-- A Demon’s Broodmare
[ NSFW 18+ ONLY ] 
[Kinks: Oviposition, Feral/Feral, Demons, Heat, Forced/Ambiguous Consent]

The incubi stallion watched through the underbrush, eyes glinting at the mare in the clearing. A beautiful seal bay, with a blanket of white dappling across her attractive hindquarters. Through the swish of her tail, he could glimpse her sex, a pale closed flower. The stallion of her herd knew better than to let mares wander his woods. She must have wandered too far, away from his eyes. No doubt he’d be looking for his lost mare… he’d better make the best of this one. 

 He flared his nostrils, letting her scent fill his lungs, and felt a soft growl in his chest. He stepped out of the shadows towards her, expecting her surprised response as she turned and whinnied sharply, ears turning back and nostrils flaring. He was sure his haunted appearance didn't help, but he simply perked his ears at her, posture relaxed and confident, as he approached. His hooves thunk’d softly on the loose dirt. He must look frightening- tall, broad, true cold blood stock- but ragged, wings falling to pieces and body vastly hidden by wrappings. His singular horn was sharply ridged and came to a sharp crescent curve. Her eyes fixated on it in fascination, and he took the chance to grin, showing his sharpened canines and the pieces of flesh missing from the sides of his mouth.

 She took a few steps back and shied away, whites of her eyes showing, as he moved towards her flank. Her sides rose and fell rapidly, and he knew she would bolt soon if he didn't address it. 
"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." He said, voice quiet and soft, unfitting for his rough appearance. His horn glinted softly, adding a depth of tone to the words that they didn’t have previously. 
She couldn't seem to remember how to speak, her thoughts scattering out of reach.
"You don't need to say anything." He added soothingly, pressing his muzzle into the fear-taut flesh of her neck, running down the length until his nose and teeth grazed the top of her shoulder, down her ribs. He grinned faintly as he felt the involuntary shudder, and added a little lick near the inside of her shoulder. Her skin twitched in response to his slightly barbed tongue- enough to tickle but not too rough for sensitive spots. 
"What do you want?" She spoke now, her strong voice broken by shaky breaths. 
"All the mares in these woods and I want you." He said bluntly, continuing his close inspection of her body (She was the only mare in his woods, as far as he knew, but he didn’t tell her that). Nose tracing along her side, drifting lower as it went. 
"N-no.." she gasped, dancing away from him, "I cant-" 
"oh?" He asked, moving towards her again. This time he raised a hoof 

The mare felt a cold sweat break out along her body as the heavyset draft stallion raised that big hoof. It was consumed by a pocket of ever-burning flame, glinting off the dark iron horseshoe. She watched the glow while her mind presented her with a clear image of her bruised and battered body. Backed into a corner, she closed her eyes and tensed as it descended towards her sides- 
-only to gasp as his hoof touched her ribs, feather light, slowly tracing the same path as his nose. Instead of pain, warmth and itching heat bloomed in her every time his hooves touched her.  As the heat settled in her womb, she felt an involuntary ripple in her pussy, walls suddenly aching, an ache she knew only a stallion could fix. All this she knew, but for some reason, she remained rooted, no attempt to flee back to her herd and the protection of it’s lead stallion. This stallion in front of her- despite his frightening appearance- was suddenly becoming much more appealing to her. 
She opened her eyes again to watch the stallion circling her with new interest. His hoof still rested by her hip, just where her side began to curve down towards her teats. He regarded her calmly, seemingly asking permission. She started at him a moment, and, feeling separated from herself, felt another head not her own nod, and that fiery hoof moved closer to where she ached for it. 

The stallion, Arngrim, for that was his name, gave another small, satisfied smile at the mares consent. He never liked to do things without their consent, if he could help it. 
He felt the soft flesh of her breast give beneath his touch as he gently tapped it with the outside of his hoof, causing the two modest teats to sway gently. 
She shivered, waiting, expecting him to ravish her suddenly and roughly at any time. Instead he withdrew and nudged her hindquarters with his nose, pointing to a rock jutting out of the earth a few feet away. Moss and lichen had long since established themselves on it, softening the surface.

She was unsure of what it was he wanted exactly, and he guided her patiently with prods from nose and hoof, until she was arranged perfectly on the rock; on her back, a little awkward, but supported by a leaning log. Her beautiful chestnut legs were parted to reveal the sex he had only glimpsed earlier- he leaned down to puff some hot air over it, watching the increasingly horny mare wink in response. It was beautiful and pale pink, dappled with darker chestnut spots. He gave the exposed clit a teasing lick and felt her juices soak into his chin. She was responding perfectly to him. Moving his attention up again, he appraised her two breasts, resting open and exposed above her mound. This is what he had rearranged her for. 

Not to be distracted from enjoying his meal, he filled his vision with her succulent teats, licking the side of one, up to the point of the nipple, teasing the sensitive nubs with his softly barbed tongue. He continued teasing lightly with tongue and teeth as he switched between the plump orbs.  He took a fleeting look at her face- relishing the blush, the slightly hazy, pleased expression in her eyes, the shy skew of her ears. Her clit winked again, and a waft of her arousal caused his nostrils to flare and his mouth to salivate. He wouldn’t be able to resist her much longer.

To her it seemed forever. Her sex was quivering, and she could feel her juices soaking her tail. She had no thought for her previous inhibitions now. Would he continue to tease her like this for much longer? She looked at him again, and found his dark crimson eyes examining her back. Flushed again, but enraptured by his dark charm, she didn't look away. 

He was happy to see how much she was enjoying herself. She caught a glimmer of satisfaction in his dark eyes.

Leaving her overstimulated teats alone, his mouth moved lower; nose brushing gently over her sex, giving in momentarily to desire and inhaling her heat until he felt his head spin. He lifted a fiery hoof again, tracing now along the inside of her legs, around her mound, giving her a chance to come down and rest before he took her to new heights. Finally, his hooves touched her vulva, ignoring her gasp and shudder, as he pulled her pussy lips to the side to spread them and see what he was dealing with. 
She was soaked, drools of marecum running between her legs and pooling by her tailhole (a hole he licked his chops as he admired, but he intended to enjoy dessert later). It was impossible to appreciate the full spread with all the cum in the way. ‘Easily fixed.’ 
He leaned closer, hot breath on her exposed hole, as his tongue just barely skimmed it, collecting a mouthful of nectar, but making sure to miss her clit (his ear flicked at her disappointed sigh). Her body followed him, back arcing into his mouth and falling back again as he lifted his head.
‘Perfect.’ he reflected. She was putty in his hooves.

He took a few steps up so he was looming over her. Sweet as she tasted, he had had enough foreplay. It was his turn. He let her look down, eyes widening slightly as she took in his girth. She wouldn't know the extent of how different his stallionhood was until it was too late. Her mouth, open in a little ‘O’, would have looked even better at the base of his cock, but she needed to be broken into that.

"o-oh..." She breathed as he stepped next to her, letting his stallionhood hang next to her face. He was long, like many stallions, but thick as well; cock as thick around as a clydesdales leg. The spongy tip, where the flare was, seemed warped to her eyes; she glimpsed what looked like barbs in the half light, and a weird bulge at the base of his sheathe. She had never seen anything like it before. She wasn’t sure if she wanted it in her. Especially those barbs.
He could see the apprehension in her eyes now as she shied away from his size and alien nature- a quick remedy, as he sharply nipped her throat, interrupting her thoughts and causing her to squeal and pull back. He growled at her to turn over so he could fuck her and she did with sudden enthusiasm, doubts forgotten, as her will bent easily under his influence. He admired her again- drooling pussy, raised tail, puckered asshole. Her udder with their small, rounded nipples. And, of course, the way she looked back at him shyly, perhaps wanting reassurance. He was silent.

He mounted her with practiced ease and probed eagerly at her hindquarters, pushing her tail to the side and thrusting forwards until he felt his head punch into a hot, tight hole. She gasped under him, and he held his breath as her pussy tightened around the first few inches of his cock. Her breath was fast and he leaned down to skim her neck with his nose, tender touches, ending in a sharp nip to the base of her neck; he used the distraction to cram another few inches in. She began to squirm in pain, 
"W-wait take it out for a sec-!" 
But he ignored her, lust beginning to fog his mind. Half his cock in, he pulled back shortly and began to thrust- paced, hard and deep. 

The mares vision blurred as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She was hot all over, burning with pleasure, but also gasping with pain as the cock too large for her forced her insides apart. She could feel the barbs along his head scraping along the inside of her passages, and she spasmed hard around him when it happened, a mix of intense pleasure and pain. She knew that this wasn't all of him- a fourth, she thought, maybe half if she was lucky. 

She let out a little cry as her pelvic floor finally gave a little, and Arngrim, thrusting forwards again, was able to almost fully sheathe himself in her heat. He stopped a second there, and she could feel his cock twitching inside of her, his breath hot and fast against her neck. She struggled to use the time to readjust.
"Come on!" he grunted, thrusting again, harder now, and as a few more inches sank in he felt his cock tip kiss her cervix. Exactly what he was looking for. 

She was gasping in-between thrusts now, trying to prepare herself for the next but never quite succeeding. She felt him sink deeper inside of her, moaning as she felt her stomach bulge a little outwards. Her eyes were shut as she tried to ride out the overwhelming sensations; his cock head, spongy and soft, kissing her cervix, twinges of discomfort as he pushed insistently against it on every thrust. She felt something else too, a bulge pushing at her entrance, and felt her ears begin to flatten back again in apprehension. This was already much more than she signed up for. Stallions were supposed to be fast and dirty; no foreplay, a few thrusts, leave you messy. This one was teasing her, taunting her, ruining her with his cock and she feared that he hadn't even begun. 

Arngrim groaned, listening to her whimper and whine beneath him. His medial ring was thrusting in and out of her now, causing a slight hitch in their rhythm. His equine knot, rippling with barbs, had begun to push out of his sheathe. Though only half was out, he pressed it greedily against her entrance, her inner barrier now straining against his deep thrusts. He was close, he knew it. She bucked a little as he snarled in frustration, at odds with her tight sleeve. 

Ah, that was what her buck was. He felt and heard victory when he heard a pained scream from her and a dizzying rush of pleasure for himself, her cervix spasming around the sudden invasion of his flare. He gave a few involuntary thrusts, lost in how tight the fit was. He could hear her crying below him now but he could also feel her tightening, close to orgasm. He’d give her what she wanted, but there was nothing he could do to prepare her for what was next. 

As she continued to twitch around him, he lost thought for all else but his own pleasure. Snarling, he began jackhammering into her womb, stretching it and it's tight entrance for what was to come. With the extra room, His knot was finally able to begin forcing itself into her tight cunny. She was squeezing hard, trying to push him out, but she was only wasting her energy. 
With one last hard thrust, and a half sob half scream from the mare, his barbed knot popped into her. He may have pushed her too hard, but that concern was lost as soon as they were knotted. Arngrim whinnied sharply as he came, knot and flare swelling, barbs on both digging into the soft flesh around them and ensuring a snug fit. The mare kicked and struggled now, aware that she was trapped, her pleading falling on deaf ears. 
Arngrim held her there, willing her to adjust, hilted inside her. The tip of his stallionhood, a modified ovipositor, bloomed open to secure the spines into the soft lining of her womb and hold her cervix open as he shot ropes of virile stallion cum deep into her. 
 A deep, feral part of  the mare rose up then, her sex lighting up as she came very suddenly and very hard after her partner. She was rewarded with a pained snort from the stallion, wincing as he tugged sharply at her insides in response. 
'too fuckin tight'  he thought, cock still throbbing from the strength of her orgasm. 

She was still in the midst of it, her pussy and womb clamping down on him like a vice. shaking uncontrollably, cheeks wet with tears from the brutality of their fucking, and mind a blur of confused sensations. Her stomach was pinched in a painful cramp as her cervix gaped around the stallion's monster cock, the knot at it’s base nearly doubling the girth.  An exhausted moan left her lips as she felt the hot sperm fill her womb in time with that deep throbbing.. 
Her stomach was taking on a soft swell as it struggled to contain the sudden volume of cum, sealed effectively inside of her by flare and knot. The swell would increase with every throb, painfully forcing her already stretched slit wider, stars in her vision as the pressure smothered her g-spot. Every pulsation rubbed the barbs painfully against her overstimulated pussy, threatening another orgasm soon.

She thought it was over as she came down from her second orgasm. But Arngrim only shifted to a more comfortable position and began to rock gently against her, making her sharply aware again of the aches and pains in her body, inside and out. 

Arngrim could feel the eggs churning deep in him, his desire to release them just as strong as before he came. He lay more heavily across her back, neck resting over hers, as he felt the first of them begin to force its way into her pussy. As expected she began to struggle again, crying out as the oblong, roughly apple sized egg expanded the already swollen knot inside of her. His weight kept her more or less immobile, and she quickly quieted and returned to moaning occasionally. 

With a final gasp she felt the egg pass the knot, becoming only a minor discomfort-
'wait' 
-until she felt it begin to push against her battered cervix. Another egg began pushing through his knot as they came in a steadier flow now . White spots bloomed over her vision but Arngrim held her fast and firm, gently fucking eggs into her, kissing her neck now as she felt her womb swelling more, her stomach becoming taut. Arngrim soothed his now-delirious mare as the last of the eggs settled in her womb.

Just when she thought she would burst, Arngrim seemed to shudder and sway above her. Then she felt his knot begin to shrink, and the pain in her abdomen began to somewhat ease. He pulled out slowly, hearing his broodmare whine again as his flare slipped from her cervix and his knot popped gently from her entrance; whether from the pain or because of the absence, he wasn’t sure. 

Their mess leaked out after that. Lids half closed, the mare only made a soft noise of complaint as Arngrim stepped around and presented his softening dick to her. Willingly, like an obedient slave, she took it into her mouth, tongue running over it's textures, though she could only fit so much in her mouth in her position. She dipped her tongue into the divot running through the underside of his knot, swallowing a mouthful of their mixed juices. His taste was delicious, even mingled with hers. It was the last thing she recalled before falling into a blissful post nuptial sleep. 

Arngrim left her there. He'd return in the morning to bring her nourishment; incubus eggs were taxing for mortal equines to grow, and breeding with an incubus alone was no small undertaking. His mare had already proven herself strong today, receiving her brood;.  but his clutch would need to be thoroughly saturated in his cum daily so that they would develop properly. He didn’t think she’d normally abide by that, but the taste of his seed, and the eggs in her womb, would tie her to him as long as he wanted, thanks to the magik of the incubi. There were few mares who could resist it- which is why the other stallions had tried to drive him out. No such luck, as you can see, he thought with a smile, glancing briefly back at his prize. It had been a long time since he had a gift like this dropped into his lap. 
‘“Maybe after this first clutch,’ he thought, thinking of how inviting her tight little asshole had looked, ‘I might indulge myself more’.