Griping Demons

Second Encounter

Just as before, you spot the collar-popping incubus and his lab coat-clad lover complaining about their boss.

“-still sore! I can’t believe she did that to me!” groans the male.

Smiling cruelly, the slick-pussied succubus says, “You deserved it. Honestly, you turned in cum-stained reports to your boss, and you’re surprised that she took your ass for a ride as punishment? If you ask me, you planned all this. Who do you think had to clean up the huge mess you left on the floor?”

For once, the incubus seems speechless. He mutters, “Well, I didn’t plan it. I-I was just having fun with one of the new slaves - for inspiration - while I finished up the paperwork.” He looks over and punches the leering female’s arm. “Besides, I thought you liked cleaning up my cum? I’ve never seen you complain before.”

The succubus laughs and slaps his ass as she answers, “Don’t worry, you taste great... just not as good as the boss. I dunno what concoction she made that did it, but her spunk is heavenly. I could just... mmm... swallow that delicious cream all day long. Do ya think she’s part minotaur?”

“Babe, you’re sliming everywhere again. Why don’t we go blow off some steam?” The two horny demons run off and disappear.

Third Encounter

This time, the two chatty demons are seated near the fire, and the reason for their altered location seems clear. The succubus' belly is gravid to an unusual degree, utterly packed with some kind of corrupted offspring. She’s rubbing both her hands over the stretched skin-dome and moaning in discomfort, the packed womb squirming beneath her touches.

Meanwhile, the male incubus is knocking back a beer, grumbling, “Could you take it down a notch? It isn’t like this is the first time you’ve had to lug around a load of imps - don’t be so melodramatic.”

His pregnant companion growls and tugs at her undersized lab coat, failing to conceal the blueberry-colored bulge of her belly from him as she retorts, “You didn’t have to get all these fucked into you, now did you? Hell, she even shot me up with fertility-plus first! It feels like there’s two dozen of the little bastards packed in there! I figure in another day or two I won’t even be able to walk.”

“So does that mean you won’t mind if I stop by whilst you’re laid up? I mean you can’t get any more pregnant with imps, and it might pass the time,” suggests the well-muscled male.

Smirking, the demoness retorts, “Sure, but next time you fuck up, I’m loaning Syrena some of my girly stuff to make you suffer just like this.” Her hands both point at the imp-engorged skin of her midsection for emphasis.

The incubus rises and taunts, “If I fucked up as often as you did, I’d be feeding the furnace in a factory somewhere or fed to the hell hounds. Come on, let’s get you home before I have to roll you back.”

Unwilling to allow herself to be helped, the succubus staggers up and begins waddling away. The incubus keeps his distance, wearing a predatory grin.