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The Honmoon turned gold with a sickening flash of light, and the barrier locked into place.
The Saja Boys had failed
Huntrix’s music still rang in their ears as the five Saja Boys stood before the sealed Honmoon. The crushing weight of their failure pressed down on Jinu’s shoulders like a physical force.
“No.” Abby’s voice was stunned, disbelieving. His muscular frame went rigid, every defined muscle coiling tight under his skin. He lunged forward, slamming his fists against the barrier. The impact echoed around them, but the golden surface held firm. “No, no, no—”
“They can’t have won. We were so close!” Romance’s hands roamed the golden light, hissing where it burned the skin of his fingertips. “There has to be a way to reverse this. There has to—”
The words died in his throat as dark energy rose around them. It was suffocating, overwhelming, and Jinu’s knees buckled. He hit the stone floor hard, the impact jarring his teeth. Around him, the others dropped too—all five of them forced to the ground by sheer magical pressure.
One minute they were just outside a demon village, the next they were in a chamber in the Demon King’s palace.
“You failed me.”
Gwi-ma materialized before them, and the demon king’s presence made Jinu's skin crawl. Those violet eyes glowed with barely contained fury, his humanoid form crackling with dark power that made the air itself feel alive and malicious.
“My lord—” Jinu pressed his forehead to the floor so hard it hurt. “We tried, we did everything—”
“You FAILED!”
The roar shook the entire chamber. Cracks spider-webbed across the stone beneath them. Dust rained from the ceiling, and Jinu felt the words reverberate in his collarbone.
“The demon realm is sealed,” Gwi-ma continued, his voice dropping to something even colder and more terrifying. “My power is limited, all because five pathetic reapers couldn’t stop three mortal girls!”
Beside Jinu, Mystery was shaking so badly his teeth chattered. The tall reaper had gone completely still, his hair falling over his face like a curtain. He kept his gaze carefully lowered. Mystery never spoke much, preferring to observe from the shadows, but Jinu could practically hear him screaming inside his own head right now.
Baby had gone white as a sheet, all the color drained from his face. The youngest and shortest of them looked even smaller somehow, curled in on himself. His teal hair was disheveled, and for once in his life, Baby’s sharp tongue had abandoned him completely. There were no sarcastic quips or biting commentary. Just silence and fear.
Romance’s lean frame was frozen, his elegant body rigid with terror. His eyes were squeezed shut, as if not seeing the demon king might somehow make this nightmare less real.
And Abby—Abby's fury radiated off him in waves. Every instinct the alpha possessed screamed at him to fight, to protect his pack, but he couldn't even lift his head under the weight of Gwi-ma's power. His hair was matted with sweat and blood from the earlier battle, burning with helpless rage.
“Please,” Jinu croaked. He could taste blood in his mouth from where he’d bitten his tongue. “Give us another chance. Let us fix this—”
“You want to fix this?” Gwi-ma’s laugh was cold enough to freeze the sun. “Why? So you can betray your pack again and run off with that half-demon mutt? There is nothing to fix. The Honmoon has turned gold and you will be punished for this failure.” His gaze fixed on Jinu, and Jinu felt like he was being flayed alive just from the look. “And since you are your pack’s leader, you will witness what happens when you disappoint your king.”
Dark tendrils of energy wrapped around all five of them. Jinu cried out as they tightened, their touch both freezing and burning at once. They lifted him off the ground, squeezing until he thought his ribs might crack. Around him, his pack screamed.
The darkness swallowed them whole.
Jinu couldn’t hear anything except his own heartbeat thundering in his ears and the sound of his packmates’ cries all around him. The shadows pressed in from all sides, alive and writhing, suffocating him slowly.
Then—
His knees hit cold stone again hard enough to knock the air from his lungs. Jinu gasped, trying to orient himself.
Massive room. Black silk sheets on an enormous bed. Obsidian walls reflecting distorted versions of themselves back at them. Purple flames in the torches that gave off no warmth.
Gwi-ma's private chambers.
Oh, no.
“Strip them.”
The shadows became blades, slicing through their clothes. Jinu felt his robes and pants fall away in shreds. He tried to cover himself, but the shadows grabbed his arms and yanked them away.
Chains of dark energy wrapped around their wrists and ankles. The chains were so cold they burned, searing into Jinu’s skin. He struggled instinctively, but they only tightened in response.
Abby was fighting his restraints with everything he had, his alpha howling to free himself and save his pack. His muscular body strained, veins standing out in his neck and arms as he pulled against the chains. “Let us go!” He snarled. “And fight me if you aren’t a coward!”
Gwi-ma backhanded him casually.
The blow split Abby’s lip open. Blood dripped down his chin, and for a moment, Abby looked genuinely shocked. He’d been hit before—they all had—but that had been so fast and the force of it had given him whiplash.
“Not a coward,” Gwi-ma scolded him mildly. “You just aren’t a worthy opponent.”
Mystery was trying to make himself smaller despite his height, his body curling inward even as the chains forced him to stay spread. The beta was completely silent, trying not to draw any attention to himself, but Jinu could see him trembling.
Baby’s eyes darted around frantically, looking for any possibility of escape. The beta had always been clever, always calculating odds and angles, but there was nothing. No way out. Baby had never looked so young, so utterly terrified.
Romance’s breathing was too fast, his chest heaving. His hair was disheveled. He looked like he was about to pass out at any moment.
And Jinu…
Jinu was positioned separately from the others. The chains forced him to kneel with his arms bound behind his back, the position making his shoulders ache. Magic held his head in place, his eyes forced open and unable to look away.
The other four were lined up before him. Each one chained, legs spread wide, and completely exposed.
“You will watch.” Gwi-ma’s voice dripped with dark promise as he circled them. “You will watch as I claim each of them and breed them with my seed. Only after you’ve witnessed their complete degradation, will it be your turn.”
“No.” Jinu’s voice broke. Tears spilled down his cheeks. “Please, take me instead. Punish me. I’m the one who betrayed you. I’m their leader, I’m the one who failed—”
Gwi-ma grabbed Jinu’s chin, forcing his head up, making him look into those burning violet eyes. “Oh, I know, and I will punish you… by making you watch. By making you see what your failure has cost them.” His grip tightened. “Every one of their screams. Every tear they shed. Every moment of their suffering—you will witness it all and you will know that it is your fault.”
In that moment, whatever remained of Jinu’s heart broke.
This was his fault. He was their leader, and he’d failed them. And why?
Because he thought he’d fallen in love with a human.
He thought he’d given her his soul and that he finally found a way to escape his eternal existence as one of Gwi-ma’s reapers, but he’d forgotten one crucial thing.
His soul was not his to give. It belonged to Gwi-ma.
The demon king released Jinu’s chin and turned to the others, eyes gleaming. “First, I need to prepare you all properly.”
He raised his hand, and dark magic swirled around his fingers.
“You see, breeding you won’t be quite so simple,” Gwi-ma said almost conversationally. “As none of you are omegas, your bodies weren’t made for this… but I can easily fix that.”
The magic lashed out, striking each of the Saja Boys. Jinu and Abby were the alphas, while Romance, Mystery, and Baby were all betas. They screamed as their bodies were reshaped and warped from the inside. The spell created wombs that attached to the forward walls of their rectums, female reproductive systems woven into their male bodies with dark magic. Slick glands formed on either side of their prostates. All of these biological changes would allow them to be bred like omegas despite being alphas and betas.
Their stomachs cramped as their insides were squeezed, making room for organs that did not belong there. A couple of quiet groans, sharply inhaled gasps, and a single sob were heard.
“There.” Gwi-ma nodded with approval. “Now you're ready, let’s begin.”
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Abby
Gwi-ma approached Abby first.
The alpha’s heart hammered against his ribs hard enough that he could feel it in his throat. Every muscle in his body was tense, ready to fight even though he knew he’d never have a chance… and even if he did, he’d never win.
I won’t break, Abby thought desperately. I’m strong. I can take whatever he—
“Such an exquisite specimen of an alpha,” Gwi-ma mused, trailing a hand down Abby’s sculpted chest. His fingers traced the defined ridges of those famous abdominal muscles with appreciation. “Look at these.” He pressed his palm flat against Abby’s abs. “You’ve worked hard for this body, haven’t you?”
Abby jerked against the chains, making them rattle. “Fuck you, Gwi-ma. I’m not going to break for you. You can do whatever you want, but I won’t—”
The demon king flicked his wrist vaguely in Abby’s direction and the alpha’s mouth snapped shut. “I grow weary of listening to your prattling nonsense.”
Then his hand moved lower, fingers tracing the dip of Abby’s v-muscles before wrapping around his cock. Even for an alpha, Abby’s cock was impressive. Thick and long, with pulsing veins. The tissue where his knot sat at his base was already a little swollen.
Abby jerked, trying to pull away. “Don’t—”
Despite the terror screaming through his body, blood rushed straight to his treacherous cock, hardening in Gwi-ma’s grip.
No! Why is my body—I don’t want this, I don’t—
“Good.” Gwi-ma’s grip tightened, stroking slowly, swirling his thumb of Abby’s already leaking end. “Your body knows who its master is, even if your mind is still fighting me.”
Shame burned through Abby like acid. His face was hot. Tears stung behind his eyes. His body was responding to his tormentor, getting hard for the demon king, and he fucking hated it.
From his kneeling position, Jinu watched with wide, horrified eyes. He could see every detail—the way Abby’s muscular body shook, the way his cock responded despite the fear in his eyes, and the smear of blood on his chin.
Jinu had to do something before it was too late. He owed his pack at least that much.
“Please don’t,” Jinu begged. “Take me instead! Gwi-ma, listen to me! I’ll—I’ll take all of their punishments! I’ll do whatever you want. If you want to kill me, kill me, just please, let them go!”
Gwi-ma ignored him.
He released Abby’s cock and moved behind him. With a snap of his fingers, Gwi-ma was also naked. The demon king’s cock was massive—easily twice the size of a normal alpha’s, pulsing with dark energy that made the air shimmer like a mirage.
Abby looked back and his stomach dropped. “Oh, fuck no. That’s not going to fit! There’s no way—”
“Don’t worry yourself, my sweet little breeder,” Gwi-ma smiled wickedly. “It’ll fit just fine. I’ll make sure of it.”
Jinu’s body was wracked with sobs. “Abby, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—”
Gwi-ma positioned himself and thrust in without warning.
Abby screamed.
The sound was raw and animalistic, ripped from somewhere deep in his chest. Pain beyond anything he’d ever experienced tore through him. The demon king’s cock forced its way in, stretching him impossibly wide, pushing deeper and deeper despite his body’s desperate attempts to resist.
And yet, his body was betraying him at the same time. A gush of slick from his new glands coated his hole, cascading down the inside of his thighs and dripping into a messy puddle beneath him.
Jinu was sobbing now, tears streaming down his face. “Stop! Please, you’re hurting him!”
But Gwi-ma didn’t stop.
Abby could feel his newly-created anatomy giving way inch by agonizing inch. The magic had made him capable of being bred, the slick making it easier for Gwi-ma to thrust inside of the alpha. He still hadn’t been prepared for just how full the demon king’s cock would make him feel.
“It’s—too much,” Abby gasped, his voice hoarse from screaming. Every muscle strained, cords standing out in his neck. “Can’t—it’s too much—”
“And you’ll take it.” Gwi-ma’s hips snapped forward, driving brutally deeper. “All of it.”
When he finally bottomed out, Abby screamed again. Gods, he could feel it in his stomach, pushing against his insides in ways that shouldn’t be possible.
There was no rhythm to Gwi-ma’s thrusts, nor mercy. Just relentless, savage fucking. Abby’s perfect abs clenched and unclenched with each impact.
And Jinu could see everything.
He could see the way Abby’s hole was stretched obscenely around Gwi-ma’s massive cock, the angry red rim pulled tight and shiny.
He could see the slick dripping lewdly from that overstuffed entrance, heard it squelching between them every time Gwi-ma buried himself inside.
He could see how hard Abby's own cock was now, how swollen his knot was.
Could see his strongest packmate being destroyed.
But Abby kept fighting. Even through the pain and violation, his alpha instincts wouldn’t let him submit. He pulled against the chains, trying to break free, his muscles straining.
“Still fighting?” Gwi-ma laughed darkly. “Your futile efforts are inconsequential.”
Then the demon king came.
Cum flooded into Abby in impossible amounts—hot and thick. It filled his womb, inflating it, pumping endlessly into him, and when there was no more room, it flooded into his guts.
Mind still fuzzy with pain, he looked down and watched in horror as his belly began to distend. His abs were disappearing as his flat, defined stomach started rounding out, growing bigger. “No… stop—”
Gwi-ma didn’t stop.
He kept pumping cum into Abby relentlessly, watching with savage glee as Abby’s belly swelled more and more, pushing out like he was pregnant, the skin stretching tight. The pressure was agonizing.
“Please,” Abby groaned, tenderly touching his swelling stomach, disbelief written across his face. “No more—I’m too full—”
Cum leaked out around Gwi-ma’s inhumanly-sized cock now, unable to be contained, dripping down Abby’s thighs in thick streams, mixing with his slick.
When Gwi-ma finally pulled out, Abby’s legs gave out. He collapsed against the chains, hanging there, muscles completely slack. His belly was grotesquely swollen, round and hard like he was months pregnant. Cum poured from his abused hole, gushing out in waves.
“Beautiful.” Gwi-ma ran a possessive hand over Abby’s swollen belly. “Look how well you hold my seed.”
Abby couldn’t respond. Could barely breathe he was so full. The alpha voice inside his head had gone strangely silent.
From his position, Jinu was openly sobbing. Then he felt a horrifying, unwanted stirring between his legs.
No. No, no, no—
His cock was hardening. Blood rushing south despite the horror, despite the grief, despite watching his packmate brutalized. His body was responding to the sight of Abby’s belly swelling helplessly larger.
“Stop it!” Jinu shouted at Gwi-ma, his voice cracking with desperation. “Stop doing this to me!”
Gwi-ma turned to look at him, following Jinu's gaze downward to where his cock was now visibly hard. The demon king laughed—a cruel, delighted sound.
“You can’t blame that one on me!” Gwi-ma chuckled, genuinely amused. “That’s all on you, Jinu. Your body knows what it likes even if your mind doesn’t want to admit it.”
“No! I don’t—" Jinu's face burned with shame. Tears streamed down his cheeks. “I don’t like this! I don’t want—”
“Your cock says otherwise,” Gwi-ma pointed out, still laughing. “Look at you, rock hard from watching your alpha packmate get his ass bred like a little cock hungry slut. Perhaps you’re more suited to this than you thought.”
Jinu squeezed his eyes shut, but that somehow made it worse. He could still hear it—Abby's ragged breathing, the wet sounds of cum still leaking from his hole. And his traitorous body kept responding, kept getting harder.
Please, go down. I don’t want them to think I’m getting turned on by this—
But his cock didn’t listen.
“Don’t worry,” Gwi-ma said, turning back to the others. “We’ll deal with your little problem soon enough. But first—”
He looked at the remaining three.
“Who’s next?”
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Romance
Romance was shaking as Gwi-ma approached, his elegantly lean body trembling violently.
Please no, please, I just watched what he did to Abby, I can’t, I can’t take that, I’m not strong like him—
Romance’s eyes darted to Abby, who was still hanging limply in his chains, belly grotesquely swollen, cum still trickling down his thighs. The muscular alpha was barely conscious, his eyes glazed with shock and pain.
That’s going to be me. Oh gods, that’s going to be me—
“Please,” Romance whispered, his voice barely audible, cracking with fear. His green eyes were wide and pleading. “Gwi-ma, please don’t do this—”
“But I want to,” Gwi-ma grinned, reaching out to stroke Romance’s face almost tenderly. His fingers traced along the beta’s jaw, down his neck, feeling the rapid pulse fluttering there. “I want to break all of you. I want you to remember the price of failure. And you—” His hand moved to Romance’s slender waist. “You’re so delicate. So graceful. I wonder how long it will take before you shatter.”
Romance flinched away from the touch, but the chains held him in place. His breath was coming too fast, his chest heaving. “Don’t,” he whined breathlessly, “Please don’t—no!—”
Gwi-ma moved behind him, his large hands gripping Romance’s narrow hips, his fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to bruise. Romance could feel the demon king’s massive cock pressing against his lower back, hot and terrifyingly large, still covered in Abby’s slick.
“Don’t watch,” Romance pleaded desperately to Jinu, his voice breaking as tears spilled down his cheeks. “Please, Jinu, don’t—close your eyes, don’t look at me, I can’t—I can’t bear it if you watch—”
But the magic forced Jinu's eyes open.
Made him witness Gwi-ma positioning himself at Romance’s already slicked up entrance.
“I’m sorry, Ro,” Jinu sobbed, his hair plastered to his face with tears and sweat. “I’m so sorry, this is my fault, I’m—”
Gwi-ma thrust in.
Romance’s scream was higher than Abby’s had been, more desperate. His lean body arched violently as the demon king’s cock forced its way inside. The pain was indescribable—like being impaled, like being torn in half.
Can’t breathe can’t breathe it hurts so much please make it stop—
His newly-created anatomy burned as it was stretched beyond what should be possible. Romance could feel every inch as Gwi-ma pushed deeper into his body. His narrow hips weren’t built for this and he was struggling to take the demon king’s cock.
“Gwi-ma please!” Romance’s voice was raw. “You’re tearing me apart!”
But Gwi-ma just kept pushing, forcing Romance’s body to accommodate him.
Romance’s vision whited out at the edges. The pain was so intense he thought he might pass out, but the demon king’s magic kept him conscious, kept him feeling every agonizing second.
This time, Gwi-ma fucked him slowly. Almost leisurely. Each thrust deliberate and controlled, designed to maximize suffering. He’d pull out until just the tip remained, then slam back in to the hilt, making Romance feel everything.
His hands roamed possessively over Romance’s leanly muscled body—his narrow waist, his flat stomach, his chest, his throat.
“You’re mine,” Gwi-ma murmured. “Your bodies, your holes, your very existence belong to me.”
Romance cried openly, tears streaming down his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, but he could still hear the wet slapping sounds of Gwi-ma’s cock pounding into him, his own broken sobs, and Jinu’s desperate pleas.
Each thrust sent shockwaves through Romance’s entire body. His muscles trembled, his arms pulling uselessly against the chains. He’d never felt so helpless.
When Gwi-ma came, the flood of cum was just as excessive as it had been for Abby. It filled Romance impossibly full, the pressure building and building. His flat dancer’s stomach started to swell, the skin stretching tight.
“No.” Romance whimpered, watching his belly expand. “Stop, please. I’m full enough.”
Gwi-ma didn’t stop. He kept pumping cum into Romance, swelling his stomach, his belly growing rounder and rounder until he looked heavily pregnant. His slender frame looked overwhelmed by the distension, the contrast between his narrow shoulders and massive belly grotesque.
The pressure was agonizing. Romance could feel it pushing against his insides, stretching him from within. His stomach was so tight it was hard to move or breathe. Each breath he took was shallow and painful.
“Another well-bred Saja,” Gwi-ma purred, one hand coming around to caress Romance’s swollen belly. “Look how pretty you are. Your body accepts my cum so readily.”
When Gwi-ma finally pulled out with a wet squelch, Romance sobbed in relief and horror. Cum immediately poured from his abused hole, gushing out in thick streams, but his belly remained distended, packed too full to empty quickly. His legs gave out and he hung suspended by the chains, trembling violently, his swollen belly pulling his spine forward. He hung his head, closing his eyes.
It's—it’s over. He's done. I survived.
But it wasn’t over. Not really. This was just one in a long line of horrors designed to punish him and his pack.
“How does it feel?” Gwi-ma turned to Jinu. “Watching your pack be bred and broken all because of a selfish choice you made?”
Jinu couldn’t answer through his sobs. And worse—his cock was still hard. Actually, if anything, it had gotten harder, achingly so.
The shame was overwhelming that Jinu wanted to curl up inside and die.
“Hmm, still hard,” Gwi-ma observed, almost clinically, despite the malicious glee glinting in his eyes. “Fascinating. You find pleasure in the degradation and humiliation of your packmates? The very same ones who trusted you to protect them and keep them safe.”
“No, I don’t,” Jinu whispered hoarsely, his face flushed red with shame. “I don’t find pleasure in this—”
“Then why—” Gwi-ma reached down to flick Jinu’s hard cock, making him gasp, “is this still so eager?”
Jinu had no answer. Just fresh tears.
Two down. Three to go.
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Mystery
Mystery was tall—as tall as Abby—but right now he felt small. He’d watched Abby break. Watched Romance shatter. Now Gwi-ma was approaching him, and his eyes were wide with absolute terror beneath his hair. He couldn’t stop the whimpers escaping his throat.
I’m going to die. Even with whatever he did, my beta hole is too small. That cock’s going to kill me. I can’t—there’s no way I’ll—
His golden eyes were darting frantically, looking for escape even though he knew there was none. His body shook so violently the chains rattled. Despite his height and the good muscle he’d always kept hidden, his slender hips made him look more vulnerable somehow. Less able to withstand what was coming.
“Please.” His voice was hoarse. “I’ll do anything—anything else—just not—”
“You'll do what I tell you regardless,” Gwi-ma ran his hand fondly through Mystery’s hair. “But I appreciate the sentiment.”
Mystery flinched, trying to pull away. His eyes filled with tears. This was really going to happen and there was nothing he or anyone else could do to stop it.
Gwi-ma took his place, kneading Mystery’s ass cheeks for a moment before pulling his hips into position.
Then he buried himself inside.
Mystery’s scream pierced through the air.
The pain was beyond comprehension—like being destroyed from the inside out. His hole clenched around the intruder, trying to push it out, but only succeeded in drawing it deeper as he was stretched impossibly wide. He could feel himself tearing despite the magic that had prepared his body. The demon king’s cock was just too big.
Jinu was pulling against his chains so hard his wrists were bleeding. “Stop! Mystery, I’m so sorry—”
Gwi-ma was rougher with Mystery than he had been with the others, his patience clearly wearing thin with all the whining and pleading. He snapped his hips forward hard and fast thrusts, making Mystery scream as his body jerked and thrashed in the chains.
“Scream all you want,” Gwi-ma growled. “But you will come to crave the feeling of being filled so completely with cock and cum.”
He forced his way deeper, making Mystery accommodate every inch despite his body’s protests. Mystery could feel it bulging his stomach from within, could see the shape of it pressing against his skin.
The pain was visceral. Mystery's vision went dark at the edges, his body trying to shut down, but the magic kept him conscious. His eyes were unfocused, glazed. Small, broken sounds kept escaping him.
Then his universe shrank until there was only pain, white-hot and all-consuming. His body rocked back and forth helplessly with each thrust of the demon king’s cock. There was no point in fighting. No point in trying to escape. No point in imagining their future was going to look any different than what was happening to them right now.
It would be easier to stop fighting. Stop resisting. Give in. Gwi-ma was right to punish them. They had had failed him. They—they should be punished. They deserved what was happening to them. They had cost the entire demon realm access to the human world. They were the reason access to a steady supply of souls was forever cut off. This was their penance.
Mystery deserved this.
Something inside his mind fractured.
He stopped screaming. Stopped struggling. He went limp in his chains, pliant under Gwi-ma demanding touch. His eyes still held a distant awareness—he was still in there somewhere, just… silent. Compliant.
I accept my fate. I failed my king.
A low, pained sound escaped his barely parted lips.
Gwi-ma noticed the change and smiled. “Ah, that’s better. See how much easier this is when you accept your punishment instead of fighting it?”
Mystery didn’t respond. He just hung there and took it.
I will take my punishment. I failed my king.
Gwi-ma reached around and gave the beta’s cock a couple strokes, but Mystery didn’t react. Didn’t resist. He just hung there, making those those quiet pained sounds whenever Gwi-ma hit particularly deep.
I deserve this. I failed my king.
“Yes,” came the hissed voice in his ear, “you did.”
When Gwi-ma came, Mystery hung his head. His stomach swelled rapidly, growing tight and round. The pressure built so fast, but he just made a couple small distressed noises and then went silent. Gwi-ma kept filling him until Mystery’s massive belly began to take on angry, red-looking lines.
And when that massive cock withdrew from his gaping asshole, Mystery didn’t speak, his mind retreating further into itself.
Gwi-ma ran a hand over the great dome jutting from Mystery’s torso. “This is what you deserve,” he whispered, “for failing your king.”
Mystery closed his eyes, feeling that hand cupping his belly.
This is what I deserve for failing my king.
The sight of his packmate just accepting of the breeding made Jinu’s cock began to leak. A small puddle began to form below him on the floor.
Three Sajas down. Just two remaining.
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Baby
Baby was crying before Gwi-ma even touched him. He’d watched Abby’s abs disappear as his stomach ballooned with cum. Watched Romance’s lithe body swell. Watched Mystery nearly split in half as his mind broke.
And now it was his turn.
I don't want this please someone help me anyone—
“Don’t hurt him.” Jinu’s voice was completely hoarse. “He doesn’t deserve this.”
“You’re right,” Gwi-ma said, approaching Baby with a different kind of smile. Almost tender. “He doesn’t deserve this. He followed you when you asked for his help, was faithful to you, and called you his hyung. Remember Jinu, this is your punishment as much as it is theirs. SO now you get to watch as I take his sweet little spirit and corrupt it to my own whims.”
He let out a small chuckle. “Maybe after this, he’ll even call me ‘hyung’.”
Baby’s eyes were wide with terror, his hair disheveled. His slight frame looked even smaller somehow, dwarfed by the demon king.
"Don't—” Baby's voice cracked. "Please, I'll do better, I'll—"
His eyes fixed on Gwi-ma’s cock, still slick with Mystery’s blood and cum, and bile rose in his throat.
No, no, NO! He broke Abby with that thing, he broke Ro then Myst, oh gods, I’m gonna break next, please, someone save me—
Gwi-ma moved behind him, and Baby’s breath came in short, panicked gasps. Oddly, the demon king didn’t take him right away. Instead, his hands roamed over Baby’s beautiful body. One hand curled around his waist to stroke his stomach softly.
“Still so young for a demon,” Gwi-ma murmured, his voice taking on an almost hypnotic quality. “So untouched. Did you save yourself for me, little beta? Wanted to save yourself for your king?”
Baby couldn’t answer, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps, so he just squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.
Can’t stop it, it’s coming, oh fuck, can’t breathe—
“You want to make your king happy, don’t you?” Gwi-ma’s voice was soft and coaxing. “You want to please me?”
“I—” Baby sucked in a couple shallow, trembling breaths. “I don’t—”
“Shhh…” Gwi-ma’s hand rose to stroke Baby’s hair. “It’s alright. I know you’re frightened, but you don’t need to be. Trust your King. I made your body capable of handling this, gave you a new purpose. This is what you’re meant to do.”
The thrust came then, slower than with the others. Baby screamed in agony, thrashing to try and get away, but Gwi-ma held him in place, kept stroking his hair and murmuring to him.
“Do you feel that? Feel how perfectly I fit inside of you? Your body knows, Baby. Your body wants this.”
No, hurts, make it stop please—
“Oh, no, no, no,” Gwi-ma soothed, as if he could hear Baby’s thoughts. “Not hurts. Feels good. Feels right. This is what you need. What you’ve been missing.”
The pain was overwhelming as the demon king’s cock forced its way into Baby’s slender body… but Gwi-ma kept talking, his voice a constant stream of manipulation.
“You’re such a good, sweet boy. So obedient. So eager to please your king. You want to be filled, don’t you? You want to carry my seed.”
“Please—” Baby sobbed, his hair falling into his eyes. “Make it stop, it hurts so bad—”
“It doesn’t hurt, it feels amazing,” Gwi-ma corrected, his tone firm but gentle. “You feel so full. Your purpose has been fulfilled. This is what you’ve always wanted, even if you didn’t know it.”
And horrifyingly, Baby’s body began to relax as Gwi-ma’s magic, combined with his words, sank its hooks into his subconscious mind.
“That’s it,” Gwi-ma purred. “See? Your body knows. You’re making such sweet sounds. You love this. I knew you would.”
Baby’s eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking out. His body shook, but now... now it wasn’t just from pain.
No. No, I don’t want—
“Yes, you do,” Gwi-ma pressed a kiss to Baby’s neck, just over his mating gland as he fucked him slowly. “You want to be bred. You want to carry my pups. You want to make me happy. Say it.”
Baby shuddered, tears rolling freely down his shinning cheeks. “I—I can’t—”
“Say it, Baby. Tell me what you want.”
The words felt like they were being pulled out of him. “I... I want...”
“You want to be bred,” Gwi-ma prompted, his cock hitting that spot inside that made Baby gasp. “You want to carry my pups. You want to please your king."
“I want to be bred,” Baby heard himself say, his voice distant, dreamlike. “I want to carry your pups. I want to please you.”
"Good boy," Gwi-ma praised, and Baby felt a rush of warmth at the words. “Such a perfect breeding vessel. You were made for this.”
By the time Gwi-ma came, Baby was moaning—not in pain, but in something that sounded almost like pleasure. His mind had been completely rewritten, reprogrammed to associate the feeling of being filled with happiness and purpose, not failure and punishment.
Cum flooded into him, filling him impossibly full. Baby’s flat stomach swelled immediately, growing rounder and rounder. His belly button popped out and Baby gasped in what sounded like delight.
“Yes,” Baby moaned, looking down at his swelling belly with something like wonder. “Fill me up as big as you can. Breed me full of your babies. Please—”
His belly was massive now, swollen far larger than the others, but Baby just kept moaning and humming contentedly, his hands coming up to cradle his distended stomach.
When Gwi-ma pulled out, Baby didn’t collapse like the others. He stayed upright in his chains, staring down at his swollen belly with glazed, adoring eyes.
“Thank you,” Baby whispered, raising his stunned gaze to Gwi-ma. “Thank you for breeding me.”
Jinu felt sick. Baby had been brainwashed, completely and utterly reprogrammed. Unfortunately, Jinu’s cock was at full attention now, leaking and twitching. No matter how much he had protested and denied his arousal was due to the plight of his packmates as a consequence of his own actions, his cock seemed to have other opinions on the matter.
“Gah,” Jinu groaned, thrashing against his chains. The movement made his cock slap against his stomach. “Please, let—let me go—need to—”
Gwi-ma turned to look at him. His smile was vicious.
“Oh, Jinu, you really are pathetic, aren’t you? After all, you betrayed me and your packmates, watched as I corrupted their bodies, broke their minds, and bred them, and now look at you—” He grabbed Jinu’s face, forcing him to look up. “You are kneeling here dripping like a bitch in heat while I destroy your pack.”
Jinu wanted to claw his heart out to make it stop hurting so much. “I’m not—"
“You condemned them to this.” Gwi-ma’s voice was deadly quiet. “Every pup growing in their bellies is your doing. Your failure… and somehow—” He released Jinu’s face to flick his straining cock hard. “—somehow you’re enjoying it. You’re getting off on the suffering of your own pack.”
Jinu gasped, jerking in the chains. “I just wanted to be free, I didn’t want this—”
“What you want is irrelevant.” Gwi-ma circled him slowly, predatory. He stopped behind Jinu, voice dropping to a poisonous whisper. “A depraved little whore who gets hard watching his friends stuffed full of my spawn, knowing at any second, he’s next.”
Jinu’s cock twitched, and they both saw it.
Gwi-ma smiled. “Your turn, little traitor. Let’s see how long that righteousness lasts when it’s your hole being bred.”
……………………..
Jinu
The chains dissolved, and for one brief moment, Jinu thought about running…
… but his legs gave out instantly. He’d been kneeling for so long that his muscles had locked up and he collapsed onto the cold stone, his cock still throbbing.
Gwi-ma grabbed him by his hair, yanking his head back. “Still hard, I see. Your body has been honest this entire time, even while your mouth spewed lies about hating this.”
“I hate this… and I hate you.” But the words came out breathless, weak, and unconvincing.
Gwi-ma threw him onto the bed.
Jinu landed on his back, chains wrapping around his wrists and ankles, pulling his limbs apart. His legs were spread. He was completely exposed, hard cock jutting up obscenely in the air.
“There it is.” Gwi-ma gaze down at Jinu’s erection with dark amusement. “The truth of what you are. You’ve been leaking since I filled your other alpha, getting progressively more desperate with each packmate I stuffed full of my seed, and now here you are, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat.”
“No, I didn’t—I’m not presenting—”
“Save your breath for screaming,” Gwi-ma positioned himself between Jinu's legs, his massive cock still slick with the others’ fluids. “You’ll need it.”
The magic struck—invasive and violating as it rewrote Jinu’s insides. He gasped as the spell worked through him, creating anatomy that shouldn’t exist in his body. When it faded, his body felt… wrong. He was so busy trying to sort through all the strange sensations that he never saw it coming.
Pain exploded through his entire body as the demon king’s cock jammed its way inside, stretching him impossibly, tearing through any resistance it met.
Gwi-ma didn’t give him time to adjust. He started fucking brutally into Jinu, thrusting so hard It was almost exaggerated.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Gwi-ma’s hand wrapped around Jinu’s straining cock, squeezing once before beginning to stroke in rhythm with his thrusts. “Your mind can lie about your perverse desires, but this? This doesn’t lie, Jinu. You’ve been desperate for your turn since the beginning and we both know it.”
The dual stimulation was beyond overwhelming. Pain from being split open combined with the unwanted pleasure of Gwi-ma’s hand on his cock. Jinu’s body didn’t know whether to fight or surrender.
“St—stop,” he tried to whine, “I—I didn’t—I don’t want—”
“You don’t want what, Jinu? This?” Gwi-ma angled his hips, and his cock dragged across something inside Jinu that sent sparks of intense sensation through his entire body. Jinu let out a low, breathy groan as his hips jerked involuntarily. “Or this?” Another searing stroke across that spot, timed perfectly with Gwi-ma’s hand tightening on his cock.
Jinu closed his eyes, cursing his body for its betrayal of him, too stupid to understand the parallel between his betrayal of the demon king. His cock was leaking steadily in Gwi-ma’s grip, his newly-formed slick glands lubricating his passageway to make the demon king’s thrusts easier and smoother.
“You betrayed me,” Gwi-ma growled, his voice dropping to something deadly. “Cost me everything, and now I’m going to rip off the blindfold you’ve been clinging to and show you who you truly are.” His thrusts became harder, more vicious. “A desperate little slut who gets off on watching his friends be destroyed.”
"That's not true!" Jinu cried, even as pleasure built in his core.
“Then why are you about to come?” Gwi-ma’s hand moved faster, his cock hitting that devastating spot inside Jinu with every thrust. “Why is your pathetic cock leaking all over my hand while I fuck you in front of your ruined pack?”
Jinu tried to hold back the orgasm building in his body, but Gwi-ma was relentless, attacking him from both angles—the spot inside him that shouldn’t feel good, and his cock that had been pleading for friction since this whole nightmare began.
“Cum for me,” Gwi-ma commanded. “Show them all the truth about who their leader really is.”
Jinu’s body obeyed before his mind could protest. It wasn’t a normal orgasm. The moment he started to cum from his cock, the stimulation to that spot inside him triggered a second orgasm, internal and overwhelming, that crashed into him at the exact same moment.
The high-pitched keening noise that tore from his lips was inhuman. His entire body convulsed violently as pleasure crashed into him. His cock pulsed, spilling messily all over Gwi-ma’s hand and his own stomach in thick ropes while something inside him clenched.
It was too much.
His mind couldn’t process the intensity of all those nerve endings lighting up at once. White light exploded behind his eyes, then faded to a soft, hazy blur. His thoughts scattered like smoke on the wind, leaving only the feeling of warmth, fullness, and bliss.
When the orgasm finally released him, Jinu was limp and boneless. Drool leaked from the corner of his mouth, smearing on his chin. His eyes were glazed, distant, seeing but not comprehending. His mind had retreated into a soft fog where nothing could hurt him. Where there was no more shame or guilt.
“No more fighting it,” Gwi-ma purred, still fucking him steadily. “No more lying. Just acceptance of your true nature and your failures.”
Jinu made a small sound, but it wasn’t words. His mind was too far in the fog for words right now.
Gwi-ma grabbed Jinu’s hair, forcing his head up and to the side. Through the haze, Jinu could see them—four familiar swollen figures in chains.
All because of him.
All destroyed by his failure.
All so very beautiful like that…
“Look at what you did,” Gwi-ma’s whisper was low and vicious. “Look at your pack. This is your legacy, little traitor. Not heroism. Not leadership. Just the destruction of their future.”
Tears leaked from Jinu’s eyes, but his face remained slack, his mind too far gone to fully process the words. His mouth fell open as he drew in shallow, panting breaths.
“And now,” Gwi-ma continued, his thrusts becoming harder, “you’re going to join them.”
The torrent of cum that surged into Jinu was hot, thick, and endless. His stomach began to swell, expanding rapidly as Gwi-ma pumped more and more into him.
Gwi-ma didn’t release Jinu's hair, forcing him to keep watching his packmates while his belly grew. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it growing larger than Abby’s… larger than Romance’s... larger than Mystery’s… even larger than Baby’s massive swell.
“As the largest failure among your pack, you get the largest amount of my seed,” Gwi-ma chuckled darkly.
Jinu’s belly kept swelling, stretching, the skin growing tighter. His womb was full and the demon king’s cum flooded into other places inside. The pressure was crushing, but his mind was too far gone to fully register the discomfort. Everything felt distant, muffled, unreal.
When Gwi-ma finally stopped cumming, Jinu’s belly was grotesquely distended, an impossible mound on a slender man’s body.
But the demon king didn't pull out.
“Listen to me carefully,” Gwi-ma murmured, leaning down close. His hand left Jinu’s cock to grip his chin instead, forcing eye contact. “You are my personal cock warmer, my cock sleeve, my breeding bitch. You’ll spend every day impaled on my cock. During court sessions or any other moment I desire it… and I will always desire it. Your body will stay open for me, molded to my size. You’ll become accustomed to being so full that the emptiness will feel wrong without me inside you. Do you understand?”
Through the haze, Jinu's glazed eyes tried to focus. His mouth opened, closed, opened again.
“...yes...” The word was barely a whisper.
“Yes, what? Use your words.”
“...yes... my king...”
“Good.” Gwi-ma stroked Jinu’s face almost gently, the tenderness making the cruelty worse. “I’m very much looking forward to seeing how you feel inside while you swell with your pups… and how slick you get when watching your packmates swell with theirs.”
Despite the horror and the shame, Jinu felt his cock give an interested twitch at those words... because Gwi-ma was right.