Demonic Great Sage (Impregnation Edition)

In a dark hallway, a lone woman travel down the corridor. Her skin is very pale like ashen white and her long dark hair was tied in a loose braid. if someone noticed the red tattoos, they recognized her as Kratea, the former Greek Goddess of War and Daughter of Zeus.

A Spartan warrior, she made a deal with Ares to defeat the barbarians, led by Alrik.

But after Ares tricked her into killing her husband, Lysander, and her daughter, Calliope.

This led to Kratea betraying Ares, gaining the power of Pandora's Box and killed Ares, thus Kratea became the new God of War. More like Goddess of War though.

However, the Pandora's Box had unleashed a dangerous evil that affects the Greek Gods.

As a result, Kratea killed the Olympians including Zeus, who is Kratea's father.

Despite everything, she was transported to the Nine Realms, and had a son named Atreus, though her late husband, Fárbauti wanted to name their son Loki but Kratea named him Atreus after a fellow soldier.

Until she encounter Baldur, an Aesir driven mad by an immortality spell.

Although Baldur cause problems until the mistletoe on Atreus' quiver. And Baldur was killed by Kratea, the former tried to kill Freya, his mother.

That leads to Ragnarok, which leads to the death of Heimdall, Thor (though it was Odin), Odin and Freyr.

It had been a few years since Kratea left Midgard. She traveled to a strange realm and it feels calm.

The trees, the animals, everything is at peace.

Kratea traveled to a small marketplace where an old man told her about a sex demon who has a harem of women, some of them are those who escaped from arranged marriages and let Wukong keep them as his harem members, so none of their parents or potential spouses would find them. He was known as Sun Wukong, a creature of immense power and sexual prowess. He had a peculiar ability to make anyone fall for him with a musky smell, and once they were under his spell, they were forever devoted to satisfying his insatiable desires.

Now, Kratea was walking down the hall of a strange stone palace.

It felt abandoned, the hall of the stone palace, as if the echoes of past debauchery had seeped into the very stones themselves and silenced them. The air was thick with a scent that was both alluring and eerie—a musky aroma that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the place. The flicker of torchlight cast long shadows on the walls, hinting at the twisted art that adorned them—scenes of carnality and power intertwined in a dance of depravity that made Kratea's heart race with both anticipation and disgust.

To make things more awkward for the woman who slayed the entire Greek pantheon, the musk was a mix of the sweet aroma of peaches mixed with a strange stench that belongs to a monkey. And it makes Kratea aroused.

Kratea had saw that her trousers are already wet at the crotch, like she had wet herself. She cursed under her breath and took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She knew that the scent could only mean one thing: she was getting closer to Sun Wukong.

The walls of the palace were adorned with frescoes of exotic creatures in various states of passion, each more depraved than the last. The artistry was undeniable, but the subject matter was disturbing—a clear indication of the type of being that made this place his lair. Kratea felt a strange mix of fascination and repulsion as she continued her march, her eyes scanning the scenes for any clue of what she might face.

Finally, she approached a large set of doors, carved with images of entwined bodies that seemed to move and writhe with each flicker of the torchlight. The scent of Sun Wukong's musk was overwhelming here, making it difficult for Kratea to focus on anything but the building need in her loins. She paused, bracing herself for what lay ahead, and then pushed the doors open with a resounding creak.

The chamber beyond was vast, a cavernous space that stretched into darkness, illuminated only by the dim glow of more torches and a massive bed at its center. The air was thick with the smell of sex and desire, and Kratea could hear the faint moans and gasps of pleasure echoing around her. The bed was a tangled mess of sheets and flesh—Sun Wukong lay there, surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women of various shapes and sizes, all lost in the throes of passion.

It resembled a humanoid monkey, but stood upright like a man with a face of a handsome human man. His fur was a dark golden blonde color, shining in the dim light. His eyes were a piercing amber gold color that seemed to glow, and his muscles rippled beneath his fur. He had long, prehensile tail that was swinging like a metronome to the rhythm of his own pleasure. Sun Wukong noticed Kratea's entry and with a mischievous grin, he called out to her.

Kratea saw his cock and froze. The shaft was thicker than her arm, the head flushed a deep crimson red and bulbous, similar to a bull's, the foreskin receding a bit to reveal the tip, a sizable mushroom head. His testicles hung low, the size of grapefruits. It was monstrous, inhuman... and aroused. The women who were kissing, licking and sucking his cock stopped.

"What kind of beast had a cock like that…" Kratea thought to herself, "How could any woman survive that? He might populate a village with his own children…"

"The daughter of Zeus, eh?" Wukong spoke, who is now behind Kratea, his hands snaking around her waist as his tail playfully swiped her thigh. "I've heard of your...exploits. Quite the handful, aren't you?" His breath was hot against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine that she couldn't quite suppress.

Kratea had kept a calm face but being around a sex demon, he is probably more powerful than Aphrodite herself.

"Seriously, that god should learn to keep his cock in..but he's dead, right?" Wukong spoke, "Now, why would a powerful goddess like yourself come all the way here to visit a simple creature like me?" His grip tightened around her waist, his tail slithering up her leg, the tip brushing against the damp fabric of her inner thigh.

Kratea had to tell the truth. "I was curious." She said, "I'm not causing any problems…"

Sun Wukong chuckled, his grip loosening slightly, his tail retreating but not entirely. "Curiosity is a powerful motivator indeed. But what do you seek, Kratea?" He leaned in closer, his fur brushing against her skin sending waves of heat through her body.

Kratea stared at his hard cock and gulped. Wukong chuckled, "Guess the daughter of Zeus is attracted to my cock too. Would you like to join?" He whispered in a seductive tone that seemed to tickle her ear.

Kratea felt her cunt dripping wet. She couldn't believe she was here, in the lair of a sex demon, and that she was actually considering his offer. But she had come this far, and she knew that if she didn't satisfy her curiosity now, it would haunt her for eternity. Plus, she had to admit, the idea of being with a creature so powerful, so sexually adept, was a challenge that she couldn't ignore.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice hoarse with lust.

Sun Wukong's grin grew wider, revealing sharp, pointed teeth. "Oh, I want nothing from you, Kratea. I merely offer you what I offer all who enter my domain—the opportunity to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh without fear of judgment or consequence. But if you wish to join us, you must be willing to submit completely to me and my desires."

Kratea nodded awkwardly, her heart pounding in her chest. The idea of giving in to such a creature was both terrifying and exhilarating. She stepped away from Sun Wukong, trying to regain her composure. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for an escape or a weapon, but all she saw were the eager faces of his harem, their eyes filled with lust and adoration for their master.

"Good." Wukong spoke, his hands gripped her clothes and stripped Kratea naked, her breasts, which are quite ample and big, and her dripping cunt.

Wukong was stunted but he brushed it off. "Such a big pair of breasts. No wonder the men would go mad for you." He said, a glint of admiration in his eyes.

Kratea had blushed. There are some men at the market staring at her breasts like they had never seen them before. But she knew it was because of the tattoos. They weren't just decorative; they were based on her brother's birthmark, to honor him. Though Deimos, her brother, wasn't dead but he was killed Thanatos, who in turn, gets killed by Kratea.

Now, Kratea stood before Sun Wukong, her body exposed and vulnerable. His gaze lingered on her, drinking in every inch of her form. His eyes shone with a hunger that was almost tangible, and she felt her body respond, her nipples hardening and her clit throbbing in anticipation.

"Come, my dear," he purred, gesturing to the bed, his tail swirling around her like a serpent charming its prey.

Kratea took a tentative step forward, her legs wobbly with a mix of fear and excitement. The women on the bed parted like a sea of flesh, revealing a spot that was clearly reserved for her. She climbed onto the plush mattress, feeling the heat from the bodies around her, their eyes never leaving Wukong as if he was the sun and they were planets orbiting him.

Kratea leaned down and began to lick Wukong's cock, her tongue tracing the veins that bulged along the shaft. The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced—musky and sweet, with a hint of the divine. She took a deep breath and tried to ignore the trembling in her hands as she took the head into her mouth.

"Skilled, huh?" Wukong spoke, "Did you learn it from your testing on your two previous husbands?"

Kratea felt a pang of sadness and anger at the mention of her past but she pushed it aside. She had to focus on the task at hand. She took more of him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to accommodate his size. His taste grew on her, she couldn't explain it but she liked it.

Sun Wukong watched her, stroking his chin with one hand as he observed her with a keen eye. His other hand played with her hair, guiding her movements as she took him deeper. He could feel her teeth scraping the sensitive skin and his eyes narrowed in pleasure. "Good, very good. You're a natural at this, Kratea." He whispered, his voice a seductive rumble that seemed to resonate in her very soul.

The other women in the harem began to touch her, their hands gliding over her body, caressing her breasts and tracing the lines of her tattoos. Their kisses were like butterfly wings on her skin, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. Kratea's eyes closed as she focused on the sensations, feeling her resolve slipping away with every passing second.

Wukong slowly pulled his cock out of Kratea's mouth. "It seems we have a greedy one here, don't we?" He chuckled as he gestured for one of the women to hoisted Kratea up so that she was straddling Wukong's lap.

Kratea shuddered, realizing that might happen next.

The massive cock of Sun Wukong was now pressing against her wet folds, demanding entry. Despite her fear and hesitation, she felt her body betraying her, her pussy clenching in anticipation of what was to come. She took a deep breath and lowered herself onto him, feeling the tip of his monstrous cock breach her entrance.

The women around her giggled and whispered, their voices a siren's song that seemed to encourage her descent. The heat and pressure were almost unbearable, but she pushed through, feeling herself stretch around his girth. His hands were on her hips, guiding her, urging her to take more of him. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that she had never felt before.

Finally, his cock thrust into Kratea's pussy, earning a loud gasp. Wukong noticed that Kratea wasn't a virgin due to her lack of bleeding but he was surprised she could handle his size so well.

"You're so tight, Kratea. It's like fucking a goddess herself." He whispered, his eyes glazed over with passion.

Kratea's eyes snapped open, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she began to move her hips, riding him with a fierce determination. His cock filled her completely, stretching her in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She felt her muscles clench around him, her body trying to adjust to his size as she took him deeper with each stroke.

The other women groped Kratea's breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples as she bobbed up and down on Sun Wukong's cock. His hands were firm on her hips, guiding her, as she found a rhythm that suited them both. The sensation of his cock filling her was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and she felt a dark thrill at the power she wielded over him in that moment.

Sweat beaded on Kratea's forehead, her body moving almost of its own accord as she gave in to the primal instinct that had been unleashed within her. Wukong's grin grew as he watched her, his tail swirling in the air like a conductor's baton, orchestrating the symphony of pleasure that played out before him.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!" Kratea moaned, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. Each thrust of Sun Wukong's monstrous cock was like a bolt of lightning shooting through her core, setting her alight with desire. Her hands gripped the bed sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she tried to anchor herself against the storm of sensation that threatened to consume her.

The room was alive with the sounds of sex—the slap of flesh on flesh, the wet squelch of penetration, the symphony of moans and gasps. It was a cacophony that seemed to amplify the intensity of her own experience, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of climax.

Kratea's eyes met Wukong's, and she saw in his gaze a challenge—a silent dare to match his own insatiable hunger. She leaned back, her breasts bouncing with each movement, and took hold of his fur-covered shoulders, using them to drive herself down harder onto his cock. The pain was exquisite, a white-hot blade that sliced through her and only served to fuel her passion.

Then she was positioned on her stomach as Wukong fuck her cunt again. "With tits like these, you deserve to be fucked like a true whore!" he exclaimed.

The sensation of his fur against her back sent goosebumps down her spine, and she felt the tip of his tail slithering around her neck like a necklace of pure pleasure. She could feel his knot swelling at the base of his cock, the telltale sign that his orgasm was approaching.

The pressure grew intense, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. The women around them were a blur of flesh and passion, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire that was as mesmerizing as it was intimidating. Kratea felt her climax building, her muscles tensing as she approached the precipice.

With a roar, Sun Wukong reached his peak, his knot expanding within her, filling her completely and trapping him inside her. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent her over the edge. Kratea's orgasm was explosive, her body shaking with the force of it as she came around his cock. The room seemed to spin, and she could feel the energy of the other women's climaxes mingling with her own, creating a vortex of lust that threatened to swallow her whole.

As her body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, she felt Wukong's knot begin to shrink, allowing him to pull out of her with a wet pop. She collapsed onto the bed, her body spent and her mind racing. She had never felt so alive, so powerful, and yet so utterly dominated. The other women in the harem hovered around her, stroking her hair and whispering sweet nothings into her ear, even one licked her cum filled cunt like a dog.

After that, Kratea was getting bred by Wukong like the rest of the harem members. He fucked her in every position known to both humans and gods, filling her pussy with his thick cum. Her moans echoed through the chamber, mixing with the cacophony of the harem's collective pleasure. Despite the initial shock and fear, Kratea found herself reveling in the raw, animalistic passion that the sex demon inspired. Her body was a canvas for his lust, and she couldn't help but crave more of his touch.

And somehow, Kratea became pregnant with Wukong's offspring. Her ample breasts had became fuller and her stomach began to swell, her muscular abdomen had softened and stretched like a canvas under the brush of an artist. She had never felt more alive, more powerful, and yet so utterly claimed.

Her sex drive had increased, to the point that she will suck Wukong's cock. Wukong had made sure that his unborn offspring will survive. There are times that Wukong will traced Kratea's baby bump gently, feeling the life growing inside her. "You're carrying a piece of me, a piece of power that could change the course of the worlds themselves." He'd whispered, his eyes filled with a strange mix of pride and hunger.

Kratea would shuddered lightly. Feeling the movement is like someone had shoved a fist in her. "Don't speak of it." She would say, feeling a strange mix of emotions—fear, excitement, and anticipation all rolled into one. Her pregnancy didn't stop Wukong's relentless lust, in fact, it seemed to fuel it. He took her even more frequently, his monstrous cock seemingly never satiated. Despite her new condition, she never felt weak or vulnerable; instead, she felt a new kind of strength, a power that grew within her with each passing day.

Though one of Wukong's harem wonder if Kratea was carrying twins, seeing how her baby bump was bigger, and there's movement that was unlike any other. Kratea thought it was a big baby.

But as the months passed, Kratea's pregnancy grew more intense. The size of her baby bump was unlike any other, and she felt an unearthly power surging within her. The harem women looked at her with a mix of awe and fear, whispering that she was carrying something more than just a child. Sun Wukong's eyes gleamed with excitement and anticipation every time he looked at her, his tail swishing back and forth as if he couldn't wait to claim his offspring.

One night as Kratea was being bathed in the bathing chambers, she felt her water broke.

She quickly stood out of the tub, water and amniotic fluid dripping down her legs. The harem members rushed to her side, their eyes wide with excitement. They had seen many pregnancies in their time, but none quite like Kratea's. The air in the room grew heavy with anticipation as they helped her to the bed, the sheets already stained with the fluids of countless other births.

Sun Wukong looked on with a mix of pride and hunger, his cock already hardening at the thought of what was to come. He knew that the child she bore would be powerful, a creature born of a goddess and a sex demon—a being that could shift the balance of power in the realms.

The first baby emerged from Kratea's cunt, a baby boy, who is wailing that he was no longer in his mother's womb. His skin was a soft golden fur, just like his father's, but his eyes were a piercing brown, a clear reminder of Kratea's heritage. Sun Wukong took the baby with a gentle hand, his expression filled with pride as he cradled the new life in his arms.

But Kratea felt another head pressing against her cervix. With a loud scream, she pushed.

The first baby's twin, a baby girl slid out, wailing with a pissed off look, wondering why she had to exit the womb. Her skin was a mix of fur and human, with a tail that matched her brother's. Her eyes were a fiery red, a stark contrast to the serene brown of her brother's.

Although Wukong was surprised, he gently lifted the baby girl and the baby boy, both equally thrilled by the strength and vitality of his offspring. Kratea, exhausted but also feeling a strange sense of accomplishment, lay back on the bed, her body still trembling from the exertion. The harem members cleaned the babies, cooing and whispering sweet nothings to them, while Kratea stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Finally, they are placed on Kratea's breasts, and she felt a strange bond with them, despite the fear of what they might become. They latched on instinctively, and she felt the power of motherhood surge through her. Her breasts, which had always been a symbol of her sexuality and power, now served a different purpose—nurturing the life she had created with Sun Wukong.

She traced the baby girl's tiny head with her finger, feeling the soft fur beneath her touch. The twins had inherited their father's monkey-like features, but there was something distinctly divine about them as well—a spark that reminded her of the gods she had once known.

"Mmm… It's okay Calliope.." Kratea named the baby girl after her deceased daughter, "I got you..."

Wukong softly spoke to the baby boy, "And Xiaosi.."

Although, everything is quiet aside from the sounds of Calliope and Xiaosi suckling, Kratea's heavy breathing, and the occasional crackle of the torches. The harem members retreated to give them space, their eyes filled with envy and wonder at the two divine-looking babies.