Demonic Great Sage (Impregnation Edition)

The abandoned museum is quiet, the other sounds are either the wind blowing through the cracks or the distant howl of a stray dog. Fujiko Mine, a figure dressed in black, moves silently across the dusty marble floor. She's slender, yet her movements are deliberate and powerful, a stark contrast to the delicate chandeliers that hang above her, unlit and gathering dust. Her eyes dart around the grand room, searching for any signs of the rumored artifacts. Her heels tap lightly on the ground, echoing in the vast emptiness.

"This place look dusty.." Fujiko spoke, her voice a low murmur that seemed to dance in the silence before dissipating into the shadows. She pulled out a small flashlight from her utility belt, casting a narrow beam across the wall. The once vibrant paintings had faded to ghosts of their former selves, the gold trim now a dull shade of brown. The air was thick with dust, each breath she took felt like a miniature cloud of it escaping from her nose and mouth. Despite the creeping sense of unease, Fujiko remained unfazed, her eyes gleaming with excitement at the challenge ahead.

Her target tonight was the fabled artifact, the Pendant of Lust, said to be connected to the notorious sex demon, Sun Wukong. Legend had it that the demon could manipulate the desires of anyone who wore the amulet, granting them unbridled pleasure while simultaneously enslaving them to its own whims. Fujiko wasn't one to believe in the supernatural, but the hefty price tag on the artifact was too tempting to ignore. Plus, she enjoyed the thrill of debunking myths and getting her hands on something that no one else could before Lupin could get it.

Making her way through the dimly lit corridors, she followed the blueprints she had meticulously studied earlier. The air grew colder as she approached the chamber where the artifact was supposedly hidden. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and she swore she heard the faint whispers of unseen entities. She shrugged it off as the building's old pipes groaning and focused on the task at hand.

As she reached the chamber, she found the door slightly ajar. The light from her flashlight played on the dust particles, revealing ancient runes etched into the stone frame. Fujiko took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Inside, the room was smaller than she had anticipated, with a pedestal at the center holding a velvet-covered box. The pendant was said to be inside, its allure too potent to be left uncovered.

Then Fujiko noticed an odd smell. It was a mixture of peaches and something akin to a monkey's stench. The scent was oddly arousing, causing Fujiko dizzy. She took a step back, trying to clear her head. "Must be part of the trap," she thought, her mind racing. She knew she couldn't let anything distract her from her prize.

The pedestal was surrounded by a series of pressure plates, each with a symbol that matched the one on the box. It was a simple puzzle, but one wrong step would trigger an alarm or worse. She studied the layout, her heart racing. The thrill of the heist was always a heady cocktail of fear and excitement, but this was something different. The room felt alive, as if it were watching her every move.

Her gloved hand hovered over the first plate, the symbol of a crescent moon. She took a breath and stepped onto it, feeling the cold stone beneath her foot. There was a faint click, and the air grew heavier. The scent of peaches grew stronger, making her feel faint. "Stay focused," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. She took another step onto the next plate, the symbol of a coiled snake.

The air around her began to shift, the shadows stretching and moving in a way that seemed unnatural. She ignored the distraction and stepped onto the third plate, the symbol of a lotus flower. The floor vibrated slightly, and she heard a soft, almost sensual groan. Fujiko's eyes narrowed, and she drew her handgun, ready for whatever was about to happen.

That's when she notice that she was aroused, her vaginal juices wetting the fabric of her bodysuit. She felt an urge to touch herself, but she knew that this was not the time for pleasure. The scent of peaches and the faint groan grew louder, and she saw the shadows coalesce into the form of a creature. Sun Wukong, the sex demon, emerged from the dark corner of the room, his eyes glowing a fiery red. He was exactly as the legends described: a muscular, humanoid monkey with an erect penis that was more than twice the size of a human's.

Fujiko's instincts took over. She aimed her gun at the demon, her hand steady despite the desire that was now pulsing through her body. "Back off," she ordered, her voice a mix of authority and a hint of the same arousal she was trying to suppress.

But Wukong pulled the gun out of her grasp with ease, his grin widening. "Ah, Fujiko Mine," he said, his voice a velvety purr that seemed to resonate through her body. "I've been waiting for you."

Fujiko's mind raced. She had underestimated the situation. This wasn't just a simple artifact heist; she had stumbled into the demon's lair. She took a step back, trying to keep her composure. "Let go of my gun," she demanded, her voice a mix of annoyance and arousal she couldn't hide.

Sun Wukong chuckled, his eyes glowing brighter as he examined the weapon. "So tiny, yet so powerful in your hands," he said, tossing it aside with a flick of his wrist. It clattered against the floor, out of reach. "But I have something much more potent to offer you. You need to strip first."

Fujiko's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She was not used to being in such a vulnerable position, especially with a creature that could manipulate desire. But she knew she had to play along for now. Slowly, she began to unbuckle her utility belt, letting it fall to the ground with a soft thud. She peeled off her bodysuit, revealing her bare, toned body. The cold air of the room did nothing to quench the fire of lust that had been ignited within her.

Sun Wukong watched her intently, his gaze lingering on her exposed flesh. His erection grew even larger, the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart. "Good," he murmured, his tail flicking back and forth in anticipation. "Now, come closer."

Fujiko took a tentative step forward, her eyes never leaving the demon's. She felt a strange pull towards him, a magnetic force that seemed to defy logic. As she approached, the scent of peaches grew overwhelming, making her knees weak. She gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to give in to the pleasure that was building within her.

"Your human desires are so easy to manipulate," Wukong said, his grin widening to show sharp teeth. "But fear not, I shall be gentle." His hand reached out, the fur on his arm brushing against her bare skin, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Fujiko felt a jolt of electricity as his touch sent waves of desire coursing through her.

Her body responded almost against her will, stepping closer to the demon. She could feel the heat of his body, and she realized that she was panting slightly, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "What do you want?" she managed to ask, her voice a sultry whisper.

"I'm going to fuck so hard." Wukong whisper, "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never want to leave my side."

Fujiko's body responded with a shiver of anticipation. She knew she had to act fast. With a swift move, she grabbed a dagger from her discarded utility belt, hidden in the folds of the fabric. She spun around and drove it into Wukong's side, aiming for a spot where she knew he would be vulnerable. The demon didn't react but pulled it out with a chuckle, his skin unblemished. "Is that all you have, my little thief?"

Wukong's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. Fujiko gasped as she felt his hard member press against her stomach. "I can feel your heart racing, your body betrays you," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. "You want this. You want me." His tail wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer, and she felt the tip of his penis brush against her wetness.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a battle between her will to resist and the overwhelming desire to submit. She gritted her teeth and used her free hand to pull the dagger back out, aiming for his chest. He caught her wrist again, his grip unyielding. "Why fight it?" he murmured. "You know you're going to enjoy this."

Fujiko's eyes narrowed. "I'm not your toy-" she was cut short when Wukong thrust his cock on her pussy, teasing the entrance. "Ahh!" she couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. "Stop!" she yelped, trying to pull away, but his tail tightened around her waist, keeping her in place.

With a smirk, the demon leaned in, his teeth grazing her ear. "You're so much more than a toy, Fujiko," he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "You're a challenge, a delightful puzzle to solve."

Faced with the overwhelming desire and the demon's irresistible touch, Fujiko realized that she had no choice but to outsmart him. Her mind raced as she searched for a way to regain control. Then, it hit her—she knew a thing or two about manipulation herself. Playing along, she leaned into the demon's embrace, her body arching towards his, her breasts brushing against his furry chest. "Alright, Wukong," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Let's see what you've got."

But Wukong wasn't fooled. His grip tightened, and with a swift move, he had her pinned against the cold stone wall, his massive cock pressing insistently against her, the tip probing at her entrance. "Ah, so eager," he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

Fujiko's mind raced. She had to think fast. She pretended to give in, her body going limp in his arms, her breathing heavy with feigned desire. The demon's grin grew wider, and he leaned in to kiss her, his tongue snaking out to taste her lips. As he did, she brought her knee up sharply, aiming for his balls. But instead of striking her target, she felt his tail wrap around her leg, pulling it aside and leaving her open.

"Such spirit," Wukong chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and lust. "But I'm afraid you're no match for me." With a quick thrust, he pushed inside her, filling her completely. Fujiko's eyes widened in shock and pleasure, a gasp escaping her mouth. The demon was unlike anything she had ever felt before—his size, his strength, the way he moved—it was all overwhelming.

Her body, now under his control, began to move with his rhythm, her hips bucking against him as he drove deeper and deeper. The cold stone wall bit into her back, sending a sharp contrast to the heat between her legs. She could feel every inch of him, the roughness of his fur, the velvety softness of his cock, the power in every stroke.

Fujiko's thoughts grew hazy, and she felt her resolve slipping away. The pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced—it was as if the demon was crafting it himself, tailoring it to her every whim. Her mind was breaking, unable to resist the siren call of the Pendant of Lust that she had so recklessly sought. She could feel the demon's power, his influence spreading through her like a wildfire, consuming her in a delicious, all-consuming heat.

But Fujiko Mine was not one to be easily conquered. As the demon's thrusts grew more demanding, she searched for a way to regain control. Her eyes fell on the velvet-covered box on the pedestal, and she remembered the artifact's supposed power. If she could only get her hands on the Pendant, she might be able to turn the tables.

But Wukong pinned her to the ground, his chest pressing against her back as he continued to fuck her with unyielding force. "You're mine now," he groaned, his grip tightening around her hips as he pushed deeper.

Fueled by desperation and a stubborn refusal to lose, Fujiko reached out with her free hand, her fingers brushing against the velvet box. The scent of peaches grew stronger, and she knew the Pendant of Lust was inside. She focused on the artifact, her mind racing for a way to harness its power. As Wukong's thrusts grew more erratic, she felt his control over her wane ever so slightly.

But the pressures plates slowly began to glow, a soft red light pulsing in time with the demon's grunts. The room grew warmer, the air thick with a tension that had nothing to do with the imminent climax of their encounter. Fujiko could feel the power of the Pendant resonating with her own desires, amplifying them until they were all that mattered. She had to have it.

But Wukong grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, his body pressing her into the cold marble floor. "You're too eager, my pet," he taunted, his tail wrapping around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp for air. "First, I must teach you to obey."

Fujiko felt a flicker of anger amidst the desire. She was not one to be controlled, especially by a creature like this. Her eyes searched the room for anything she could use to her advantage. She spotted the gun she had dropped earlier, just out of reach. "Is that all you can do?" she goaded, her voice dripping with fake submission. "Fuck me and think you've won?"

"I already won." Wukong spoke, his breath hot against her neck as he continued to pound into her, his pace unrelenting. "Your body is singing for me."

Fujiko is pinned down as Wukong fucks her with unbridled passion, his furred body moving rhythmically over hers. Her thoughts become a blur of pleasure and defiance, her eyes never leaving the glowing pressure plates. The red light from the plates casts an eerie glow on their entwined forms, painting them in a seductive dance of power and submission. The scent of peaches is intoxicating, the heat from the demon's body searing her skin. She can feel the Pendant's power resonating within her, and she knows she must claim it.

But the pendant is sealed away since the puzzle had a time limit, she thought, and she needed to solve it fast. Faking a moan of pleasure, she whispered, "Oh, yes, harder, Wukong," buying herself a few more moments to think. With a wicked smile, she felt a plan forming in her mind. She wriggled her hand free and reached under her, her fingers searching for the dagger she had used earlier. The demon's grip on her wrists tightened, but she managed to grab the hilt, her grip slippery with her own juices.

"You're faking it." Wukong spoke, his tone teasing as he leaned back, his cock still deep inside her. "But I'll give you what you want." He grabbed her hips and pounded into her with renewed vigor, his massive member stretching her to the limits.

Fujiko's body responded with a whine of pleasure, but she didn't let it show on her face. She knew she had to act fast. With the dagger in hand, she twisted her body, bringing the blade up to the demon's chest. "Not for much longer," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr.

But when his cock hit her g-spot, Fujiko's eyes rolled back in genuine ecstasy, and she let out a real moan. It was a delicious agony, a war between her will to resist and the overwhelming pleasure that seemed to come from the very core of her being.

Wukong's smile grew wider, his confidence in his victory evident as Fujiko's moans grew louder. "You can't resist, can you?" he murmured, his strokes becoming more powerful, the room echoing with the slap of flesh against flesh. "No wonder that Lupin fellow couldn't keep you."

Her eyes snapped open, the mention of Lupin serving as a sharp reminder of her own strength. "Don't speak his name," she snarled, her hand tightening around the dagger. She waited for the perfect moment, biding her time, her breaths matching the tempo of their frenzied coupling.

But Wukong lifted her up in a full Nelson hold, his cock was still in her, his tail wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. "You want this," he said, his voice a seductive growl. "You want me to fuck you until you scream for more."

Tye dsgger slipped out of her hand, clattering to the floor as Fujiko's body succumbed to the wave of pleasure that crashed over her. Her eyes glazed over, and she felt herself losing control, her body moving in tandem with the demon's relentless thrusts. But as the pleasure peaked, she gritted her teeth and reached for the last shred of her willpower.

However, the pendant is sealed away, the pressure plate puzzle had a time limit.

Wukong picked up the dagger and threw it across the room, a smug look on his face. "I knew you couldn't resist me," he said, his strokes becoming more powerful, the room echoing with their passionate grunts.

Fujiko felt the beginnings of a climax building within her, but she couldn't let it overtake her. She had to focus, had to remember why she was here. The Pendant of Lust was her ticket out of this nightmare. With a renewed sense of purpose, she reached out with her mind, trying to feel the power of the artifact. The air grew charged, the plates on the floor pulsing with energy.

But sge realized that she didn't need the dagger. She had something more potent—her own desire. With a twist of her hips, she arched her back, taking Wukong's cock even deeper. "Is that all you've got?" she taunted, her voice dripping with lust and challenge.

"Don't go crying if you get pregnant with my offspring." Wukong spoke, that made Fujiko freeze from shock.

"What?" she gasped, her mind racing as she tried to process what he had just said.

Wukong's grin grew even more wicked. "The Pendant of Lust isn't just a toy, my dear," he whispered, his voice a dark caress against her ear. "It's a conduit. And as long as I'm inside you, I can give you everything you crave."

Fujiko's mind raced. She had to get that Pendant. Now. The room spun around her, the pleasure bordering on pain. Her hand reached for the velvet box, her eyes locked on the glowing plates. "You think you're in control?" she murmured, her voice shaky.

"The Pendant is already sealed." Wukong spoke, a hint of amusement in his tone as he watched Fujiko's desperate attempt to reach the artifact. "But I can give you a taste of its power." His tail slipped from her throat, slithering down her body to her clit. He began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, his cock still pumping in and out of her.

Fujiko's eyes widened as she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. "No," she whispered, her voice strained. "I need to... to... "

"Cum." Wukong spoke.

Fujiko's eyes snapped to meet his, the command in his voice leaving no room for misunderstanding. Her body was on the edge of a cliff, and she knew that with one more word, she would fall over into oblivion.

"Now," Wukong growled, his tail increasing its pace, the pressure on her clit driving her closer to the brink.

Fujiko's body was a live wire, sparking with need. She could feel the pressure building, a volcanic force threatening to consume her. "No," she whispered, her hand hovering over the plates.

Wukong's strokes grew even more intense, his tail mercilessly working her clit. "Say it," he demanded, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Say you're mine."

With a surge of strength fueled by rage and the need to regain control, Fujiko tried to slammed her hand down onto the pressure plates, solving the puzzle but she was too lost in the haze of pleasure to form a coherent thought. Her body was on fire, and she felt as if she was going to shatter under the demon's touch.

"Cum for me," Wukong ordered, his voice a seductive growl that sent shivers down her spine.

And Fujiko climaxed, her body writhing under Wukong's, her scream echoing through the chamber. The pressure plates responded to her orgasm, the ancient mechanism clicking into place with a series of finality. The red glow grew brighter, and she felt a surge of power, her body alight with an energy she had never experienced before.

She finally noticed a crotch tattoo forming, resembling a strange heart surrounded by clouds.

Finally, Fujiko begged, "P...Please punish me for being a bad girl..."

Wukong chuckled softly. "You been a bad girl, alright.."

He pulled out of her, and Fujiko felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Her body was still pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure, but she knew she had to act fast. The plates on the floor had stopped glowing, but the air was charged with an energy that made her skin tingle.

Wukong leaned down and whispered, "You're mine now," his breath hot against her neck.

"M..mmm..." Fujiko whimpered as Wukong suddenly thrust into her pussy again, filling her completely. The sudden sensation was almost too much to handle, her body still sensitive from the powerful orgasm that had ripped through her moments ago. She felt the tattoo on her inner thigh pulse in time with the demon's strokes, a reminder of the bond that had been forged between them.

Her hand shot out, grasping the velvet box. It was now within reach, the Pendant of Lust calling to her with an irresistible allure. She knew that if she claimed it, she could harness its power and use it to break free from the demon's grasp. But as she reached for it, Wukong's tail coiled around her wrist, pulling her hand away.

"Ah-ah," he chided, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Not yet, my pet. You've only just begun to understand what I can give you. You need a punishment for that."

Fujiko's eyes widened with fear and anticipation. Wukong's tail tightened around her wrist, pulling her hand away from the box. He flipped her over onto her stomach, her breasts pressing into the cold marble. "You're going to learn to obey," he said, his voice thick with lust.

Fujiko felt the demon's hand caress her ass, the touch gentle despite his rough exterior. But she knew the gentle touch was a precursor to something far more intense. She braced herself, her heart racing as his hand hovered over her skin. Then, with a swift motion, he brought his palm down hard on her cheek. The sound echoed through the chamber, and Fujiko's body jolted with the impact.

"Again," Wukong demanded, his voice a mix of desire and authority.

Fujiko bit her lip, the sting of his hand still reverberating through her body. She could feel the heat spreading from her ass to her pussy, and she knew that she was still wet for him despite her efforts to resist. "Please," she whimpered, her voice a mix of pain and arousal.

Wukong's tail wrapped around her neck, pulling her head back. "You're so beautiful when you beg," he murmured, his breath warm against her cheek. His hand traveled down her spine, tracing the curve of her body until it reached her pussy. His fingers slipped inside her, and she couldn't help but moan as he began to pump them in and out in a deliciously torturous rhythm.

Fujiko's mind was a storm of sensation, the pain from the spanking mingling with the pleasure from his touch. She could feel the Pendant's power within her, begging to be released. "I need it," she whimpered. "Your...cock.."

Wukong's tail tightened around her neck, forcing her to look back at him. "What did I say?" he growled. "You're going to ask for it properly."

"Please," Fujiko gasped, her body trembling with need. "I need your...your cock."

Wukong chuckled, his grip on her neck loosening slightly. "Good girl," he murmured, his tail sliding from her neck to replace his hand on her pussy. "Now, tell me, why do you deserve to cum?"

Fujiko's breath hitched as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. "Because...because I'm...your toy," she managed to say, the words sticking in her throat.

Wukong's eyes lit up with excitement. "Good girl," he repeated, his tail giving her a gentle squeeze. "Now, tell me what you want."

"I want your cock," Fujiko moaned, her voice raw with need. "I want you to fuck me until I scream."

Wukong's eyes flashed with triumph. "As you wish," he said, his tail releasing her neck to stroke her clit.

Fujiko felt his cock at her entrance once more, and she couldn't help but push back against him, eager for more. He slammed into her, his strokes fast and deep, filling her with a pleasure that was both divine and demonic. She could feel the Pendant's power pulsing within her, but it was no match for the demon's relentless onslaught.

Wukong's hand came down on her ass again, the sting sending another wave of pleasure through her body. She gripped the velvet box tightly, feeling the Pendant's warmth against her palm. She knew she had to act, had to use its power before she lost herself completely.

But due to the pleasure, she can't focus on the task at hand. She's lost in a sea of sensation, her thoughts consumed by the demon's touch. The sting of his palm, the gentle stroking of his tail, and the relentless pounding of his cock—it's too much to handle. She feels like she's going to shatter into a million pieces, each one more aroused than the last.

Her body betrays her, arching back to meet his every thrust, her hips pushing back to take him deeper. "Fuck me," she gasps, the words slipping out before she can stop them.

Wukong's grin widens. "Such language," he teases, his grip on her waist tightening as he drives into her. "But I'm not one to disappoint."

Fujiko's eyes roll back in her head as the demon's cock hits her g-spot with every thrust. Her pussy clenches around him, desperate for more. She feels her body slipping away from her, succumbing to the uncontrollable need for release. The tattoo on her thigh pulses, sending waves of heat through her core, making her want to scream.

Wukong's hand comes down on her ass again, the sting sending a jolt of electricity through her. "Please," she begs, her voice a broken whisper. "Please let me cum."

He leans down, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to cum for me, my pet," he whispers, his voice a dark promise. "But first, you need to tell me something."

Fujiko's mind is a fog of pleasure, but she forces herself to focus. "What?" she pants, her body desperate for release.

"Say it," Wukong demands, his strokes growing more erratic, his fingers digging into her hips. "Say you want my cum inside you."

Fujiko's body feels like it's on fire, her pussy tightening around his cock as she fights to maintain control. "Please," she whimpers, her resolve weakening. "Please, I need it."

Wukong's tail flicks against her clit, the sensation pushing her closer to the edge. "Say it," he growls, his hand coming down hard on her ass again.

With a sob of need, Fujiko finally surrenders. "I want your cum," she whispers, the words feeling like a dark benediction on her lips. "Please, fill me with your seed."

Wukong's grip on her hips tightens, his thrusts becoming more powerful. "That's my girl," he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure. "Now, cum for me."

Fujiko feels her body respond to his command, her pussy clenching around his cock as she explodes in a shower of pleasure. She screams his name, the sound echoing through the chamber as she bucks back against him, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado.

But Wukong isn't finished with her yet. He pulls out, leaving her feeling empty and exposed. "On your knees," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down her spine.

Fujiko's body moves of its own accord, sliding off the marble bench to kneel before the demon. She looks up at him, her eyes glazed with lust and desperation. He stands before her, his cock glistening with her juices, and she knows what he expects. She opens her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty precum beading at the tip.

Wukong's tail snaps around her neck, forcing her to look up at him. "Good," he says, his eyes gleaming. "Now, beg for it."

Fujiko's cheeks burn with a mix of humiliation and arousal. But she knows she has to play his game if she wants to survive. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Please let me taste your cum."

Wukong's smile widens, and he leans forward, his cock brushing against her lips. "Ask nicely," he says, his voice a seductive purr.

Fujiko's eyes never leave his, and with a tremble in her voice, she repeats, "Please, let me taste your cum."

Wukong's tail tightens around her neck, and she feels a thrill of fear. But she refuses to break eye contact, her own determination fighting against the demon's dominance. With a groan, he releases his grip slightly, allowing her to take his cock into her mouth. She sucks him eagerly, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she tries to ignore the feeling of his tail still wrapped around her throat.

The demon's grip on her hair tightens, guiding her movements as he starts to fuck her mouth. Fujiko's eyes water, but she refuses to give in to the pain, her own need for the Pendant's power keeping her going. She can feel the energy building within her, the tattoo pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

Wukong's breaths grow ragged, his hips jerking as he nears his climax. Fujiko's hand slides up to his cock, her grip firm as she works him with her mouth and hand. She can taste his power, feel it coating her tongue and filling her throat as he fucks her face.

Suddenly, she feels it—the Pendant's power surging through her, responding to her desperation. The tattoo on her thigh burns with an intensity that makes her vision swim. She pulls back slightly, her eyes locked on Wukong's. "Please," she whispers, her voice thick with the demon's essence. "Cum for me."

With a roar, Wukong's hips buck, and he explodes in her mouth, his cum hot and potent. Fujiko swallows eagerly, feeling the thick cum slide down her throat. The power of the Pendant of Lust surges through her, filling her with an energy she's never felt before. She uses the last of her strength to stand, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm.

Wukong quickly took the box from her hand, a smug look on his face. "Now, now," he said, "That's not for the likes of you."

Fujiko felt the power of the Pendant coursing through her veins, and she knew she had to act fast. She lunged for the box, but Wukong was too quick. He danced out of her reach, the Pendant glinting in the dim light as he held it high above his head. "I think it's time for your final punishment," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Fear and anger melded into a fiery determination within Fujiko. She couldn't let this monster win. Her hand shot up, and she snatched the box from the air as it fell from his grip. The tattoo on her thigh flared with an intense heat that shot up her spine, and she knew the Pendant had recognized her as its new master.

But she forgot one thing. The Pendant of Lust had increased her libido dramatically, thus making her act like a slutty submissive version of herself.

With the Pendant in hand, Fujiko felt a sudden shift in power, the energy within her surging to new heights. Wukong's eyes narrowed, his grin faltering for the first time since their encounter. "What trickery is this?" he snarled, his tail lashing out at her.

Fujiko dodged the tail with ease, the Pendant's power enhancing her reflexes. "You underestimated me," she said, her voice now filled with a confidence she hadn't felt before. She could feel the demon's cum in her mouth, a potent elixir that seemed to be fueling her newfound strength.

However, that would be a big mistake for Fujiko, as the Pendant's power was not only a weapon but a curse. The demon's seed, now part of her, began to corrupt her mind, making it harder for her to think clearly. Her thoughts swam with lust, and she found herself craving more of Wukong's touch.

Wukong watched her with a mix of rage and excitement. "You think you can handle this power?" he taunted, his cock already hardening again. "It's going to consume you, just like it did the last one who dared to take it from me."

Fujiko felt the Pendant's power pulsating in her hand, the heat from it making her palm sweat. She took a deep breath, trying to push aside the fog of desire that was threatening to engulf her once again. "I'm not like the others," she said, her voice firm. "I can control it."

"But you can't." Wukong spoke, his tone mocking. "The Pendant's power is mine, and now that you've tasted it, you're going to crave it until you're nothing but a mindless slut, begging for more."

Fujiko's eyes flashed with defiance. "We'll see about that," she said, her voice shaky but determined. She raised the Pendant high, feeling its power pulsing through her. The room grew darker, the air thick with lust and challenge.

Wukong took a step forward, his cock fully erect once more. "You think a mere mortal can control me?" He sneered, his tail whipping through the air like a serpent ready to strike.

Fujiko felt the Pendant vibrate in her hand, the power within it growing more insistent. It whispered sweet nothings into her ear, promising her more pleasure than she could ever imagine. But she knew she had to resist. "I'm not just any mortal," she said, her voice stronger than she felt. "I'm Fujiko Mine."

But Wukong spoke, "The Pendant makes you a submissive slut."

Fujiko gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to succumb to the Pendant's seductive whispers. "I'm not your plaything," she spat, her eyes never leaving the demon's. "I'm going to use this power to make you regret ever laying eyes on me."

Wukong chuckled darkly. "We'll see about that," he said, his tail wrapping around her waist and pulling her back onto the marble bench. His cock nudged against her pussy, still slick with their combined juices, and she felt the power of the Pendant surge in response.

Fujiko's resolve wavered as she felt the demon's hard length pressing into her, but she knew she had to act now. With a flick of her wrist, she brought the Pendant down to the base of his cock, and whispered an ancient incantation she hadn't known she knew..

But nothing happened.

Wukong's smug smile grew wider, and he thrust into her again, his tail tightening around her neck. "You think you can control me with that?" he taunted, his voice thick with arousal. "You're mine, Fujiko. You're going to feel the full extent of my power, and you're going to beg for more."

Fujiko's body screamed for release, but she clenched her fists and focused her will. The Pendant grew hot in her hand, the energy pulsing through her body like a living thing. "No," she gasped, pushing him back. "I'm in control."

But the demon wasn't ready to concede defeat. He thrust into her with a ferocity that made the marble bench shake, his eyes burning with the intensity of a thousand suns. Fujiko felt the Pendant's power swell within her, a fiery need that was both terrifying and exhilarating. "You can't have me," she gasped, pushing against his chest.

Wukong spoke, "You're already mine, Fujiko." He slammed into her with renewed vigor, his tail caressing her clit in a way that made her vision swim. "You can feel it, can't you?"

Fujiko's body responded to his claim, her pussy clenching around his cock despite her efforts to resist. She gripped the Pendant tightly, willing it to respond to her, to give her the strength she needed to overcome the demon. The room spun around her, the smell of peaches and sex permeating the air, making it hard to think.

With a final, desperate push, she managed to speak the incantation again, her voice strong and clear, however much her body was betraying her. This time, the Pendant responded, the heart-shaped tattoo on her thigh pulsing in time with the words she spoke. The room grew brighter, and she felt the power of the Pendant surge through her veins, filling her with an uncontrollable need to use it.

Then her mind broke from the pendant's power. The incantation didn't work. Fujiko's eyes widened with horror as she realized the extent of the demon's control over her. Her body was on fire with need, and she couldn't fight it anymore. She wrapped her legs around Wukong's waist, pulling him deeper inside her, begging for more.

Wukong's smile grew even more smug. "See, you can't resist," he whispered in her ear, his tail flicking against her clit with a precision that made her want to scream. "You're mine now, Fujiko."

Fujiko's mind raced as she felt the Pendant's power slipping through her fingers. The demon's cum, still lingering in her mouth, seemed to be affecting her more than she had anticipated. Her thoughts were muddled with lust, her body a traitor to her own desires. But deep down, she knew she couldn't let this be the end.

With a desperate moan, she clutched the Pendant tightly, her nails digging into the velvet box. The demon's tail slithered away from her neck, seeking new ways to manipulate her body. Her mind was a battleground, torn between the need to submit and the need to survive. The power of the Pendant grew stronger, and she knew she had to harness it before it was too late.

Yet, she couldn't deny the overwhelming arousal that his touch brought her. The demon's cum, a potent cocktail of power and desire, was still thick in her mouth. Fujiko felt her will slipping away as the Pendant's power grew more insistent, whispering dark promises of endless pleasure. The incantation had failed, but she wasn't going to give up so easily.

That's when Wukong climaxed in her cunt, his hot seed filling her up, and the Pendant's power responded. Fujiko felt a sudden surge, a new connection forming as the demon's essence mingled with her own. The tattoo on her thigh blazed with a fiery intensity, and she knew she had to act fast. With a roar of defiance, she shoved the Pendant into Wukong's chest, forcing the demon to withdraw from her.

But nothing worked on Wukong.

It's like the pendant had no effect on the demon, only amplifying her own desire. Wukong's eyes widened with surprise for a brief moment before his laughter filled the chamber. "How adorable," he sneered, "you think a mere artifact can harm me?"

Fujiko felt the Pendant's power recoil, and she stumbled back, gasping for air. The demon's cock slipped out of her, his seed spilling down her thighs, leaving a sticky trail of power that seemed to taunt her. "You're mine," Wukong said, his voice echoing in the chamber. "You've tasted my power, and now you're going to bear my offspring."

Fujiko shudder, her cunt was begging for more of his thick, monstrous cock.

Panic set in as Fujiko realized the depth of her predicament. The Pendant of Lust had not only failed to harm Wukong but had instead bound her to him in a way she never could have anticipated. She felt the demon's essence within her, a living, pulsing presence that demanded submission. Her body craved his touch, her mind a whirlwind of lustful thoughts that grew more intense with every passing second.

Wukong's tail wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, his cock still erect and slick with their combined juices. "You're going to be a fine breeding stock," he purred, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "I can feel the power within you growing."

Fujiko's mind raced, searching for a way out of this twisted game. The Pendant felt like a living entity in her hand, pulsing with the demon's power and her own burgeoning need. She knew she had to find a way to harness it, to use it against him. But the more she tried to focus, the more the demon's essence clouded her thoughts.

Wukong's tail slithered up her body, teasing her breasts before wrapping around her neck once more. "I can feel your resistance fading," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Give in to your desires, Fujiko. You know you want it."

Fujiko's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth clenched in an effort to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. The Pendant felt heavy in her hand, a symbol of her failure. But she refused to be defeated. With a roar of defiance, she opened her eyes and slammed the Pendant into the floor, the sound echoing through the chamber.

But nothing happened.

Wukong's laughter filled the room, a mocking sound that grated on Fujiko's nerves. "You thought it would be that easy?" he said, his tail caressing her cheek in a way that was both soothing and infuriating. "You're playing with forces you can't possibly understand."

Fujiko shudder again, realizing that she was becoming a submissive slut before the demon's power. Her mind raced, trying to find a way out of this. The demon's cum was like a drug, making her want more, making her want to serve him.

But she had one last play.

But her last play had failed when she threw the Pendant yet her body and mind were that of a submissive slut.

Fujiko's body responded to Wukong's touch, her nipples hardening and her pussy growing wetter with each caress of his tail. She felt the demon's power swelling within her, a dark tide that threatened to drown her very soul.

Wukong pulled the Pendant out of Fujiko's hand and pinned her down on the bench, his weight pressing her into the cold marble. "You're so eager to please," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I'm not going to let you go that easily."

Fujiko tried to grab it but Wukong fling it away with his tail, watching it clatter against the stone floor. "You think you can use that against me?" He smirked, his eyes flashing with an amusement that made Fujiko's blood boil. "You're going to learn the true meaning of submission."

The demon's cock, still hard and demanding, slammed into her again. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain crashing through her body, making it hard for her to think straight. But amidst the haze of desire, a spark of rebellion remained. "I'll never be -" she was cut short by her moans of pleasure.

Wukong's tail wrapped around her wrists, pinning them above her head. "You're going to learn," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to learn to crave this, to beg for it." His tail tightened around her wrists, the scales digging into her skin.

Fujiko's eyes searched the room desperately, looking for anything she could use to her advantage. But the chamber was empty, save for the two of them and the artifacts that surrounded them. The Pendant lay forgotten on the floor, a symbol of her failure.

But as Wukong continued to pound into her, she felt something shift. The power within her didn't just pulse with lust; it was something more, something that resonated with the very core of her being. The Pendant had bound her to the demon, but it had also unlocked a strength she never knew she had.

It was her own submission.

Fujiko's eyes snapped open, and she stared up at Wukong with a mix of fury and determination. "I'll never be yours," she snarled, her voice thick with but Wukong cut her off. "You said it again.."

Wukong leaned down, his teeth grazing her neck. "But you will," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "You'll beg for my cum, for my touch." His tail slithered down her body, finding her clit and giving it a sharp flick that made her arch off the bench.

Fujiko bit back a scream, the pleasure too intense to bear. But she knew she had to fight. With a surge of strength, she bucked her hips, throwing Wukong off balance. He snarled, his grip on her wrists tightening, but she didn't give in. Instead, she reached down with her free hand and grabbed his cock, guiding it back inside her.

But Wukong grabbed her wrist, preventing her from taking the lead. "You're mine," he growled, his eyes burning with lust. "You're going to come for me, and then you're going to beg for more."

Fujiko's heart raced as she felt the demon's power coursing through her. But she knew she had to fight back, had to find a way to regain control. With a sudden burst of strength, she twisted her wrist out of his grasp and rolled off the bench, landing on her feet. She stumbled back, her legs shaky but her resolve firm.

But that resolve backfire on Fujiko, as the demon's cum had fully taken hold of her, and she could feel the Pendant's power slipping away. Wukong's tail snaked around her ankle, tripping her, and she fell to the floor with a thud. "You're fighting a losing battle," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Why resist when you can experience pleasure beyond your wildest dreams?"

Fujiko's eyes flicked to the Pendant lying on the ground, just out of reach. She knew she had to get it back, had to find a way to use its power against the demon. Her thoughts raced, her body trembling with need and fear. But as she struggled to stand, she felt something new within her, a fierce determination that burned brighter than the lust.

But lust had beaten that determination, making her body ache for his touch.

Fujiko felt the Pendant's power slipping away as the demon's cum fully claimed her. She lay on the floor, panting and exposed, her body a canvas of his desires. But as she reached out for the Pendant, she felt something else within her. A spark of rebellion, a memory of who she was before this nightmare began.

But Wukong lifted the Pendant up. "You think you can just take this from me?" he taunted, holding it just out of her reach.

Fueled by a newfound strength, Fujiko lunged for the Pendant, her body moving with a grace she didn't know she had. She grabbed it, feeling the warmth of its power seep into her palm. The tattoo on her thigh pulsed in response, and she knew she had one last chance to turn the tables.

But she forgot about it again.

Fujiko's hand closed around the Pendant, the warmth of its power seeping into her skin. She felt a rush of energy, a fierce determination to not let this monster win. She had to find a way to use it against Wukong, to break the bond he had formed with her.

But the Pendant's powers to make her a submissive slut had fully engulfed Fujiko.

Wukong watched her with a smug smile, his cock still hard and gleaming with their mixed juices. "You're going to need more than that to beat me," he said, his tail flicking the Pendant out of her grasp. It clattered against the stone floor, sending a jolt of pain through Fujiko's body. She whimpered, her eyes glazed with need.

But the spark of defiance in Fujiko's eyes had perish, replaced by a burning need to please her new master. Her body was his plaything, and she could feel his essence inside her, demanding her submission. The Pendant had not only failed to help her but had instead turned her into a living, breathing vessel for the demon's desires.

Wukong stood over her, his cock still erect, his tail flicking in anticipation. "You're going to serve me well," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "But first, I think it's time to seal our bond."

Fujiko felt a surge of despair, but her body responded with a renewed craving for his touch. She couldn't fight it anymore. The demon's cum had claimed her, and she was lost to the power of the Pendant. Her eyes met Wukong's, and she knew she had no choice but to submit.

Wukong's tail slithered back down her body, teasing her clit before sliding into her wet cunt. "Say it," he demanded, his eyes boring into hers. "Say you're mine."

Fujiko's voice was barely a whisper, "I'm yours."

The words hung in the air, heavy with defeat. Wukong's smile grew even more smug as he watched her submit. His tail pumped in and out of her, the fur gliding over her sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. The Pendant's power washed over her, amplifying every sensation, making her crave more of his dominance.

Fujiko felt the demon's essence within her, a living force that demanded she succumb fully to his will. Her body was no longer her own; it was a playground for his whims. The Pendant, once a symbol of hope, now felt like a collar, a constant reminder of her new role as his sex slave.

Wukong's tail twisted and thrashed inside her, bringing her to the edge of climax. "Again," he ordered, his voice a dark rumble that resonated through her core. And she obeyed, her body responding to his command, her pussy tightening around his tail as she moaned in pleasure.

Fujiko's eyes rolled back in her head, her body writhing under the demon's control. She was lost in a sea of lust, her thoughts consumed by the need to satisfy him. She felt his power growing stronger with each passing moment, the Pendant's influence weaving a tight web around her mind.

"Yes, that's it," Wukong cooed, his tail working in sync with the pulsing of the Pendant's power. "You're going to come for me, and then you're going to beg for more."

Fujiko's body tensed, the pressure building within her. Despite the fear and anger, she couldn't deny the intense pleasure he was giving her. The demon's tail was a masterful tool, manipulating her body with a precision that left her breathless. The Pendant's whispers grew louder, urging her to submit completely.

But she clung to the last shreds of her will, her mind racing for a way out. Her eyes fell on the artifacts scattered around the room, each one glowing faintly with an eerie light. An idea began to form, a desperate hope that maybe she could use them against Wukong.

But she climaxed, sealing her fate.

Fujiko's body convulsed as she orgasmed around Wukong's tail, her juices mixing with the power of the Pendant. The demon's laughter echoed through the chamber, his tail withdrawing from her quivering cunt with a wet pop. She lay there, panting and trembling, the weight of her defeat pressing down on her like a heavy blanket.

But amidst the haze of pleasure and despair, she noticed something peculiar. The artifacts around the room were pulsing with an energy she hadn't seen before. It was faint, but it was there, and it called to her.

But the glowing energy faded, sensing that she fallen to the pleasure.

As Fujiko's climax subsided, she felt the weight of her failure heavy upon her. The demon's essence was now fully entwined with hers, and she knew that her fate was sealed. The artifacts' light dimmed, as if in acknowledgment of her defeat. Wukong loomed over her, his cock still hard and demanding, his tail idly playing with her sensitive clit.

But as she lay there, the fading whispers of the Pendant's power whispered something new to her. A hint of an incantation, a way to break the bond and claim the demon's power for herself. The words were faint, but she clung to them like a lifeline.

But Wukong's foot was on the Pendant, crushing it under his weight, cutting off her connection to its power. "You think you can outsmart me?" He sneered, his cock still pulsing with lust. "You're mine, Fujiko. You'll serve me, and you'll like it."

Fujiko shuddered again, as she whimpered out, "P...Please breed me..."

Wukong's grin widened, and he leaned in to kiss her deeply, his tail tightening around her neck. "Oh, I will," he murmured against her lips, his tongue probing hers. "But first, I think we need to make sure that you're fully prepared to be a good little breeding slut."

Fear and anger melded with her lust as Fujiko felt the demon's power squeeze her throat. But she couldn't ignore the flicker of hope the Pendant's whispers had given her. With all her might, she forced the words of the incantation to the forefront of her mind, focusing on the ancient language that seemed to resonate with the very air around them.

But Wukong silenced her again by thrusting his cock into her mouth, his tail tightening around her throat. Fujiko choked and gagged, the demon's seed thick and bitter on her tongue. She felt the incantation slipping away, the power of the Pendant waning beneath his crushing weight.

But she refused to let go of that sliver of hope. As she sucked and licked the demon's cock, her mind worked feverishly to remember the words. The Pendant's whispers grew fainter, but she clung to them, repeating the incantation in her thoughts.

But Wukong's attention was focused elsewhere, his eyes locked on her cunt as he watched her juices leak out of her.

"That incantation increased your libido." Wukong grunted, watching her intently. "It's a good thing for me, but bad for your escape plan."

Fujiko felt the power of the Pendant surging through her, trying to drown out her thoughts. But she held onto the incantation, the words becoming clearer in her mind with each passing moment.

With a sudden burst of strength, she pushed Wukong off of her, gasping for air. The demon looked surprised, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet sound. "What's the matter?" he sneered, his tail lashing out to strike her across the face.

Fujiko tasted blood, but she didn't care. The incantation was almost complete. She could feel the power of the Pendant pulsing through her, responding to her desperation. "I'm going to take your power," she spat, her voice strong despite the tightness in her throat.

"But you can't." Wukong spoke, his confidence unshaken despite the sudden change in Fujiko's demeanor. "You're mine, body and soul."

But Fujiko's eyes blazed with a new fire, the Pendant's power melding with her own determination. She recited the incantation with a ferocity that made the very air in the chamber tremble. The tattoo on her thigh pulsed in time with her words, the heart-shaped symbol glowing with an intense light. Wukong's eyes narrowed, his grip on her neck loosening slightly as he felt the shift in power dynamics.

Then Fujiko felt her libido increased, the incantations had backfired.

The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of sex and power. Fujiko's eyes never left Wukong's, her voice unsteady, her incantations were silenced by the demon's thick cock in her mouth once more. Yet, she felt the Pendant's energy swirling around them, the power within it resonating with the very essence of the demon.

Wukong's grip loosened as he chuckled, watching her struggle to maintain the incantation around his shaft. "You're so eager to please," he said, his voice thick with lust. "But you're going to have to do better than that."

Fueled by anger and desperation, Fujiko ignored the waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She focused on the Pendant's power, willing it to respond to her command. And slowly, it did. The tattoo on her thigh grew brighter, the light spreading up her body like wildfire. She could feel the demon's power shifting, becoming malleable under her will.

But...she realized that she can't control Wukong's power, it's too strong.

Fujiko's hope was short-lived as she felt the demon's power resisting her control. Wukong's tail tightened around her neck, his cock still deep in her mouth, and he laughed, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "You're a feisty one," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her skull. "But you're no match for me."

Fujiko's eyes watered from the pain, her chant was cut short by the demon's cock in her mouth, her body reacting to his dominance despite her efforts to resist. The Pendant's power thrummed within her, a seductive siren's call to submit to the sex demon's will. But she clung to the incantation, her mind racing with a new strategy.

But her strategies are cut short by the overwhelming pleasure.

Fujiko's thoughts grew hazy as Wukong's tail slid back into her pussy, the wetness of her own desire betraying her. She moaned around his cock, the pleasure from his previous touches making it difficult to focus. His essence was in her bloodstream, turning her own desires against her.

But she had to try.

That's when she forgot the chant, her body responded with a need to be filled.

Fujiko's mind was a whirlwind of lust and fear as Wukong's tail slid back into her, the fur brushing against her sensitive walls. She moaned, the sound muffled by his cock filling her mouth. The demon's power was too much for her, too potent to resist. The incantation slipped away, forgotten amidst the tide of pleasure that consumed her.

Wukong's tail curled inside her, reaching deep, pressing against her g-spot. Her body responded instinctively, her hips rising to meet each thrust. She could feel his cum building again, a hot, demanding pressure that made her want to come. The Pendant's power surged, whispering for her to give in, to submit fully to the demon's will.

But Fujiko was not one to give up so easily. With a roar of anger and desperation, she bit down on Wukong's cock, her teeth sinking into his sensitive flesh but the Pendant's powers only heightened the pleasure for him.

Wukong's eyes went wide with shock and pleasure. He howled, his cock swelling even larger in her mouth. The taste of his blood filled her mouth, but she didn't stop. She knew she had to find a way to break the bond before it was too late.

But Fujiko's act of defiance only served to excite Wukong further. His tail plunged deeper into her, his movements becoming more frenzied as he approached climax. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he held her in place, his cock pulsing in her mouth. "You're going to regret that," he growled, his voice low and threatening.

The pressure in her mouth grew unbearable, and she felt his hot cum spurt into her throat. She choked and gagged, but she couldn't stop him. His seed filled her, the Pendant's power surging through her body, making her orgasm once more around his tail. It was a never-ending cycle of pleasure and pain, and she knew she had to find a way to break free.

Finally, her mind broke from the pleasure, and shr tried to bite but she was too late.

Fujiko felt the demon's cum flooding her mouth, the taste of his power overwhelming her senses. She swallowed involuntarily, the Pendant's power surging through her veins like liquid fire. Wukong's cock withdrew with a wet pop, and she gasped for air, her eyes watering and her throat sore from his rough treatment. But she had made her move, and now she had to deal with the consequences.

Wukong's tail retreated from her pussy, and she took the opportunity to scramble away from him, the Pendant's whispers growing frantic in her mind. She knew she had to get away, to find a way to break the bond before it was too late. The room spun around her, the artifacts' glows dimming as the demon's essence took hold.

But her body was no longer her own. The Pendant's power had turned her into a creature of pure desire, and she could feel the demon's will guiding her movements. Her legs trembled as she tried to stand, her knees weak from the intense orgasms that had ravaged her body.

Wukong's eyes gleamed with triumph, his cock still erect and slick with their combined fluids. "You see, Fujiko?" he said, his voice a seductive purr. "You can't fight your nature. You were made to serve, to breed, to be a vessel for my power."

After several months of fucking and Fujiko fully submitted to Wukong instantly when she became pregnant with his child. The demon's essence had permeated every cell of her body, leaving her no choice but to embrace her new life as his breeding slut. The museum had become their personal playground, a place where Wukong could indulge in his carnality without restraint.

Finally, the sparks of rebellion that is in Fujiko had extinguished, the pregnancy had left more horny than ever before.

Wukong watched her, his expression a mix of satisfaction and hunger. He knew she was his now, that her body and soul were bound to his. The Pendant's power had twisted her desires, turning them into something darker, something that craved his touch, his dominance.

Fujiko felt her belly swell with his child, the demon's seed growing inside her. The knowledge filled her with a strange mix of fear and excitement. She had never wanted to be a mother, had never even considered the possibility, but now it was all she could think about. The child would be a part of her, a living testament to her submission to the sex demon.

Wukong's hand caressed her stomach, his claws tracing light patterns on her skin. "Our child will be powerful," he murmured, his voice filled with pride. "They will carry our legacy."

Fujiko shivered, the reality of her situation sinking in. She was carrying the offspring of a sex demon, her body a prison for his seed. Yet, she couldn't ignore the warmth that spread through her at his touch, the way her body craved his attention. The Pendant's power had turned her into a living, breathing incubator for his desires, and she was powerless to resist.

Wukong's hand moved up her body, cupping her breast, his tail wrapping around her waist. "You're going to be a good mother," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You'll raise our child to be strong, to continue our legacy."

Fujiko nodded, the weight of her pregnancy and the demon's words heavy on her.

Her body was no longer her own, it was a vessel for the creature growing inside her. She felt it, a living force demanding her attention, feeding on the very essence of her being. The Pendant's whispers grew stronger, urging her to embrace her role, to give in to the inevitable.

Wukong's hand slid from her stomach to her throat, his grip firm and possessive. "You will bear my children," he said, his eyes dark with lust. "And together, we will rule over this realm of pleasure."

Fujiko's body responded to his touch, her pulse racing, her pussy growing wet once more. The Pendant's power was a constant reminder of her submission, a relentless force that made her want to please her master. She leaned into his embrace, her body craving his touch despite the horror of her situation.

Even in her pregnant state, Wukong seems careful when fucking her, to not harm the baby.

Wukong was surprisingly gentle with her as her pregnancy progressed, his hard cock either in her mouth or pussy, ensuring she was well-fucked and satisfied, but always mindful of the life growing inside her. Fujiko's body grew rounder, her breasts swelling with milk, and she found herself craving his touch more and more. The Pendant's power had become a part of her, whispering sweet nothings about her purpose and the pleasure that awaited her as his mate.

As the months passed, Fujiko's mind grew more and more entangled with the demon's, her thoughts consumed by the need to serve and breed. She watched her stomach grow, feeling the movements of the creature within her, and she knew that she was losing herself to the Pendant's will. Yet, there was a strange comfort in her submission, a perverse satisfaction in knowing that she was carrying the seed of a being so powerful, so feared.

She was near her due date, that Fujiko wanted to titfuck Wukong and make him cum on her face.

Fueled by an insatiable hunger, Fujiko's body had transformed into a sexual playground for Wukong's enjoyment. Her breasts had become heavy with milk, her stomach tight with the impending birth of their child. Despite the constant cravings for his touch, she felt a strange yearning for something more, something that transcended the physical.

One night, as Wukong lay beside her, his hand idly playing with her swollen nipples, she looked into his eyes, searching for a glimmer of the affection she had once felt for him. "Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse from months of pleas and moans. "Let me feel your seed on my face again."

Wukong's smile grew wicked, his eyes darkening with lust. He sat up, his cock already hard at her request. He straddled her chest, his fur brushing against her sensitive skin. Fujiko's pulse quickened, her mouth watering in anticipation. The Pendant's power thrummed in her veins, urging her to serve her master, to be the vessel for his pleasure.

The demon's cock slid between her breasts, the head brushing against her chin. She moaned, the heat of his arousal making her wet. Wukong's tail wrapped around her neck, a gentle reminder of his dominance as he began to thrust. Her breasts bounced with each movement, the pressure building as he grew closer to climax.

Yet Fujiko felt the baby's head emerging out of her womb, she screamed with a mix of pleasure and pain.

Wukong's eyes went wide as Fujiko's water broke, soaking the furs beneath her. His tail loosened around her neck, and he climbed off her, his cock still hard and dripping with pre-cum. "The time has come," he said, his voice a low growl. "Our child is ready to be born."

Fear and pain mixed with Fujiko's arousal as she felt the first contraction. She had never been so vulnerable, so exposed. The Pendant's whispers grew frantic, feeding off her fear, urging her to submit fully to the demon's will. But she clung to the last shred of her own identity, her eyes locking with Wukong's.

Wukong's expression softened slightly, a hint of concern flickering across his features. He reached out a hand, stroking her cheek with his clawed fingers. "You can do this," he murmured, his voice almost gentle. "Our child is strong, just like its mother."

Fujiko gritted her teeth as she expelled the baby from her body, the baby's head slipped out along with the shoulders, and then the rest of the child followed with a wet splat.

The baby let out a wail, and Fujiko's eyes widened with shock and pain. The demon's child was not human; it had the downy fur and a tail, although it was small and stubby, of a monkey. Its eyes glowed with an unearthly light, a clear sign of its supernatural heritage. Wukong leaned in, his eyes alight with pride and hunger as he took in the sight of his offspring.

Fujiko felt a strange mix of emotions—fear, revulsion, and an unmistakable maternal instinct that surged through her. Despite her horror, she reached out to cradle the tiny creature, her body aching from the birth.