Demonic Great Sage (Impregnation Edition)

The sounds of leaves crunching through the forest, a woman with shoulder-length black hair and brown eyes, dressed in monochromatic clothes, a white shirt and a pair of black jeans.

Her name is Jun Kazama, a wildlife surveillance officer for the WWWC who enter the second King of Iron Fist Tournament to put an end to the illegal smuggling and to free Kazuya, who is smuggling protected animals, from whatever power it was that surrounded him. Though they had a son, it was before Kazuya's "death".

However after Kazuya Mishima was resurrected, he vanished after he enter a forest rumored to be connected with a sex demon.

And Jun wanted to find out.

The dense forest loomed before her, its mysteries whispering through the trees like a siren's call, urging her to delve deeper. Her heart raced with the thought of what she might discover about her son's father. She had heard the whispers of Kazuya's descent into darkness, the way his power had twisted him into something unrecognizable. But she had hoped that he could still be saved, that the goodness she once knew in him could be reclaimed.

Jun took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the crisp, earthy scent of the forest, and set off in pursuit of the truth. The path grew narrow, the underbrush thick and unforgiving. The rustle of unseen creatures and the occasional distant howl of a wild animal kept her senses sharp. As she ventured further, the atmosphere grew heavier, as if the very air was thick with secrets.

Jun noticed a large looking building, the inside was completely dark that stood tall in the middle of the forest. It looked like a castle, but it had been overgrown with vines and moss. The architecture was ancient, a stark contrast to the modern world she knew. The closer she got, the more she felt a strange energy emanating from the structure. It was palpable, like a heartbeat in the air.

Entering the building, Jun found herself in a large foyer. Aside from some sparsely placed furniture, the building is empty.

The floorboards groaned beneath her feet as she cautiously stepped forward, her flashlight cutting through the gloom. The walls were adorned with faded tapestries depicting scenes of a world she didn't recognize—scenes of debauchery and power, of creatures that could only exist in nightmares. A shiver ran down her spine as she took in the depraved artwork.

Walking up the stairs to the second floor, Jun entered a room that is a fusion of a nursery and a maternity room.

There's some beds and cribs, shelves of dusty bottles filled with a mysterious liquid.

Approaching the cribs, Jun saw a baby but it was oddly strange.

It had downy fur and a small monkey tail.

It's like the same thing with the other babies.

Jun quietly exited the room, not wanting to alert the babies or anyone else who might be in the strange castle. Her mind raced with questions. What kind of place had she stumbled upon? And what did this have to do with Kazuya? As she walked down the hallway, she heard feminine moans from pleasure.

Following the sounds, she reached a grand chamber, the door ajar. Through the crack, she saw a scene that made her blood run cold. Kazuya, who is now a woman now, next to another woman with a beauty mark under her right eye.

Both Kazuya and the woman, who is Kazumi, are naked, their breasts are ample and bigger from the previous pregnancies.

Their bodies were intertwined on a grand bed that looked like it had not seen use in centuries, the silk sheets a faded testament to former decadence.

Kazumi, Kazuya's mother, lay there, her eyes glazed with pleasure as a creature that resembled a humanoid monkey, Sun Wukong, the sex demon she had heard of in whispers, took her. His muscular frame, covered in golden fur, flexed with each powerful thrust, his long tail curling around them like a serpent. Kazuya, once a fierce and powerful man, now a voluptuous woman, watched from the side with an eerie smile on her lips, stroking her swollen belly.

"Kazuya?" Jun spoke up, her voice trembling with shock and confusion, unable to comprehend the sight before her. The room grew silent, the only sound the sudden stillness of the demon's movements.

Kazuya noticed and stood up. "Jun?" Kazuya had became submissive after becoming a woman which is shocking since Kazuya Mishima was the dominant but seeing Kazuya as a submissive woman.

Jun gulped, noticing an odd smell, a strange sweet and sharp mix of peaches and the musk of a monkey. And it's making Jun aroused, her cunt dripping wet.

"Jun...?" Kazuya's voice was softer, higher pitched than she remembered, a gentle lilt to it that was almost...feminine. Her eyes searched the room, finding the creature that had once been the feared Kazuya Mishima, now a stunning, obedient woman. The sight was disarming, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Jun had to rub her thighs together, the wetness seeping through her pants and making a faint sticky sound. "What... what happened to you?" she managed to ask, her eyes transfixed on the woman that had once been Kazuya.

Wukong stopped mid-thrust in Kazumi, the latter smiled softly, knowing the power of his seed. He looked at the newcomer, his eyes glowing with interest. "Ah, you must be the one they call 'Jun'. Welcome to our little... retreat." His voice was a mix of amusement and hunger, his grin wide and mischievous.

Jun gulped, her cunt was becoming more wetter like a river in springtime as she stared at the humanoid monkey. She felt a strange heat spreading through her body, her cheeks flushing with arousal. "Why am I getting aroused?"

Wukong stopped mid-thrust in Kazumi's pussy, his large, golden cock glistening with her juices. He looked over at Jun with a knowing smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You feel it, don't you?" He asked, his voice a purr that seemed to resonate in the very air. "It's my essence. It has a... certain effect on those who enter my domain."

Jun's eyes widened as she realized what was happening to her. The scent of the demon's arousal had filled the room, a heady mix that seemed to cloud her thoughts. She tried to resist the urge to strip off her own clothes and join them, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Her hand reached for the hem of her shirt, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Kazumi let Wukong pull out of her, gagasping softly from the sudden withdrawal. "Jun, my dear, come join us," she said, her voice husky and full of need. "You're already feeling it, aren't you?"

Jun approached Wukong, stripping out of her clothes, revealing her toned body. Her breasts bounced slightly as she moved, her nipples already hard with arousal. She felt a strange, primal urge to be mounted by the demon, to feel his power within her. She stepped closer, her eyes locked on his thick, pulsing member.

"Jun, you're just in time," Wukong chuckled, his tail flicking with excitement as he watched her approach. He turned to Kazumi, his seed still dripping from her swollen pussy. "Would you like to introduce our new guest to the pleasures of our little family?"

Kazumi nodded as she helped Jun guide her pussy on Wukong's cock, causing Jun to gasp with the sudden fullness. Wukong's shaft was hot, thick, and felt like it was made of pure energy, stretching her to new limits. The demon began to thrust, his movements powerful and unyielding.

Jun's eyes rolled back in her head as she was swept away by the pleasure. The feeling of his monstrous cock sliding in and out of her was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She felt her body begin to convulse around him, the walls of her pussy tightening and releasing in a frenzied rhythm that matched his own.

Kazuya traced Jun's breasts with her fingers, watching the woman she had once loved succumb to the same fate she had. "Does his cock felt good?"

Jun nodded, unable to form words as the pleasure consumed her. Her eyes met Kazuya's, now soft and filled with an unfamiliar need. Kazuya leaned in and whispered, "Let him claim you, Jun. You'll never want to leave."

Wukong's pace quickened, his grunts growing louder as he neared his climax. The room was alive with the scents of sex and power, a heady aphrodisiac that clouded their judgment and heightened their desires. The demon's eyes glowed brighter, his fur standing on end as he felt his essence building.

Jun moaned, her body moving in sync with the demon's, her mind a blur of need and confusion. Her eyes locked onto Kazuya, searching for some semblance of the man she had once known. But what she saw was a woman lost in her own pleasure, a part of this bizarre harem.

With a roar, Wukong reached his climax, his seed filling her to the brim. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and fear. As his essence spilled into her, she felt a strange power coursing through her veins, altering her very essence. Her body trembled as the demon's power melded with her own, and she knew she was forever changed.

After that, Jun joined Wukong's harem with Kazuya and Kazumi, Jun had developed a strange need for Wukong's cock like a drug she couldn't resist. The demon had taken her in every way possible, filling her with his essence. The three of them laid on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, panting from the intense mating session.

After getting bred like a wild animal by Wukong, Jun found herself pregnant. Her body had changed in ways she couldn't comprehend—her breasts were larger and more sensitive, and she could feel the presence of the demon's essence in every cell of her being. Despite the horror of what had happened, she couldn't ignore the strange sense of belonging that had settled over her like a warm blanket.

Strangely unlike her pregnancy with Jin, Jun felt more aroused and alive than ever before. Wukong's essence had awakened something primal within her, a hunger that craved the demon's touch. Her days in the building turned into a haze of endless lust, as she succumbed to the monkey king's desires.

Their life in the castle was one of constant pleasure and debauchery, the air thick with the scent of sex and submission. The other members of the harem treated her with a mix of envy and admiration. They whispered stories of Wukong's past conquests, of his insatiable appetite, and the power his seed could grant.

Wukong was being careful with fucking Jun during her pregnacy. He knew the power of his seed and didn't want to risk anything.

As the weeks turned into months, Jun's pregnancy grew more apparent. Her belly swelled with the new life growing inside her, a stark contrast to her otherwise toned physique. The changes in her body only made Wukong's lust for her grow stronger. He would often gaze upon her with a mix of hunger and pride, knowing that he had planted his seed within her.

The other members of the harem grew more attentive to her needs, knowing that she was now carrying a part of their master. They pampered her, bringing her the finest fruits and meats to feast upon, massaging her swollen body with fragrant oils, and seeing to it that she was always comfortable.

There are times that Jun would pleasure Kazuya, the woman who is once a man, licking at the former Mashima's cunt that had grown swollen from each pregnancy, her tongue flicking over the sensitive nub above it. Kazuya's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate with the very air around them. The sight of the powerful man she had once known now a willing participant in this demonic harem was both shocking and strangely arousing.

Kazumi, the woman who had given birth to Kazuya, watched with a knowing smile. Her own belly swollen with Wukong's child, she had seen the transformation firsthand. The way the demon's seed could alter a person, making them crave the very thing that had corrupted them. It was a cycle that seemed never-ending, a dance of power and submission that all those in the harem were entwined in.

As Jun was licking Kazuya's pussy, Jun could feel the unborn baby slipping out of her pussy lips, she gasped and stood up. "Wukong, I think I'm in labor," she managed to say through the pain that had just struck her like a bolt of lightning. Wukong's eyes widened in excitement. "Ah, the moment of rebirth approaches," he said, his tail swishing rapidly behind him.

The other harem members immediately sprang into action, preparing the room for the birth. They had seen this ritual before, but each time it brought a mix of excitement and trepidation. The demonic essence of Wukong's seed meant that each birth was as unique and powerful as the woman carrying it.

Jun lay on a plush, velvet-covered table, her legs spread wide as the contractions grew stronger. She was surrounded by the other harem members, their eyes gleaming with anticipation and a hint of envy. The pain was intense, unlike anything she had ever experienced, but it was also laced with a strange, dark pleasure that she couldn't resist.

Wukong hovered over her, his fur ruffling with excitement as he felt the power of his own offspring about to be born. He reached down, his clawed hand caressing her swollen belly, and whispered, "Your son will be powerful, a true heir to my throne along with Kazuhito and my other children."

The contractions grew more intense, and with a scream that echoed through the castle, Jun's water broke, the fluid mixing with the juices of her arousal on the velvet beneath her. The harem members gathered closer, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they watched the spectacle unfold.

Kazuya, now a seasoned harem member, took charge, her own experience guiding her actions. She whispered reassurances in Jun's ear as she felt the head of the child beginning to crown. "Breathe, Jun," she instructed, her voice gentle and soothing. "Let it come. It will be over soon."

Jun's eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth clenched as the pain grew unbearable. But she listened to Kazuya, her body instinctively responding to the commands of her newfound sister in pleasure. With a final, guttural scream, she pushed and felt the baby slip from her body into the waiting hands of Wukong. The demon's grin was wide and triumphant as he held up the newest member of his harem.

The child was unlike any she had seen before—covered in a fine, golden fur that glinted in the candlelight. It had a monkey tail and piercing, glowing eyes that fixed immediately upon her, filled with an ancient wisdom beyond its newborn gaze.

Wukong chuckled, a low, dark sound that resonated through the room as he placed the baby on Jun's trembling stomach. "Behold," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Your son. A true testament to the power of my essence."

Jun looked down at the creature that lay upon her, her breath catching in her throat. The baby looked up at her, its tiny, semi-furry hands reaching up, and she felt something in her chest swell with love and fear. It had the same sharp features as Wukong, the same eerie glow in its eyes, yet it was undeniably hers.

The harem members gathered around, their whispers and coos filling the room with an energy that was both comforting and unsettling. Kazuya, her own transformation still raw in Jun's mind, stepped forward, her gaze tender. "Welcome to the family, little one," she said, her voice a soft purr.