Demonic Great Sage (Impregnation Edition)

Gotham City is refer as The City That Never Sleeps which may apply to New York City but Gotham City counts for one reason.

It was no surprise that there are some who sleep with one eye open because of fear about someone breaking in or a package full or chemicals that is dropped off at the foot of the bed since Gotham City is notorious for its chaos unlike Metropolis.

Somewhere in the fashion section of the city, there is a fashion show to celebrate the discovery of two new items.

A few weeks ago, a special artifact named 'The Jade Monkey King Statue' had mysteriously reappeared after it was stolen. And one of the newly discovered objects was a strange collar made of silver and gold with jade gems embedded in it. Though there is a warning about wearing it, something about becoming the consort of Sun Wukong, a sex demon who resembles a humanoid monkey.

The fashion show had drawn a large crowd, eager to catch a glimpse of the latest avant-garde designs that the industry had to offer. The atmosphere was electric, a mix of excitement and anticipation. The stage was lit up with strobe lights flashing in sync with the heavy bass of the background music. Models strutted down the runway, showcasing their outfits with fierce expressions, while photographers snapped away at the glamourous scene.

The theme for the night was "Ancient Enchantments," and the designers had clearly gone all out. The models' outfits were a blend of ancient culture and mythology from various civilizations, ranging from the sultry to the downright terrifying. Among the audience sat the usual mix of celebrities, socialites, and the crème de la crème of Gotham's underworld.

Among the designers, there was a woman, wearing a blue and gold dress that cupped her breasts and covered her nipples from the side like the fins of a sea creature and her crotch covered by a briny tail, but left almost nothing else to the imagination.

Her name was Circe, an ancient immortal sorceress, known to be an enemy of Wonder Woman for centuries. She had infiltrated the fashion show under the guise of a designer, her true intentions hidden beneath the glitz and glamour. As the show reached its crescendo, she slipped away from the crowd, retreating to the backstage area where the models prepared for their grand finales. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she searched for the models who is looking at the Jade Monkey King Statue and the silver-gold collar.

Unknown to Circe, the collar is carefully pulled out of its velvet case by someone once Circe looked away from it.

The spotlights dimmed, the bass grew louder, and the audience's murmurs grew into a hushed anticipation as the final model strutted onto the runway. She was the epitome of elegance, wearing a gown that shimmered like the night sky, with a slit that revealed a tantalizing amount of leg. But it was her accessory that drew all eyes—the mysterious silver-and-gold collar with jade gems, the very object of Circe's interest.

Unknown to everyone else, the collar on the model's neck was a perfect replica, a clever decoy. The real McCoy was already in Circe's possession, hidden within the folds of her intricate dress. She had switched them out during the chaos of the final preparations, her ancient powers allowing her to manipulate the perceptions of those around her.

However when she placed it on her neck, Circe could sense two auras and Circe could smell a strange odor, a mix of peaches and a stench from a monkey that had just come out of a dumpster. She knew she was in trouble because she had been told by the mystical scrolls she read that Sun Wukong wasn't just any sex demon. He was one that had a taste for the dramatic.

Turning around, Circe noticed that the two auras belong to Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, yet the two are different. They are dressed in some kind of semi-transparent dresses, Harley Quinn's hair was arranged in a strange hairstyle that looked like a long braid, her pink and blue dyed hair tips were still visible. Poison Ivy's hair was slightly loose like ivy vines that had grown over her shoulders and back. Both of them were eyeing Circe with a dark seductive look, knowing that she had put on the collar.

"You are really that dumb." Harley Quinn spoke, her voice dripping with amusement. Her eyes were on Circe as she took in the sight of the collar around the sorceress's neck. "You think you can just waltz in here and claim what's Wukong's?"

"I had no idea!" Circe protested, her eyes wide with a mix of panic and confusion. "This is a mistake! You must believe me!"

Harley Quinn reached forward to rip the dress off Circe, exposing her ample breasts, dark nipples and brown, well-loved pussy lips from multiple penetrations from men that Circe seduces in the past. She chuckled wickedly, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. "Oh, I know it's a mistake, darling. But mistakes are what make life interesting, aren't they?"

Circe tried to back away, but Poison Ivy stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. "The collar doesn't lie," she said, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to coil around Circe like a serpent. "You wanted power, didn't you? To be the consort of Sun Wukong?"

Harley Quinn pointed out, "It also disable magical powers so you won't use your magic."

Circe felt the power of the collar take hold of her, a sudden surge of energy that made her knees buckle. She tried to resist, but it was like trying to fight against a wave of pure desire that washed over her. She could feel her magical abilities slipping away, replaced by an overwhelming need to serve and pleasure Sun Wukong.

Even worse, Circe's cunt was becoming wet from the sheer power of the collar. She could feel it pulsing against her neck, sending waves of pleasure down her spine. She was terrified of what was to come, but she couldn't deny the excitement that bubbled up inside her.

The music stopped abruptly, and the lights went out like a flick of a switch, plunging the backstage into darkness. The only light now came from the glow of the Jade Monkey King Statue, which grew brighter with each passing second. The air grew thick with anticipation as the two consorts of Sun Wukong, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, watched Circe with a mix of amusement and hunger.

Suddenly, a gust of wind picked up, sending fabric billowing and knocking over props. The Jade Statue's eyes began to glow, and a deep, resonant chuckle filled the room. The statue's jade skin cracked, revealing the sex demon himself. Sun Wukong, with his monkey-like features and a muscular body that gleamed with an otherworldly light, emerged from the artifact. His grin was wide, showing off his sharp teeth, and his tail swished in anticipation.

Harley smiled. "We got her. Even though she was stupid enough to place the collar on herself, think that she can control reality. But she forgot that she's not in ancient times anymore," she chuckled.

Poison Ivy saunters closer, her emerald eyes glinting in the dim light. "Welcome to the club, sweetheart," she purrs, running a finger down Circe's bare shoulder. "You're going to love serving the king."

Sun Wukong steps forward, his monkey features casting eerie shadows on the walls. He towers over Circe, his cock already swollen with anticipation. "Indeed," he rumbles, his voice resonating through the room. "You shall serve me well, my new consort."

Circe, her mind racing with fear and arousal, tries to resist, but the collar's power is too strong. She feels her body responding to his presence, her breasts swelling and her pussy growing wetter by the second. She tries to speak, but only a whimper escapes her lips.

Sun Wukong reaches out and cups her chin, tilting her head back to expose her neck fully. His touch is surprisingly gentle for a creature of such power, but it sends a jolt of pleasure through her body. "Do not fight it," he whispers, his breath hot against her skin. "You will find your place at my side."

As if in response, the collar tightens slightly, sending a jolt of pain that morphs into pleasure. Circe gasps, her hands coming up to touch the collar involuntarily. It feels warm, almost alive, and she can feel it pulsing in time with her own erratic heartbeat.

"Good," Sun Wukong says, his grin widening. He steps closer, and Circe can smell his musk, a heady scent that makes her knees tremble. His hand moves from her chin to the back of her neck, his grip firm but not painful. "You will learn to embrace your new role."

With a swift motion, he yanks the collar off Circe's neck. The sudden absence of its power leaves her feeling vulnerable and exposed. She stumbles, but strong arms catch her before she hits the floor. Looking up, she sees Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, both grinning wickedly.

Both Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy held her legs open so Sun Wukong could have full access to her. The room was silent except for the sound of heavy breathing and the rustling of fabric. The sex demon's eyes traveled down her body, lingering on her wet pussy, and Circe felt a mix of dread and anticipation. This was not what she had planned for the evening, but the allure of the collar's power was too strong to resist.

Sun Wukong leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Circe's body quivered, and she couldn't help but moan as he explored her folds, his tongue skillfully caressing her clit. He was unlike any man she had ever been with, his touch filled with an ancient power that made her knees buckle even without the collar's influence. She felt her legs begin to shake as he brought her closer and closer to the edge of climax.

But just as she was about to fall over, he stopped. Circe whimpered, her eyes pleading, but Sun Wukong merely chuckled. "Patience," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "We have all night to explore each other."

The two consorts, Harley and Ivy, stepped aside, allowing the demon to lay her down on a velvet chaise lounge that had been hastily cleared of clutter. He straddled her, his thick, monkey-like cock pressing against her thigh. It was hot, almost too hot to touch, and pulsed with a rhythm that matched the collar's earlier grip on her neck.

Circe's breath hitched as Sun Wukong's hands began to roam over her body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He was rougher than she had expected, his clawed fingers digging into her flesh just enough to leave marks. But instead of pain, she felt a surge of need, a hunger that only he could satisfy.

He leaned down, his teeth grazing her neck as he licked the spot where the collar had been. Circe's eyes rolled back in her head, her hips bucking up against his. He chuckled, his breath hot and moist against her skin. "You are eager," he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup her breast, squeezing it roughly. "But I will not rush this. You will come to crave my touch."

With a sudden flick of his wrist, Sun Wukong conjured a set of golden handcuffs, securing Circe's wrists to the arms of the chaise. He climbed off her, leaving her panting and exposed. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as she watched him strip away his own clothing, revealing his powerful, fur-covered body. His cock was massive, standing erect and pulsing with a primal need that mirrored her own.

Circe squirmed against the velvet, her mind racing with the reality of her situation. The legends spoke of Sun Wukong's insatiable appetite for pleasure, and she knew she was about to experience it firsthand. The thought was terrifying and exhilarating. She had never been so vulnerable, her body and will no longer her own.

Sun Wukong's eyes gleamed as he approached her, his cock a beacon of his desire. He climbed back onto the chaise, his fur brushing against her skin as he positioned himself between her legs. He took his time, teasing her, his fingers tracing the outline of her labia before finally pushing inside her. Circe gasped, her body responding despite her fear. He was so much bigger than any mortal man, stretching her in a way that was both painful and deliciously intense.

Circe let out a yelp as Sun Wukong pushed deeper into her, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure. He moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of her tight, wet pussy around him. The handcuffs dug into her wrists, but the pain only served to heighten her arousal. Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy watched with hungry eyes, their bodies tense with excitement.

Harley chuckled, "Does it feel good? Does his cock feel like heaven?"

Poison Ivy leaned in closer, her voice a whisper in Circe's ear, "You'll get used to it, darling. It's all part of serving the king."

Circe's eyes snapped to hers, a mix of anger and desperation. "What have you done to me?" she hissed.

Harley Quinn slapped Circe's left tit. "Quiet now. We're just giving you a taste of your medicine for what you done to Wondie."

Circe's face turned paler than a marble Greek statue, realizing that Harley Quinn heard about how she turned Wonder Woman into a pig. She struggled against the handcuffs, her eyes flashing with anger and fear. But Sun Wukong didn't give her a chance to protest further. He began to thrust into her with increasing speed and force, each stroke sending waves of pleasure and pain through her body.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned, unable to form coherent words. The room spun around her, the strobe lights from the fashion show flickering through the open curtains casting eerie patterns on the walls. She could feel the eyes of the other two consorts on her, their desire feeding into her own. It was as if she was caught in a web of lust and power, and there was no escape.

Sun Wukong's thrusts grew harder, faster, and Circe could feel herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a crescendo building inside her that threatened to consume her entirely. She had never felt so alive, so alive and yet so utterly at the mercy of another being.

The sex demon's tail wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him, the furry tip grazing her clit with every movement. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pain and pleasure that had Circe's toes curling. Her legs trembled, and she knew she was going to come, whether she wanted to or not.

"That's it," Sun Wukong growled, his voice deep and animalistic. "Surrender to me."

Circe's body was a maelstrom of sensations, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She had never felt so used, so completely at the mercy of another being. Yet, as his cock plunged into her depths, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of exhilaration. The collar had bound her to him, and now she was experiencing the full brunt of his power.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through her defenses and leaving her gasping for breath. Her body convulsed around him, muscles tightening and releasing in a symphony of ecstasy. Sun Wukong grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light, as he watched her succumb to the pleasure he offered.

"You see?" he murmured, his voice low and rumbling. "Serving me is not so bad."

But Circe's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear, anger, and an unwelcome thrill mingled together as she lay there, her body still quivering from the intense climax. She had never been one to bow to anyone, especially not a creature like Sun Wukong. Yet, here she was, bound and at his mercy.

Her eyes snapped open, and she glared up at him. "I will never serve you willing-"

Harley spoke up, "Oh, you think you got a choice?" she laughed. "Remember drinking that wine. It had a strong aphrodisiac that makes the strongest person to become hornier than a rabbit. That's why you felt that way."

Ivy leaned closer, her breath warm and minty against Circe's ear. "You're ours now," she whispered, her voice a sweet promise of more torment to come. "You'll crave his touch, his cock, his dominance. And we'll be here to watch, to enjoy the show."

Circe's body was still trembling from her orgasm, but she managed to glare at the two other consorts. "This isn't over," she spat, her voice laced with venom. "I'll find a-"

Then Harley slapped her other tit, causing Circe to shudder from the pleasure and pain. "Oh, the aphrodisiac is making you a kind of masochistic. How delightful," she said with a smirk.

The next moments were a blur of sensation as Sun Wukong's furry tail slithered down her body, caressing her clit in a way that was both alien and incredibly satisfying. She felt another wave of pleasure building, despite her earlier climax. Her body was betraying her, responding to the demon's touch as if it had been programmed to do so. She thrashed against the handcuff

Circe's face went more paler, aphrodisiac working its magic on her. She didn't know the wine that was given to her by the model had been laced with it. Indeed, it was strong, probably stronger than a love potion she had once made for herself to seduce the hero, Theseus.

Sun Wukong's tail slithered down her body, circling around her clit, making her moan against her will. She had never felt anything so intense, so overwhelming. The collar's power was one thing, but this was a different beast entirely.

"You see," he said, his voice a dark purr, "you are already mine." He leaned down, his monkey-like features a stark contrast to the softness of his mouth as he kissed her. It was a claiming, a marking of his territory, and Circe felt something within her snap.

Her body arched off the chaise, her hips bucking against him, seeking more of that delicious friction. His tail tightened around her clit, squeezing it like a vice, and she screamed his name into the darkness.

Sun Wukong chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her body. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "You're going to love being mine," he murmured, his breath hot and heavy. "You'll beg for it."

Circe's eyes flashed with defiance, but her body was betraying her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, her legs wrapping around his waist of their own accord. She could feel the collar's power waning, but the aphrodisiac's effects were growing stronger by the second. She was lost in a sea of desire, unable to fight the relentless tide of pleasure that the sex demon brought her.

Sun Wukong pulled out of her, leaving her momentarily empty and aching. He grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach with surprising strength. Circe's breasts bounced as she was positioned, her ass now high in the air. The demon's tail slithered around her waist, his clawed hands gripping her firmly.

"This is just the beginning," he growled, his cock nudging against her soaking wet pussy. He pushed inside her from behind, the new angle sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her body. The fabric of the chaise lounge was rough against her skin, adding to the sensory overload.

Circe's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the tip of his cock breach her, filling her completely. He was so much larger than any man she had ever been with, and his furry tail teased her sensitive clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as he began to move, his strokes long and deep, hitting all the right spots.

The room was filled with the sounds of their mating, the wet slap of his furry body against hers, the squeak of the chaise beneath them, and their mingled gasps and moans. Circe felt her body responding, her pussy tightening around him, her hips pushing back to meet each thrust. It was as if she had no control over her own body, as if she was a marionette being played by a masterful puppeteer.

Sun Wukong's tail tightened around her waist, holding her in place as he fucked her with a ferocity that seemed inhuman. His claws dug into her hips, leaving half-moon marks that would likely scar. But Circe didn't care. The pain was a distant echo to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear, anger, and a burgeoning desire she couldn't explain. Yet, she found herself pushing back against him, her body craving more of his touch. Her mind screamed for release, for a way out of this torment, but her body sang a different tune.

The room was a blur of motion and sensation, the strobe lights from the abandoned runway casting an erratic pattern across their entwined forms. Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy watched with eager eyes, their own hands exploring each other's bodies as they witnessed Circe's submission to Sun Wukong.

The sex demon's tail continued to work its magic, teasing and tormenting her clit, bringing her closer and closer to another shattering climax. Circe's moans grew louder, more desperate, as she felt herself spiraling out of control. She had never been so used, so thoroughly claimed by another being.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong's hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. His teeth sank into her neck, and she screamed, the sharp pain melding with the pleasure that was building within her. She felt his cock swell even larger inside her, his grip on her hips tightening.

"You will serve me," he snarled, his voice low and guttural. "You will crave my touch, my seed."

Circe felt his cock swell even larger inside her, his tail tightening around her clit. The pain from his bite was exquisite, a reminder of her newfound vulnerability. But she would not give in so easily. She was a goddess, an ancient sorceress, not some plaything for a sex demon.

With a surge of willpower, she managed to break free of the handcuffs, the metal snapping like twigs under her enhanced strength. She whipped around, her eyes glowing with the fury of a thousand suns. Sun Wukong looked surprised for a moment, but his grin never wavered.

"Is that all you've got?" he taunted, his tail uncoiling from her body. "I've taken on gods before. What makes you think you can resist me?"

The room was a battleground of passion and power. Sun Wukong's tail lashed out, but Circe was ready. She conjured a barrier of pure energy, the tail's fur brushing against it with a sizzle. Her eyes blazed with defiance, the magic within her igniting a fierce rebellious spirit.

"You think I am just a toy to be played with?" she spat, her voice a mix of anger and arousal. "I am Circe, the one who has brought the mighty to their knees!"

Wukong's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge. "Well, you're the one who getting brought down to her knees," he said, his cock bobbing with every word. "But if you want to fight, let's make it interesting."

With a wave of his hand, the room shifted. The chaise lounge disappeared, replaced by a massive four-poster bed draped in velvet. The lights dimmed, and the air grew thick with the scent of exotic incense. It was clear he was setting the stage for their battle of wills.

Circe stepped off the bed, her legs unsteady. "Your games won't work on me," she said, her voice shaking with rage. But even as she spoke, she could feel the aphrodisiac's grip tightening. Her nipples were hard, her pussy wet and throbbing. She wanted to fight, but her body was a traitor, begging for his touch.

Sun Wukong leaped off the bed, landing on all fours. His cock stood tall, a symbol of his dominance. "Is that so?" he taunted, his tail swishing back and forth. "Then let us see who truly has the power here."

Circe's magical powers still didn't work, the collar and the aphrodisiac is making her powerless. But she wasn't about to give up without a fight. She raised her hands, and a fiery whip formed in them, crackling with energy. She lashed out at Sun Wukong, aiming for his cock. He dodged with surprising agility, his tail wrapping around the whip and pulling it from her grasp.

"I've seen your kind before," he said, his eyes flashing with amusement. "So eager to fight, so desperate to resist. But in the end, you always come back for more."

Circe snarled, her body aching for his touch despite her fury. She lunged at him with the fire whip, but he was too fast. His tail snaked out, wrapping around the whip and yanking it from her grasp. The flames licked at his fur, but instead of burning, they seemed to only add to his arousal. He threw the whip aside, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You think you can control me?" she spat, trying to regain some semblance of dignity.

Sun Wukong chuckled, his tail still wrapped around the whip. "Control? No, my dear. I merely wish to show you the error of your ways. To make you see that serving me is not a punishment, but a pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

With a flick of his wrist, the whip vanished, and he stalked closer to Circe. She tried to summon another weapon, but her trembling hands betrayed her. The aphrodisiac was taking its toll, making it difficult to focus. Her eyes never left his, a mix of anger and desire swirling in their depths.

"Fight it all you want," he murmured, his fur brushing against her bare skin. "But you'll only make it more delicious when you finally give in."

Circe's breath hitched as she felt his tail snake around her ankle, gently pulling her closer. She tried to resist, to summon her powers, but the collar was like a lead weight around her neck, dragging her down into a sea of need. Her body was a traitor, responding to his touch even as her mind screamed in protest.

Finally,she was forced on the bed, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy held her legs again, spreading them wide open for Sun Wukong to have full access. The demon's grin grew wider as he positioned himself at her entrance. His cock was still rock hard, the glow of his power pulsing through it. He didn't need to say anything; his intentions were clear.

"Beg for it," Harley whispered in Circe's ear, her breath hot and minty. "Beg for his cock. You know you want it."

Circe's eyes flashed with anger, but she couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her lips as Sun Wukong's tail slithered up her inner thigh. The aphrodisiac had her body singing with need, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. She felt the tip of his cock nudge against her, and she had to bite her lip to keep from begging for more.

"Never," she hissed, trying to push him away with her bound hands. But her efforts were futile against his superior strength. He leaned down, his tongue tracing the line of her neck, his teeth scraping against her skin. His breath was hot and sweet, a tantalizing promise of what was to come.

"Your resistance is adorable," Sun Wukong said, his voice a seductive purr. "But it won't last."

With that, he thrust into her, filling her completely. Circe's body arched off the bed, a scream of both anger and pleasure tearing from her throat. She had never felt so full, so claimed by another being. The demon's cock was like nothing she had ever experienced, a living force of nature that seemed to have a mind of its own.

He began to fuck her with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Each stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her toes curl and her eyes roll back in her head. Her magic was useless against this creature, her body a willing plaything in his capable hands.

Circe could feel the collar's power waning, the aphrodisiac taking hold. Her thoughts grew fuzzy, her mind a haze of lust and anger. She was a goddess, a creature of legend, and yet here she was, at the mercy of a sex demon and his consorts. But as Sun Wukong's cock pounded into her, she couldn't help but feel a perverse thrill.

Her body was no longer her own, it was a vessel for pleasure, a playground for the demon's desires. She could feel his power, his dominance, and it was intoxicating. The collar's magic was strong and the aphrodisiac was doing its job, turning her thoughts to a haze of want and need. She could feel the heat of his cock, the roughness of his fur, the strength of his grip as he took her, and it was driving her mad with lust.

But amidst the passionate haze, Circe's mind began to clear. She had been a sorceress for millennia, she had faced gods and monsters, she would not be broken by this creature. With a snarl, she channeled her anger into her magic, feeling it pulse through her veins. The room grew brighter as she called upon her powers, the air crackling with energy.

That's when it turned into pleasure beyond her comprehension.

Circe had underestimated the depths of her own depravity, the dark desires that lurked within her immortal soul. As Sun Wukong ravished her, she felt the last vestiges of her power surge through her veins, colliding with the aphrodisiac in a cataclysmic storm of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she screamed, her body a canvas for his dominance.

The room grew brighter, the air charged with the electricity of her magic. The bed frame groaned under their weight, the velvet sheets sticking to their sweat-slicked skin. Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy watched with rapt attention, their eyes glued to the erotic dance unfolding before them. They knew the power Circe held, and the sight of her submission was intoxicating.

Sun Wukong felt her magic rise, his grin turning feral. He didn't slow his pace, instead using her own power to amplify his own, driving her closer to the edge of sanity. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she grappled with the overwhelming sensations. Her body was his instrument, and he played it masterfully.

Circe's hands shot out, grabbing the bedpost, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked into the demon's eyes, a silent challenge. He responded by increasing his speed, his cock pounding into her with a force that made the bed shake. She felt the collar's grip tighten, the magic within it feeding on her arousal.

"Is this what you want?" she screamed, her voice a mix of anger and pleasure. "To break me?"

Sun Wukong's only response was to pound into her harder, his tail wrapping around her waist and pulling her even closer to him. The collar around her neck grew hot, the magic within it pulsing in time with her heartbeat. She could feel it feeding off her desire, growing stronger with every passing moment.

Harley Quinn pointed out, "I found a stronger aphrodisiac, Wukong."

Circe felt the effects of the potion intensify, her body becoming a living flame of desire. Sun Wukong's eyes lit up with excitement, and he increased his pace, driving her closer to the edge of oblivion. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter her.

"Yes," she heard herself whisper, the word a mere breath of surrender. "Take me."

Sun Wukong's eyes blazed with triumph, his strokes becoming more frenzied. The collar tightened further, the magic within it coiling around her spine like a serpent, driving her hips to meet his thrusts. She felt her own power swirling around them, a tempest of pleasure and rage.

Circe's back arched, her body bowing to the demon's will as he claimed her once more. Her breasts bounced with each impact, the pain of his teeth on her neck mixing with the ecstasy of his cock inside her. She couldn't fight it anymore, she didn't want to. She wanted to drown in the pleasure he offered, to let go of the burden of her pride and submit to the sex demon's dominance.

The room was a symphony of moans and the slap of flesh on flesh. Harley and Ivy watched with hungry eyes, their fingers working themselves in silent approval of the scene. They knew the power Circe had once wielded, and her fall from grace was a sweet victory.

Circe's body was a canvas of passion, her skin flushed with the demon's brand. Each thrust brought her closer to the brink of madness, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her magic, once so potent, was now a mere shadow, a whisper of its former self. The aphrodisiac had turned her into a creature of pure desire, and she was powerless to resist the demon's claim.

Sun Wukong's tail slithered up her body, wrapping around her neck, squeezing gently. "You will come for me," he growled, his voice a mix of promise and command.

Circe's eyes widened, and she felt the pressure build within her. She didn't want to, she couldn't, she-

She climaxed with a scream that echoed through the chamber, her body convulsing around Sun Wukong's cock. The room trembled with the force of her orgasm, the magic she had summoned dissipating in a burst of light. The demon's grip on her tightened, his own release imminent. He roared with triumph as he felt her walls clamp down around him, milking him for every drop of his seed.

As Circe's body went limp, the demon withdrew, his cock glistening with her juices. He climbed off the bed, his tail flicking with satisfaction. "Now, my pet," he said, his voice a dark caress, "you are truly mine."

Circe only whimpered, her eyes glazed over with the intensity of her climax. She felt Sun Wukong's weight leave the bed, and she collapsed onto the mattress, her body quivering with aftershocks of pleasure. She heard the sound of the demon's footsteps as he moved away from her, and she felt a pang of fear. What was he planning now?

Her eyes snapped open when she felt something cold and metallic press against her forehead. "What are you doing?" she gasped, trying to sit up.

"Just a little something to ensure your complete obedience," Sun Wukong said, his voice a dark whisper in the now-silent room. He held a thin, intricate circlet that seemed to be made of the same jade as the statue. "This will help you remember your place."

Circe felt the collar around her neck pulse with energy, and she realized what he meant. The circlet was a means to amplify the collar's power, to make her want him even more. She struggled against the consorts' grip, but it was futile. She was too weak, too drained from the powerful orgasm that had ravaged her body.

Sun Wukong knelt beside the bed, the circlet gleaming in the dim light. "You will wear this," he said, his voice low and commanding. "It will keep you in line, remind you of your place."

Circe's heart raced with a mix of fear and arousal. She knew she should fight, should use every ounce of her being to resist, but the collar's power was too strong. The aphrodisiac had her in its grip, and she couldn't deny the allure of the demon's touch. She felt his furry hand caress her cheek, his claws gently scratching at her skin.

"Don't fight it," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Embrace your new role. You'll find it... most rewarding."

Circe whimpered softly, the plessure had broke her mind. She was too overwhelmed to think, let alone speak. Her eyes glazed over with a mix of horror and ecstasy as she felt the cold metal of the circlet press against her forehead. The power within it pulsed, resonating with the collar around her neck. It was a prison for her mind, a shackle for her will.

Sun Wukong's grin was malicious as he placed the circlet on her head, the jade pieces fitting perfectly around her temples. The moment it clicked into place, she felt a jolt of energy surge through her, and her body went rigid. The collar's grip on her desire grew even stronger, a vice tightening with every pulse of the demon's power.

Almost every day, Circe is fucked by Wukong, the collar keeping her in a constant state of arousal, making it impossible for her to resist. Harley and Ivy watched with smirks, enjoying the show, knowing she was theirs now.

Usually, Wukong would fuck Harley Quinn and/or Poison Ivy or both, usually with a perfect duplicate of himself made from using his magic and a piece of his own hair, but tonight was different. He had Circe. The sorceress who had once looked down on him with such contempt, now lay before him, bound and begging for his cock. The sight was delicious and his cock grew even harder at the thought of fucking her tight pussy. He knew she was a powerful enemy of Wonder Woman, and he had always loved a good challenge.

He had three kids with both Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, two from Harley Quinn and one from Poison Ivy. And it oddly brought them closer together, a twisted family of love and chaos. They had named the children after mythological figures they found amusing, the twins from Harley, a boy and a girl, were named Delirium and Echo, while Ivy's son was named Phobos. The children were a constant reminder of their union, a living testament to the power of love and lust.

Circe felt her stomach churning with a mix of dread and anticipation as she stared up at the young children. The two children of Harley had much healthier skin tone compared to their mother (Harley Quinn), and Phobos (Poison Ivy's son) had some tint of green, like his mother. They looked at her with innocent curiosity, and she had to bite back the urge to tell them to run, to get as far away from this madness as possible.

But Wukong gently sooed, "Your daddy has a special guest tonight, doesn't he?" The twins, Delirium and Echo, giggled with excitement as they looked at Circe, who felt a strange twist in her gut, a mix of fear and desire while Phobos studied her with a more discerning gaze, while Delirium is the eldest child, Phobos being the second child (Poison Ivy's son with Wukong) and Echo is the youngest.

The three kids obeyed their father, exiting the room with a mix of innocent curiosity and nascent understanding of the games adults played. Once they were gone, the atmosphere grew heavier, the air thick with the scent of sex and power.

Sun Wukong approached Circe, his fur glistening with sweat. He reached out with his tail, caressing her cheek, leaving a trail of wetness behind. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down her spine. "You will crave my touch, my cock, my seed."

The collar and circlet worked in tandem, their magics merging to create a cage around Circe's thoughts. The demon's power grew stronger with each pulse, and she could feel the barriers of her mind crumbling. Her body was already his plaything, but now, even her thoughts were slipping from her grasp.

"Your struggle is pointless," Sun Wukong said, his voice a dark symphony of lust and dominance. "You will serve me willingly, or you will serve me by force. The choice is yours."

Circe gulped, feeling the collar and circlet tighten their grip on her very essence. Her body was a battleground of desire and fear, but she knew she couldn't resist much longer. She had to find a way to break free, to regain control of her own mind and body.

But she knew that her father, Helios will abandoned her if she failed to resist the demon's charm. A flicker of hope sparked within her, she needed to find a way to resist Wukong's dominance, to prove to herself and the gods that she was more than just a mere plaything.

The demon leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. "You will serve me," he whispered, his words a dark promise that sent shivers down her spine. "You will crave my touch, my cock, my seed. And your father abandoned the moment you wore that collar."

Circe felt a pang of despair at the mention of her father. She had always been the rebellious one, using her magic to thumb her nose at the gods. But now, she was at the mercy of a creature she had never even believed in.

The demon's tail slithered around her throat, tightening just enough to make her gasp. "Your divine lineage won't save you here," he said, his eyes gleaming with malicious glee. "In my realm, you are nothing but a whore to be used and discarded."

Circe felt the truth of his words sting, but the fire of her pride had not been fully extinguished. She knew she had to find a way to fight back, to reclaim her power. The collar and circlet were her shackles, but perhaps she could turn them into weapons.

Bt when he thrust into her again, Circe could feel the collar's grip loosening ever so slightly. It was as if the demon's own lust was weakening the bond. With each powerful stroke, she focused on that sliver of freedom, her mind racing to find a way to harness it. The pleasure was intense, but she refused to let it consume her completely.

She can't use her magic anymore. It's like either the collar had drained her magic or her magic had jumped ship because she can't even feel the tingle of her power. The demon's cock stretches her tight pussy as he fucks her with a brutal force that makes the bed rattle and squeak. His clawed hands hold her hips in a vice grip, and she knows she's going to have bruises tomorrow. But right now, all she can focus on is the way he feels inside her, filling her up and making her body sing with pleasure.

Her eyes are closed tight, her teeth gritted, and her breaths come in ragged gasps. The demon's grunts and the sound of their flesh slapping together is all she can hear. The smell of sex and sweat fills the air, and she can feel his hot breath on her neck. He's so close, she can almost taste his victory.

Finally, Wukong climaxed in Circe, the sorceress's mind broke from the pleasure-pain. As he pulled out, she lay there, panting and defeated, the collar and circlet pulsing with his victory. Harley and Ivy shared a knowing smile, their eyes glinting with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation for the next round of their twisted game.

But as the demon turned to them, Circe felt a spark of rebellion. The collar had loosened, and she knew she had to act fast. With a surge of strength she didn't know she had, she sat up, her eyes glowing with the faintest hint of magic.

But the glow in her eyes vanished, the collar tightening again as the aphrodisiac surged through her veins. She watched as Sun Wukong sauntered away, his tail swaggering with confidence. Her body, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, was a traitor to her cause.

"She's going to be so much fun to break," Harley Quinn said with a wicked smile, her voice a sickly sweet echo in the chamber. Poison Ivy agreed, her lips curling into a sadistic grin. They watched Circe's defeat with eager anticipation, ready to continue the twisted game of dominance and submission.

Circe whimpered, begging for more as the collar's power surged through her, demanding her submission. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions: anger at her own weakness, despair at her newfound enslavement, and a burning, inescapable craving for the demon's touch. She knew she had to find a way out, but the haze of pleasure made it nearly impossible to think clearly.

When Circe became pregnant with Wukong's baby, her personality had changed dramatically. The fiery goddess was now a quivering mess of need and obsession, her eyes glazed with desire for the demon. Harley and Ivy watched her transformation with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. They had seen the power she once wielded, the contempt she had for their kind, and now she was a mere shadow of her former self.

The twins, Delirium and Echo, had grown curious about the new addition to their family. They would often peek into Circe's chamber, whispering about the strange noises and the smells that wafted from within. Phobos, ever the observant one, had figured out the nature of the bond between their father and Circe. He studied her with a cautious eye, sensing the power that still lurked beneath the surface.

As the months passed, Circe's belly grew round with the demon's child. Despite her predicament, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of maternal pride. Her body was no longer just a vessel for pleasure; it was a cradle for new life. Yet, the collar and circlet remained, a constant reminder of her servitude.

To make things awkward for Circe, her libido had increased dramatically during her pregnancy, making the effects of the aphrodisiac even more intense. Sun Wukong took full advantage of this, using her insatiable hunger for his cock to keep her in line. He fucked her mercilessly, the collar and circlet ensuring she was always at the peak of arousal.

The days blurred into one endless cycle of pain and pleasure, with Circe never knowing when the next wave of desire would hit her. She hated herself for craving the very thing that kept her enslaved, but she couldn't help it. Her body had become an instrument of the demon's will, a plaything for his amusement.

It seems that Wukong was being careful with the baby in Circe's belly, as he varied his methods of pleasure, sometimes using his tail to fuck her, sometimes letting his consorts take a turn. Harley Quinn took a particular delight in teasing her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear while Ivy used her vines to caress her body, making her squirm with pleasure. The demon watched, his eyes gleaming with pride and desire as his consorts brought Circe to one screaming orgasm after another.

Circe's magic remained dormant, trapped by the collar and circlet. But as the baby grew, so did her resolve. She felt a spark of something new, a fierce protective instinct that was as primal as the hunger the aphrodisiac created in her. She vowed to find a way to regain her power, not just for herself, but for the innocent life growing within her.

One evening, as the room was filled with the soft whispers of their children playing outside, Circe took a deep breath and reached out to the collar. The metal was cold and unyielding, but she focused her will, pushing against the barrier that kept her magic at bay. It was like trying to move a mountain with her bare hands, but she was determined.

Even with the collar, Circe is unable to use her magic, meaning that the collar had drained her of her power or her magic had abandoned her the moment she put it on. She's trapped in a cycle of endless pleasure and pain, her thoughts consumed by Sun Wukong's dominance. But amidst the haze of desire, a spark of rebellion flickers.

But the sparks had perished, realizing that her power was truly gone. The collar had stolen not just her magic but her will, leaving her a mere mortal, though her youthful appearance remained unchanged. Wukong's touch had become a torment, a never-ending cycle of pleasure and pain that she could not escape from. Her thoughts were foggy, her mind a mess of want and despair.

She felt her water broke, the sudden gush of warm liquid between her legs snapping her out of her daze. Circe gasped lightly, looking down to see the bed sheets soaked. She knew what was happening, she had read enough mortal books to understand the process. But the reality was much more intense than any written word could ever convey.

Wukong, noticing her distress, came to her side with a sneer. "It seems the pup is ready to enter the world," he said, his voice thick with amusement. "Prepare yourself, consort. This will be a night to remember."

The contractions began, ripping through Circe's body like a storm. She screamed, the pain unlike anything she had ever felt before. The demon hovered over her, his fur ruffling with excitement. "You will birth my child," he said, his voice a mix of command and promise. "And in doing so, you will seal your fate."

Harley and Ivy stepped forward, their expressions a twisted mix of anticipation and glee. They had seen this before, the breaking of a strong spirit, the moment when the collar and circlet claimed their victim completely. They knew Circe was close to that point, and they reveled in her suffering.

The baby exited Circe's cunt,letting out a wail that pierced the quiet room. Wukong caught the squalling newborn in his furry arms, holding it up with a victorious smile. The child was a perfect mix of him and Circe, with a hint of humanity in the shape of its face, but the body was that of a monkey, covered in soft, downy fur.

Circe whimpered out, "M...Mommy loves you...along with Daddy," her voice filled with pain and love, looking at the newborn with a mix of fear and hope. The demon's grin widened as he watched her succumb to the maternal instinct, her fiery spirit dimming before his eyes. He knew she was his now, body and soul.