla. “A spell infects her. Quell it. Eradicate it.”

Krilick’s jaw twisted into a sneer. As he waved his hand, Lyla felt a rush of cool air. Rose cried out as she was suddenly flung into a wall, but she did not crumble to the floor. Instead she hovered, her limbs spread apart, as though being held there by glue. Lyla had only a moment to gape before Krilick moved to approach her.

He truly looked demonic with his shining, onyx skin. Yet for some reason, Lyla felt no fear as he closed in on her. On the contrary…

She could hardly believe her own ignoble thoughts. She was standing there, almost painfully pregnant, full to bursting, her body so packed and strained she could barely keep her balance. Lyla looked as if she was due with triplets, the pressure inside of her only getting more intense.

And yet she tingled with need. She had never felt so desperate before that moment. Her head was spinning, her body full of heat, veritably trembling with arousal. She had never seen something as divine as this creature, she needed — needed him inside of her.

“Krilick,” she whimpered.

The magnetism proved mutual, because Krilick stalked forward, closing in. He grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around, Lyla grunting as her belly was shoved into the bookshelf. Krilick’s chest was to her back, his weight pressing her there, her overinflated belly pushing and jamming so hard against the shelf, it felt like she would pop.

Despite the discomfort, her arousal still demanded attention; it demanded precedence over all else. She was sopping wet as a pair of clawed hands reached to her flanks, curiously cradling her warm, flushed girth.

“I want you,” Lyla stammered. Something about his aura was truly driving her mad. “N-need you,” she corrected herself. “Errghh!” she cried as she was shoved harder, her belly red, straining, and sweating. But she didn’t care. She could burst for all that mattered. Because right now, she had a more pressing need. “Krilick, p-please—!”

She wailed as something very thick and warm pressed against her opening in one forceful, fluid motion. It was immense. She feebly gripped at the shelf for balance. She arched, groaning. “Give it to me,” she pleaded, even though she wasn’t sure that she could handle what he had to offer.

Krilick’s hands moved to her round hips, his claws digging deeply enough to tear her skirt and leave marks on her flesh. It felt good. Her body seared and tingled whenever it made contact with his; she felt delirious from the assault of sensation.

And then Krilick pressed onward. She wailed, arching, pressing her belly harder against the bookshelf, her body stretching and straining to accommodate the largest cock she had ever encountered. It was painful yet brilliant, Lyla’s eyes fluttering, her passage twitching and gripping, as yet more proceeded, and then more. It shoved entirely into her, too much of it, invading her, prodding into her womb and beyond, her belly jerking. She gagged, some spittle pouring out of her mouth and down her chin. She struggled to breathe and thought she was sinking. But Krilick held her up. He growled into her hair.

“You’re…amazing…” she choked out. She’d never felt anything so — so invasive yet fulfilling. She couldn’t explain it. This wholeness. It felt like this creature belonged right there, stretching her painfully, his massive gender lodged her body.

Then he started to fuck her. She wailed as she was lifted nearly off the floor, her body rocking and jerking, her belly shoving out and in, out and in, as though he was fucking her womb. She couldn’t hold on. Her sweaty hand slipped from the shelf, but before she could fall, he held her up, clutching her round, swollen breasts. She screamed.

The pleasure and pain was forceful and relentless, her body jolting with each of his thrusts. Hands squeezed her breasts in the same rhythm, gripping and squeezing, her nipples swelling and hardening to double their size as her cheeks went red, the pressure building.

She wailed as her nipples sprayed, added to the many conflicting sensations assailing her. She could feel the tension building, his thrusts becoming more rapid. She struggled to hold on – he was just so deep; so thick and hard. “F-fuck…” she stammered, feebly grabbing onto the shelf again, leaning harder into him, watching her massive belly wobble up and down in absurd conflict with the rest of her body. How could he be so deep inside of her? It was almost frightening. And she could still feel the tension building, this daunting omen. She herself was struggling to hold on, but every glance, every scratch, every glisten of sweat, every quaver of her body — it was utterly maddening. It was too much; she couldn’t take anymore!

“Annnghhhhhhhh…!” she groaned, as blacks, reds, and whites flashed before her vacant eyes, electric shocks of pleasure shooting from her groin to her core as her body clenched and drew him deeper. He gave one more sharp thrust that left her seeing stars.

He exploded inside of her. Her insides felt like they were imploding, but then the pressure shot outward in all directions. A sharp jolt of pressure filled her belly, her eyes going wide as she choked on her own moans, until all she could produce was a crass squeaking noise.

Her body surged, pushing her back against the familiar, her belly growing larger and rounder, inching forward as her body tensed and strained, her muscles taut with resistance to the ongoing eruption.

She grunted and arched, her face beet red, her body pouring so much sweat that it was dripping onto the floor. Lavender-colored milk continued to squirt from her nipples as Krilick held her tightly, giving one more thrust, holding her close, pouring his all into her.

“Tooo…muchhh…” Lyla grunted, as her belly tightened and inched yet farther. By the time it was over, she could hardly believe her size. Her limbs resigned, going limp, but Krilick guided her gently to the floor.

She managed to prop herself against the wall, her thighs spread wide, her belly practically crushing them. She tugged at the remaining shreds of her top, which looked like little more than a bandeau by then. She managed to tug it down around her nipples, which, in turn, seeped into the material.

She was struggling to breathe as she marveled at herself. She was enormous! She looked beyond any pregnancy that was possible. Her swell looked the size of a beach ball!

Her legs twitched as she moaned. She was still sopping and seeping and sore.

She didn’t know what had come over her. She looked up at Krilick, but he was nowhere in sight. Just a fluttering in the darkness.

It was only then that she recalled Rose.

Lyla slowly turned her head, where she found her coworker still standing against the wall, looking frozen. Her eyes were wide, her mouth ajar. But she no longer appeared to be stuck there, as evidenced by her arms hanging at her sides and her feet standing firmly on the floor.

“Rose,” Lyla croaked, completely mortified. She grunted as her belly lurched, movement bubbling up to the surface.

After a long moment, Rose took a hesitant step forward. She was breathing heavily, her eyes darting around. “What the fuck was that?” she breathed.

Lyla grunted as a fresh ripple ran through her abdomen. She clutched what she could reach of it. Her hands didn’t come close to encircling it. Her navel looked the size of a tangerine. She shifted her hips and groaned again, her groin still sore but tingling with lingering jolts of pleasure. “What’s — happening!?” Lyla whined, her belly button twitching and starting to throb.

“I think I should be asking that. You fucked my familiar!”

Had Lyla the energy to argue, she might have insisted that the familiar had fucked her.

“And what the hell is growing out of your head?”

Lyla blinked in confusion.

Rose huffed and went to her desk, retrieving something from within it. When she walked back over to Lyla a moment later, she was holding up a mirror.

Lyla gazed at her reflection and stared at the…pair of horns protruding from her hair. She almost didn’t think it was real, but when she reached up, her hands made contact with smooth bone, sharp enough at the tip to leave a small cut on her finger. She winced, quickly withdrawing her hand to place her finger in her mouth. “What the fuck!” she cried. Her belly chose that moment to quake so forcefully that her whole body shook. She whimpered, hugging what she could of it.

“This is madness,” Rose hissed, her eyes darting around the cramped room. “Krilick, where the hell are you? What the fuck did you do!?”

Only the buzzing of an insect responded. Lyla swore she heard another faint flutter.

Rose whispered several obscenities under her breath. “This is ridiculous. We have to get you out of here. You can’t give birth here. Not to magical creatures. Who knows what they’ll do?”

Lyla didn’t think she had much of a choice. “Can’t —m-move,” she said what she thought seemed abundantly obvious.

Rose gave an irritated huff. “Nonsense,” she muttered, reaching into her sleeve and withdrawing something very long and very narrow — a wand? Where has she gotten that? Lyla stared in fascination, her many discomforts momentarily forgotten. She had never seen a real wand before.

Rose waved the wand in a complex motion as she murmured an incantation Lyla had never heard. Lyla felt a strange rush, her heart racing. She felt bizarrely weightless for a moment, and then in a blink, the environment changed.

“Oof,” Lyla grunted when her ass plopped down against the carpeted floor. She helplessly flopped down beneath her weight, and struggled, glaring up at the ceiling.

She was upstairs, in one of the meeting rooms. With a swish of air, Rose materialized atop the large rectangular table in the center of the room, her arms still extended with the wand.

Teleportation was very advanced. Lyla had had no idea that Rose had come so far with her abilities.

“Why didn’t you…just send us…to your house? Or mine?” Lyla forced out, still fumbling on the floor. She managed to throw herself onto her side, shifting the massive weight of her belly off her lungs. She gasped for breath, fidgeting helplessly.

“I can’t move us that far,” Rose said snappishly. Lyla could see she was sweating a bit at the temples. “Now come on, get up!”

“Rose—” Lyla protested, still out of breath. She tried to resist as Rose came over to her, grabbing her arm, trying to pull her up. Lyla tried to pulled away, leaving them in a tug-of-war while her belly continued to pin her there. “I’m —too —heavy!” Lyla managed.

“Stop bull-shitting, it’s a magical pregnancy. Magic has no limits.”

“Stop!” Rose had somehow gotten her sitting upright again, but was still arduously attempting to pull Lyla up by the arms. Never mind the fact that Lyla’s belly probably weighed more than she did. Lyla was beginning to regret soliciting the other woman’s help at all. This was an impossible mess.

She felt a popping sensation deep in her gut, then there was a gush of fluid.

Both women slowly looked down at the purple puddle steadily growing around Lyla. Her belly quaked.

“Oh no…” Lyla groaned, clutching her belly.

She was finally in labor.

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