Bred in the Pit

Once, she reached forward and compressed as much of a breast with her hands as she could, and the torrent of milk that shot from her proved sufficient to dislodge the young demon with a spurt. She smiled and laughed silently to herself, yet before she could relish the cruelty long another of her unholy young bounded up onto her nipple and bit into it to steady itself on her colossal bosom. "Ohhh, yes...", she called softly, another contraction matching the pain, sending coursing waves of pleasure through her as another child dislodged herself from her vagina.

Before long, the succubus became weary. Her body did not show any signs of stopping, and her children fed ceaselessly from her. She had once again fulfilled her purpose, and she began to drift off to sleep to the slick sounds of her children scrambling from their flesh pouches and feeding from her immense breasts. Her body now took control of the spawning itself, pushing her children from her with instinctive thrusts.

Her last thought as she drifted off to slumber was of the jailer and his folly, and at his impending fate. Lord Marganoth would be furiously upset with him; her litter of demons would run wild and free through this prison, causing untold havoc and mayhem to the demon lord and his designs. Just what he deserves for unfairly imprisoning me, she thought before sleep took her. I always win.