Demonic Great Sage (Impregnation Edition)

Nemuri Kayama or Midnight is a confident and flirty woman with a playful sense of humor, but she also comes with a very sharp tongue and temper. She is noted for her love of vibrant youth and thrills, often adoring her students from said standpoint. She is always excited to see their chivalry and determination.

She is quite a flirt to men, never taking no for an answer and always looking for the next conquest. Her sky blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she scanned the room, picking out potential targets. Her long raven hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, revealing her sharp features and pale, porcelain skin. She was wearing a form-fitting black dress that hugged her curvy figure, accentuating her hourglass shape. As she walked towards the exit, her high heels click-clacking on the floor, her confidence was palpable.

The bar was packed with men, either enjoying their drinks or trying to catch a glimpse of Nemuri Kayama as she made her way through the crowd. Her flirtatious banter was as intoxicating as the alcohol itself, and it wasn't long before she had several admirers vying for her attention. One of them, a particularly handsome man with a cocky smile, stepped forward, attempting to monopolize her time. He seemed confident that he had won her over, but Nemuri was not one to be easily swayed.

Yet, she noticed a lone figure in a far corner of the bar. His attire consisted of a dark hoodie and a park of dress pants that seems oddly out of place. He didn't seem to be paying her any attention, instead he was busy staring out of the window, lost in his own thoughts. Despite the growing crowd, she found herself drawn to him, her curiosity piqued.

Nemuri made her way through the crowd, navigating between tables and chairs with grace and agility, until she finally reached the figure's table. Without hesitation, she slid into the booth beside him, her long, smooth legs brushing against his. His head whipped around, surprise evident on his face. His dark golden blond hair was slightly thick, especially on his jawline. His amber gold eyes seem to glow in the dim light of the bar. Nemuri noticed a large bulge in his pants and wondered what it was.

"Is that supposed to be his cock?" Nemuri thought to herself, "What kind of man has a big cock like that? I haven't felt something that hard since..." She trailed off, not wanting to finish that thought. His amber gold eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the bar, captivating her. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, making her own skin tingle. Nemuri could feel an odd smell emitting from the man, a mixture of peaches and a monkey's stench like a monkey drops in a jar of peach juice. The smell seems to bother Nemuri, but it also makes her want to get closer. Her panties were becoming wet out of nowhere but it wasn't pee yet something else.

Nemuri leaned in closer, her sky blue eyes fixing on his. "Hi, there, big boy. What's a handsome man like you doing all alone in a place like this?" She purred, her voice low and seductive. The man seemed taken aback by her forwardness, but there was a spark of interest in his eyes. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"Uh, just enjoying the peace and quiet, I guess. You know how it is." He replied, his voice deep and smooth. Nemuri smirked, taking another sip of her drink. She couldn't get rid of that smell. Maybe he had a strange Quirk that aroused women, or something. Something that would fit a villain's profile, at least. "And what about you, Nemuri? You seem to be doing quite well tonight. You must have quite the fan club." He asked, gesturing to the crowd around them.

"Oh, you know, just working, sweetheart." She winked, giving him a playful nudge with her shoulder. "But it's always nice to have some appreciative eyes, isn't it?" She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his arm, and his breath hitched. "So, what brings you to this little hole in the wall?" She asked, curious about him.

"Oh, nothing." The man wearing the hoodie spoke, "I was just in the neighborhood, and I thought I'd stop by for a drink. You know, clear my head a bit." He paused, his gaze flickering back to her. "So, what do you do for fun when you're not... working?" He asked, his voice laced with innuendo.

Nemuri was slightly embarrassed yet amused by his flirtatious remarks. "Well, you know... I like to unwind with a good book, or maybe catch a movie with the girls. You know, just trying to keep it low-key." She giggled, hoping he would take the bait. "But really, I just enjoy spending time with people who appreciate me for who I am." She batted her eyelashes, her gaze lingering on his lips.

The man in the hoodie smirked, enjoying the game they were playing. "Oh, I'm sure you're quite fascinating, Nemuri. But what about someone like me? Someone who could give you a real thrill? Wouldn't you like to know what it's like to be with someone who truly understands the darker side of your nature?" His amber gold eyes glinted in the dim light of the bar. "There's a private room for couples to do... special things. If you're interested, I could show you what I mean."

Nemuri arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his offer. "Oh, really? And just what do you have in mind, big boy?" She purred, leaning closer still. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

Nemuri and the hoodied man entered a private room, which had a bed and a few dim lights. She shut the door behind them, leaving them in relative privacy. The man whispered, "Close your eyes, Nemuri, and wait." Nemuri closed her eyes, hearing the rustling of clothes as he undid his pants. There was the sound of a belt being unbuckled, and then the bed dipped as he sat down. She could feel his warm breath on her neck as he trailed his fingers up and down her bare arms. It sent a shiver through her body.

She reached to grab his arm and found it furry. Opening her eyes, the man looked like humanoid monkey man, his face still looking like a handsome man, his body was covered in dark golden blonde fur, a monkey like tail swung slowly behind him. "I-I see..." Nemuri stammered, her eyes widening. "You're one of them..." She whispered, suddenly feeling a mixture of fear and arousal.

"The villains? No." The humanoid monkey man spoke, "I am a sex demon, a king of a race of sex demons that looked like humanoid monkeys. We actually blend in quite well in human society, you know, with our shapeshifting abilities. It's why I've been coming here, to see you, Nemuri. I've found you irresistible ever since I first saw you."

Nemuri looked down and saw that his cock was indeed big, thicker than a teen's wrist, and pre-cum dripped down its length. She bit her bottom lip, her body betraying her with a mixture of awe and lust. "So... what do you want me to do with that?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"I'm going to fuck your pussy…" The humanoid monkey man whispered, his voice low and husky. He reached out to carefully removed her dressed, followed by her undergarments. Nemuri bit her bottom lip, feeling exposed and vulnerable as she stood before him naked. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and dip. He placed a hand on her hip, guiding her toward the bed. "I'm going to breed you, Nemuri. Make you mine, body and soul. You belong to me now... and there's nothing you can do about it."

Nemuri was more nervous about his cock, it could tear her apart. But it also thrilled her, the thought of being taken so hard by this creature, owned by him. She let out a shaky breath as he guided her down onto the bed. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he slowly thrust inside her, his thick length stretching her more than she could have imagined.

"Ooaaahhh…" Nemuri moaned out, "You are so big…You might break me like a toy..." The humanoid monkey man chuckled, his cock twitching inside her as he thrust harder. "Oh, I assure you, my dear, you're built to take a beating. And you're going to take it...over...and over...and over again." He pounded into her, "The name is Sun Wukong but you can refer me as King, your master, your owner...your everything."

As he continued to fuck her, Nemuri could feel her body adjusting to his girth, beginning to enjoy the sensation of being filled so completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his furred back as she arched her hips up to meet each thrust. "Oh gods, yes...fuck me...fuck me harder..." she begged.

The humanoid monkey man grinned wickedly, his predatory features only serving to turn her on even more. He slammed into her over and over, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was both primal and possessive. "That's it, my pet...take what I give you...take it all..." he growled, his hot breath fanning across her neck.

Nemuri moaned, her hips bucking wildly as she felt herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but she didn't want it to end. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, her nails digging into his fur as she arched her back, offering him deeper and deeper access. Her womb felt like it was getting stuffed with his cum like a never-ending fountain. "Oh, god...I'm going to cum...I can't...hold...it..." she gasped out between breaths.

The humanoid monkey man grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. "Let it go...let it all go..." he growled, thrusting harder. "Cum for your master, my pet...cum hard..." His words sent her over the edge, and she screamed out in ecstasy as her body convulsed around him. Her pussy milked his cock relentlessly, and he felt his own climax building, ready to explode.

He withdrew his cock from her, only to thrust back in again, harder than before. "That's it, my pretty...take what I have to give you..." His words were punctuated by rough, animalistic grunts as he came, filling her up with his hot seed. Nemuri felt overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely claimed, her body taken and used for his pleasure. Yet she wanted more, more of this power and dominance.

"Please…" Nemuri begged, "Breed my cunt..let me mother your children…your heir...I want to feel you inside me always..." The humanoid monkey man smiled, amused by her pleas. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Patience, my pet...you'll have your chance...but for now, enjoy being fucked senseless by your King."

He began to thrust into her again, his cock sliding in and out of her wetness with ease. She moaned, arching her back as she felt him hit her G-spot with each thrust. Her hands moved down to grab at his furred thighs, her nails digging into the soft flesh beneath. "Oh, fuck...you feel so good...so big...I can't take any more..." she panted.

The humanoid monkey man chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. "Oh, but you can take it...and you will take it...all of it..." He slammed into her harder, his hips slapping against hers in a brutal rhythm. Her body was being pushed to its limits, but she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to keep fucking her until she couldn't move anymore.

Her nails dug into his fur as she arched her back, offering him deeper and deeper penetration. She could feel his thick length stretching her, filling her up completely. He growled with pleasure, his hips undulating in a way that made her core clench around him. "That's it, my pet...take what I give you...take it all..." he groaned, his hot breath fanning across her neck.

Nemuri could feel her womb getting stuff with his cum like a Thanksgiving Turkey, yet she didn't want it to end. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, her nails digging into his fur as she arched her back, offering him deeper and deeper access. Her mind was a haze of pleasure and submission, her body moving in perfect synchronicity with his brutal thrusts, her womb massaging his cock with each undulation.

The humanoid monkey man growled in satisfaction, feeling his seed spilling into her, claiming her as his own. He looked down at her, his eyes burning with desire as he watched her face contort in ecstasy. Her breasts heaved with each labored breath, her nipples standing erect and hard, begging for his touch. He reached down and roughly grasped one, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger as he continued to thrust into her.

Days turned into weeks, and the bond between them deepened. Nemuri found herself craving the humanoid monkey man's touch, his dominance, his heat like a drug. She had become completely addicted to the feeling of being owned, of being used for his pleasure. He had marked her as his, branded her as his property, and she reveled in the knowledge that she belonged to him, body and soul.

Her body had changed dramatically when she became pregnant with Wukong's offspring. Her breasts were swollen with breast milk, her belly distended with squirming life and her hips widened to accommodate the growing child within. If anyone see this, they would thought that she would fit a pregnancy fetish porno magazine or a pervert's wet dream. There are times that Nemuri let one of Wukong's followers suckled on her breast, relieving the pressure of her engorged nipples and the constant ache to nurse the little one inside her. She had become a walking, talking womb for Wukong's heir, and she cherished every moment of it.

Wukong knew to be careful while fucking Nemuri's cunt, not wanting to hurt her or their child. His thrusts were slow and deep, his massive cock stretching her tight passage to its limits. He savored the feel of her body moving in perfect sync with his own, her moans of pleasure vibrating against his chest. He gazed down at her, watching her breasts heave with each breath, her nipples standing erect and hard. He reached up and cupped one in his hand, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Nemuri and making her hips buck against him even harder. Breast milk leaked from her nipple, coating his hand, and he brought it to his mouth, tasting the sweet nectar as he continued to fuck her.

"I am yours, Wukong...take me...take what you want...I belong to you...to your seed...to our child...to our tribe...I will bear this child and raise it to be strong and fierce, just like its father...just like you...my love...my king...my everything..." Nemuri moaned, her voice husky with desire as she felt the humanoid monkey man's thrusts growing deeper, harder, more intense. Her body arched upwards, offering him deeper and deeper penetration, her hips bucking against his, her breasts heaving with each labored breath.

Wukong slowly pull his cock out of Nemuri's pussy and thrusted into her ass. He gasped at the tightness and heat surrounding his cock, feeling her sphincter muscles clench and release with each thrust. He leaned forward, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her scent, her skin, her warmth. He moaned into her flesh, the vibration sending shudders of pleasure through her body.

Nemuri could feel her cervix dilating like it was nothing more than a sphincter muscle, her body accepting the intrusion, preparing itself for the birth of their child. She moaned in ecstasy as Wukong's cock thrust deep inside her ass, his balls slapping against her perineum with each powerful stroke. Her back arched, her back pressed against his chest like it was a part of her own body. Her breasts swayed with each movement, their weight pulling at the tender nipples that were still hard from her recent suckling.

She felt the infant's head emerging from her womb, its tiny body stretching and contorting, its fingers and toes spreading wide. Nemuri gasped, feeling a surge of pain and ecstasy wash over her as the child's head finally slipped free from her body. She could feel the wet heat of blood and amniotic fluid dripping down her thighs, pooling on the mattress beneath her. Wukong's cock twitched inside her as the child's body slid free, spilling his seed deep into her ass.

Nemuri was in a daze, her body trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm and childbirth. Wukong slowly pulled his softening cock out of her ass, their combined juices leaking from her body as he gently laid her down on the bed. He tenderly lifted the baby up, the umbilical cord still attached, carefully clamped and cut it. The child cried out, a loud, healthy wail that filled the room with life. Wukong handed the newborn to Nemuri, who cradled it in her arms, tears streaming down her face as she gazed down at their child.

The baby latched onto Nemuri's breast, wrapping its lips around her nipple and beginning to suckle hungrily. Nemuri closed her eyes, savoring the sensation, the feel of her child at her breast. She smiled down at the infant, its tiny fingers curled around a lock of her hair. Wukong leaned in, kissing her forehead, her cheek, her lips, his hands resting gently on her hips.