Inseminated by the Imps

Hey folks! Back with another story in the Wild World series.

What will Robin get herself into this time? Let's find out...

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Imps. An "invasive species." That's how the local news outlet described them. They were red, winged and highly "invasive." All women were issued a stay-at-home order until the authorities could manage the burgeoning population.

Robin enjoyed the first few days of solitude. She cleaned, organized her cabinets, went through her closets and threw out old clothes. And whenever she felt bored, she'd take a break and turn on her old, cathode-ray tv to check the news.

"Day four of the city's imp outbreak and we're beginning to see population numbers dwindle every so slightly. All women are encouraged to remain within their homes. Shut and lock windows and doors, don't go out unless strictly necessary, and—"

The tv clicked off with a flash of static. Robin lifted her finger from the power button, played with the worn plastic remote and bit her lip. She looked at the window, the closed window above her kitchen sink, and thought it wouldn't hurt to open a crack.

Her apartment was close to boiling, and there was only so much her overworked fan could do. She had stripped down to manage the heat, wearing just a low-cut white top and red panties. A bead of sweat trailed down her exposed collarbone into the swell of her freckled cleavage.

Heaving her big hips off of the couch, Robin stepped into her kitchen and rested her hand on the window lock. The anchorman's voice echoed in her head, "Shut and lock windows and doors. Shut and lock windows and doors. Shut and lock windows..."

The window lock clicked and the pane slid up with a stiff push.

An evening breeze swept across Robin's pale face as she closed her eyes, basking in the simple bliss of it all. The fresh air tousled her copper hair. "That's much better," she sighed.

Robin turned on her heel and headed back to the couch, throwing herself down on her back. Her hand drifted to her flat, white stomach, settling there as she looked upward. Her half-lidded blue eyes scanned the ceiling as though searching for something interesting. It was just the ceiling, plain and unremarkable as ever.

With a resigned huff, Robin lifted her phone from her side, found an acoustic playlist and settled in for a nap. Sure, it was early evening, but her only options were watching tv, staring at her phone, making food or finding company.

With another resigned huff — this one sharper than the last — Robin closed her eyes and drifted off. The soft plucking of a twelve-string filled her senses, lulling her to sleep.

***

Weight. A heavy weight, pushing down on her.

Robin tensed and turned from side to side, shifting in her sleep. She was being pushed, pulled from a dream, already half-forgotten. Colors swam in front of her bleary eyes and she made a half-hearted attempt to sit up.

Something stopped her.

A bolt of adrenaline coursed through Robin and her eyes shot open. A devilish face came into sharp focus, looming only inches away.

The monster leered at her with its black, glossy gaze, flapping a pair of leathery wings. Its red skin and short horns spoke to some otherworldly, demonic origin, and its broad, lecherous smile spoke to its intentions.

With a start, Robin realized he was naked. His lean musculature led down to a thick cock, swollen like a plump, veiny forearm. Its imposing purple head pulsed with pre-cum.

"W-wait," Robin exhaled. She couldn't move beneath the creature's weight, and he seemed determined to keep her there. "Wait, uh, I don't have anything. I, h—"

The imp slapped the last word out of Robin's mouth. She gasped as he held his hand on her face, squeezing his sharp fingers and puckering her lips. A raspy giggle rattled his demonic frame, his eyes narrowing with glee.

Robin chanced another few words, "I— I'm not fighting—"

She made a move to raise her hands but the imp slapped them away. He hoisted his hips along Robin's heaving breasts until his fat cock was lying on her chin. She looked down at the bulbous, slightly ridged cockhead with a mix of fear and fervor.

Though she hadn't sought out the imps since their appearance in the city, there was a shameful part of her that had wanted to. She had one or two lingering fantasies of walking the streets alone late at night, sauntering around in her favorite fuck-me shorts.

That errant thought flit across her mind for a moment as the imp inched his way closer to her mouth. With a sudden lurch, he dipped his cock between her lips and plunged himself inside.

Robin gave a muffled gasp, then a wet gurgle as the imp pushed himself deep into her throat. He kept going, pumping his hips as he groaned with relief. He tasted like salt and sweat, filling her mouth and throat so completely that her jaw creaked.

"Mmph!" She whimpered helplessly.

Uncaring, the imp strained and struggled to fit his full length into the redhead's hot, spasming throat. Warm saliva coursed down either side of her burning cheeks as she clutched weakly at his thighs. With a grunt, the imp shoved the remaining few inches of his cock down Robin's esophagus. He let out a sigh.

Robin looked up pleadingly at the imp with her wide blue eyes as she batted at his legs. She felt every vein on his throbbing cock, tightly lodged behind her tonsils. Her quivering, wet lips were stretched around the base of his enormous cock. And then—

"Ughhh..." The imp groaned.

It was all the warning Robin received before a fat jet of cum pummeled the recesses of her aching throat. It slid down into her belly, followed by another, and another. The imp unloaded his weighty balls one throb at a time. Instead of slowing down, the sloppy deluge only seemed to speed up as the imp locked Robin's head between his thighs.

Her eyes bulged and she swallowed on instinct. As she laid there submissively, the imp drained himself into her belly with a loud, shameless groan. Little by little, her flat stomach began to paunch. How much can one imp cum? Robin thought.

A long minute of swallowing, swallowing, swallowing passed as Robin gulped down the imp's sperm. He gave the base of his cock a few tugs, then sharply withdrew from her mouth. With a chittering giggle, he shot the last ropes of cum across her bewildered expression. Sticky white seed glazed her forehead, her nose, her eye and tongue.

Her face caked with cum, Robin fluttered her eyelashes and pursed her lips, groaning with humiliation. "Fucking... bastard..." she whimpered.

Laughing at the weak retort, the imp leered at his latest conquest. He punctuated his performance by slapping Robin across the cheek, then jumped down from the couch. He sauntered back into the kitchen as his victim regained her bearings.

Robin pushed herself upright and cradled her gurgling belly. She watched through one unsullied eye as the imp climbed back onto the counter, slipped clumsily under the window and flapped away into the summer night.

With a tight frown, Robin wiped her face with the back of her hand. She shuddered, then gave a loud BELCH. Cum rushed up her throat, but she closed her mouth and swallowed it down.

Sitting there, Robin felt violated, abused and angry. She also felt undeniably horny.

***

"Despite the stay-at-home order, the imp population has continued to boom. All women are encouraged to stay inside with their windows and doors locked. If you see an imp or group of imps, don't hesitate to call your local—"

Robin flicked off the tv with a huff.

It had been two days since the encounter with the imp, and it was still fresh in her mind. She could taste his cock on her tongue, could feel the weight of his churning balls against her chin. With a pang of shame, the ghostly sensations made her shiver with arousal.

She turned to look out the window. It was closed and locked. Just like the anchorman had recommended. But a part of her, however small, wanted to open it again.

"Don't be an idiot," she murmured to herself.

It was just so hot in the apartment. And the fan was hardly helping. A bead of sweat rolled down Robin's freckled cheek as she shifted her heavy hips. She played with the hem of her favorite fuck-me shorts and bit her glossy pink lip.

"I mean..." she said. "What are the chances?"

Standing up, Robin made her way into the kitchen and stepped up to the sink. She leaned over, unlocked the window and slid it upward.

The evening breeze felt refreshing, so refreshing. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scents and sounds of the city below. The faraway cacophony of traffic was a discordant mix of horns, sirens and screeching tires. Somewhere, a dog barked.

Leaning back, Robin smiled and turned to her fridge. She retrieved an ice pack, wrapped it in a kitchen towel and returned to the couch. She laid back and rested the pack on her forehead. The chill relaxed her. She could feel her muscles starting to loosen.

Robin lazily lifted her phone to her face and flicked through her playlists. She settled on something random and tossed her phone onto her coffee table.

Eyes closed, Robin cleared her mind and listened to the music.

***

Robin opened her eyes. It had been an hour.

Nothing had happened. With a frustrated huff, Robin closed her eyes again.

***

The clanging of metal kitchenware woke Robin from her nap.

She shot up, propping her hands behind her as she looked across the room. Her lip quivered, stomach fluttering as she stared in surprise at... nothing.

Her kitchen was empty. Beyond the window, she only saw darkness and distant yellow light. She stood and looked at the window for a minute, two minutes, then tore herself away and sat back down on the couch. She'd imagined it.

Robin stood abruptly from her seat and walked into the kitchen. She shut the window with a quick tug and turned around.

"Oh..."

Not one, but two imps had slipped into the apartment. They crouched behind the kitchen table, leering at Robin with pointy smiles. The first slid from his hiding place and started to chuckle deep in his throat.

Robin recognized him as the intruder from the other night. He had a twisted grin that curled his devilish features. His wings flapped in excitement as he sidled into view.

The imp looked behind him and beckoned to the other gnarled form. Emerging out of the shadows was another imp, though this one was markedly different. He had black, curling horns, a bulkier frame and a swinging horsecock with a flared head.

Robin backed into her countertop. The two imps seemed to take pleasure in her fear, sniggering at the redhead as they approached her.

"Wait..." Robin said, holding up her hands. It was true that she'd wanted the imp to return, but she hadn't expected the beast he'd brought with him. He was menacing, with a mean gaze and a forked tongue that flicked at his sharp teeth.

Robin's knees began to shake as the chittering, lecherous imps drew closer. The larger of the two rushed forward, then stopped just inches from his victim as she yelped. He pulled back, laughed, then stepped forward in earnest and grabbed her by the arm.

"Hold on!" Robin cried, but the imp was stronger than his stature would suggest. He yanked the redhead to her knees as she tried to wrest herself from his grasp. A rough shove pushed her to the floor, and she started to scramble before the smaller imp put his foot on her neck. Her cheek flush with the laminate tile, Robin looked up at the intruder.

The smaller imp seemed to take a perverse sense of delight in her submission. The corners of his mouth widened, his hand curling around his fat cock as he began to jerk himself off.

With her face on the floor and her round ass in the air, Robin couldn't move. A pang of arousal fluttered in her pussy as her thighs trembled. The larger imp grabbed the hem of Robin's shorts and ripped them down, tearing the thin red fabric.

The anchorman's warning echoed in Robin's head. She was going to be another conquest for the imp horde, another mother for their monstrous spawn. They'd claim her ripe womb and make her their personal broodmare. She couldn't help but imagine her big pregnant belly, fit to burst with imp babies.

As if to confirm the thought, Robin felt the flared head of the imp's horsecock press rudely against her entrance. She whimpered at the intrusion, powerless to stop the imp behind her. There was a part of her — a simmering, shameful part — that didn't want to.

Again, she said, "Wait," but her voice sounded unsure. It didn't matter either way, as it was clear the monster was going to mount her. He slid his flare up and down Robin's wet pussy, deep in the valley of her ass. Her juices squelched against his dripping head.

Robin's eyes bulged as the imp pushed forward, plunging his cock into her cleft. A choked groan caught in her throat and she tensed around the invader. This only seemed to spur him on, and he sunk another few inches into her twitching pussy.

"F-fuck!" She yelled. It wasn't the first big cock she'd ever taken, or even the first horsecock, but it still stretched her wide. She clenched her teeth and exhaled sharply. Saliva slipped from her bottom lip, her face red with pain and humiliation.

...and yet, it felt good. Really good. As the imp thrust his cock, the pain gave way to a deep thrum of pleasure. Robin couldn't help but tense her thick thighs and tighten around the horsecock in her pussy. It slowly sank between her pillowy cheeks as the imp grunted. He gripped Robin's broad hips and bottomed out with a sigh of satisfaction.

"Nngh!" Robin yelped. "Oh fuck."

She could feel the imp's roiling balls against her ass, churning with a virile load of seed. Then she felt them swing away as the cock withdrew from her cunt, giving her only a moment to prepare before the imp pushed forward again with brutish insistence.

"Ahh!" Robin cried.

The imp started to piston his horsecock in and out of Robin's pussy, humping her fat ass with growing excitement. He bounced himself off of her big backside like a rabid animal as the smaller imp watched and laughed.

Robin's cheeks clapped with each thrust, filling the kitchen with sound of wet slaps, grunts and groans. Her eyes rolled up as an overwhelming orgasm tore through her abused body. Her legs locked and muscles spasmed as she let out a long, plaintive, "Fuu-uh-uck."

The dominant imp plowed right through her pleasure. He only acknowledged Robin's orgasm with a sneer as he continued to violate her convulsing cunt. Fighting against her contracting muscles, he pushed himself as deep as he could go. When his flare was kissing the redhead's womb, he tensed, shaking slightly.

Robin felt the first impact of his load deep inside of her. Still reeling from her own orgasm, she could only muster a weak mewl as the imp emptied his enormous balls into her warm, receptive womb. His horsecock throbbed, filling her with eager swimmers.

Her ass held high in the air, Robin shook and moaned as the imp worked hard to impregnate her. The redhead's belly began to round out with the liquid weight, her womb heavy with an inhuman amount of demonic seed.

Satisfied with his work, the imp pulled, and pulled, and pulled his lengthy horsecock from between Robin's legs. His flare popped out of her pussy with a thick torrent of sticky seed. It flowed down her inner thighs and pooled at her knees.

The smaller imp lifted his foot off of Robin's neck. She let out a sigh of relief and started to push her upper body from the floor. But the moment was short lived as she felt a new pair of hands on her asscheeks. It seemed that the night was just beginning.

***

Trash on the floor. Empty bottles of cheap liquor strewn across the rug. Upturned chairs and toppled tables. Robin's apartment was a mess.

As she gingerly stepped over an empty bag of chicken tenders, an imp gave her a hearty slap on the ass. She didn't have the energy to react.

Instead, she pursed her lips and hefted her heavy, expectant belly over to the sink. She looked out the window and gave a wistful sigh.

Behind her, a gang of eight unruly imps fought over a ten ounce box of turkey meatballs. Which of the imps was the father of her latest litter, she wasn't sure.

Resting her hip against the fridge, she scanned the chaos around her with disinterest. And on the tv's cracked screen, an anchorman's dull voice droned out a familiar warning.

"The stay-at-home order is still in effect. All women are encouraged to lock their windows and doors. Again, all women are encouraged to lock their windows and doors."

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