Spawn

The Calling of the Chosen

Warnings: MDNI. 18+. Very explicit sexual content, extremely intense labor and birth scenes. Themes of dark rituals, demonic presence, and breeding. This story delves into a highly specific kink space. If this is not your preference, please consider other material.

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The stone door ground shut behind Zara with a slow, heavy finality, leaving her alone in the dim glow of candlelight. She traced her fingers over the still-warm stone symbols etched on the floor, feeling the way they pulsed under her touch. A lump formed in her throat, tightening as she took a breath, trying to steady her nerves. She was here for a purpose—one that her sisters in the coven could only dream of. She had been chosen, handpicked by Satan himself, as the one woman worthy of bearing his children.

"Do this for them," she whispered, barely audible, feeling her chest rise and fall as anticipation coiled within her.

Suddenly, a figure began to take shape within the pentagram. Tall, imposing, yet carrying an unmistakable allure, Satan emerged, his black eyes settling on her with a focus that felt like a flame licking up her spine. His skin glowed faintly as if forged from embers, his frame taut with power, and his dark gaze pierced through her, claiming her completely before he even touched her.

"Zara," he greeted, his voice low and resonant, each syllable curling through the room like smoke. "Do you understand what tonight holds for you?"

Her mouth went dry as she met his eyes, the heat of his gaze wrapping around her, causing her pulse to race. She swallowed, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, my lord. I've come to honor the covenant, to... carry your children. As many as you desire."

His gaze swept over her slowly, every inch of her body coming alive under his eyes, and a hint of satisfaction glinted in his expression. "Yes, Zara. You'll carry my offspring—a lineage, not merely a child. Your body will be the gateway for them, again and again. Our covenant goes beyond you; it will be renewed with every birth."

She could feel her heart thundering as she took in the gravity of his words, her breath hitching as his power washed over her. Nerves twisted in her stomach, yet a sense of pride settled within her—this was what she was meant for. "Then... show me," she whispered, feeling her own voice falter, her words barely above a breath. Her pulse quickened as he closed the distance, standing over her with a presence that seemed to fill every space around her.

Without breaking his gaze, he knelt before her, his lips hovering close to her ear. "You'll feel it all," he promised, his voice a dark caress. "The life I'll create within you, the legacy you'll bear. Every part of you will belong to me, again and again."

His hands moved to her waist, sliding lower as he drew her closer, fingers brushing over the fabric of her robe, and then, with one fluid motion, parting it. The air grew thick, charged with tension, as his lips began to trace a line down her neck, igniting a heat within her core that spread outward, consuming her.

Zara's breath grew shallow as his lips skimmed her skin, each kiss sending a spark through her, igniting a new awareness of her body—a body that had been untouched, saved for this moment. Her heart raced, and she could feel her muscles tense instinctively, desire and nerves coiling within her.

Satan's hands traveled slowly, deliberately, his fingers tracing over her shoulders, down her arms, finally resting on her waist. He pulled her close, their bodies nearly flush. She let out a shaky breath, eyes wide, feeling both anticipation and vulnerability.

"Does my chosen tremble?" he murmured, a hint of amusement in his dark voice. His words resonated with power, his breath hot against her skin.

"Yes, my lord," she whispered, her words coming out in a rush. "I'm... I've never...." Her voice faltered as she held his gaze, her cheeks flushing. "But I'm ready. I am yours."