In hindsight, Jordan thought as she cradled her baby daughter in her arms, falling under the control of a demon was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

Of course, she hadn’t believed he was a demon, at first. Well, they met at a comic convention - she just assumed he was in costume. A good costume - he looked every inch the hell beast, with a thick torso sporting at least an eight-pack and covered with tufts of scarlet hair, muscular crimson arms the width of tree trunks, short but wickedly-sharp horns protruding from his forehead, and vicious-looking fangs. She’d been mightily impressed.

Jordan was delighted she’d had time to attend the minor convention during half-term - in costume herself, naturally, as Black Widow. Not only did she love these events, and cosplaying, she was hoping to distract herself from the baby fever she’d been experiencing lately. Every time she saw a little kid it made her heart hurt, as she was overcome with a deep desire for her own child. She’d thought that working in a primary school, being surrounded by small children who spent much of the day whining, yelling and misbehaving, would put her off parenting, but her broody feelings had only grown stronger each day.

But it didn’t seem likely that her dreams of motherhood would be realised any time soon - her boyfriend had broken up with her shortly after she’d first raised the idea, and she’d had no luck on the dating scene since then. She was seriously considering going down the single parent route, visiting a fertility clinic and looking into getting herself artificially inseminated, when she attended the convention. And that was when her plans had abruptly changed - or rather, been changed for her.

She’d been exploring the convention hall for a couple of hours when she came across the demon, who noticed her attention and quickly began flirting with her. She enjoyed the attention, particularly from this fine specimen (for now, she was deliberately ignoring the likely prospect that his muscles were part of his costume), and happily flirted back, all the while trying to figure out what his costume was supposed to be. Was he from a TV show, or a film, or maybe a comic? Or was he just a generic demon?

With a teasing smirk, acting as if she already knew the answer, Jordan finally asked him, “So, what are you supposed to be?” His grin in response looked especially predatory - probably because of the long fangs. Or maybe it was the red glint in his eyes. He leaned towards her and whispered some arcane-sounding, incomprehensible words in her ear - and suddenly everything was totally clear to her. What he was, and what he wanted from her. And she was going to do it. She knew, on every level of her consciousness, that she had no choice in the matter. For some reason, that made her feel really, really good.

He turned and strolled out of the convention hall, not even bothering to look back at her. With a manic grin, she followed, almost skipping in his wake. Her head felt thick and foggy, her thoughts coming to her slowly. She felt like a crimson cloud had filled her brain, and was slowly creeping through the rest of her body too. Her skin tingled, her heart thudded, her nipples hardened, and her cunt pulsated. With just a few indecipherable words, the demon had stolen her willpower and stirred her lust.

They wasted no time. As soon as they reached the demon’s hotel room, she tore off her precious Black Widow costume, heedless of any rips to her most treasured outfit, desperate to lay herself bare before her supernatural soon-to-be lover. He cast appreciative eyes over her naked body, licking his lips with a forked magenta tongue.

Then he extended a finger, tapping her forehead with its long curved talon, and she found her whole body going rigid, her eyes rolling upwards and fixing in place, as if they were trying to stare at the tip of the claw through her own head. As he moved his arm, she slid sideways, her feet slipping across the floor, as if she was being lifted and carried by a magnetic force from that one talon. Finally, he pushed her back, and she fell like a ragdoll onto the bed, lying limply on the duvet, her golden brown hair spread out in a mess around her head.

Dazedly, Jordan looked up to see the demon standing over her, his denim shorts - the only clothing he’d worn - having been discarded, revealing his immense genitals. His balls were the size of apples, and his cock was almost as thick as her arm. She had a moment of panic, fearing she couldn’t take such girth, but the thought was instantly dismissed. The impossible had already happened - she’d been enthralled and abducted by a creature from Hell itself. Now, anything was possible.

She was still reassuring herself of this when the demon laid his mighty phallus on her face. Knowing at once what she had to do, she began to kiss and lick the shaft tenderly. Finding she could move normally again, she reached up and caressed it with both hands. She’d thought he was already fully erect, but perhaps his dick looked that way even while flaccid, because it was just so big. Soon, though, it was unmistakably hard - and glowing, with a bright red aura. He fucked her mouth a little (obstructing her airway no end), and then pulled out with a loud wet pop.

The next thing she knew, he ploughed between her legs, penetrating deeper inside her than anyone ever had, hitting a button no-one had ever reached. And then... oh, but then... he twitched, and the tip tickled that spot, and fuck, she orgasmed straight away, clenching around him, screaming and pounding the bedclothes with clenched fists.

But he hadn’t cum, so they weren’t done. Once she finished, and was starting to get her breath back, he began to thrust. She moaned like a cow being branded as the colossal cock slid back and forth inside her, working her up again in a matter of moments. Mere minutes later, she came again. And again. And again. In fact, she didn’t know how many times she came that night - she quickly lost count, driven to the brink of insanity by sheer pleasure (and pain, though the delicious kind rather than an unbearable kind).

Finally, with a bellowing roar of lust, he released a torrent of semen into her depths. It felt like he filled her womb to the brink. As he pulled out, still mostly hard, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that he’d just impregnated her. She was carrying the child of a monster. And she was ecstatic.

As she gratefully licked the last drops of his demonic seed from his cockhead, he promised to take care of her and their offspring. A minute later, he surprised her still further by transforming from a hulking hell beast into a slight but handsome young man with a thick head of brown hair, who introduced himself as Thomas. His horns retracted into his head, his talons were now just fingernails, and his fangs were normal canines. His accent had been indecipherable when in demon form - his voice had been too deep and rumbling - but his human voice was much clearer, and Jordan was pleasantly surprised to discover he was Irish like her.

Thomas laid in bed beside her for a few minutes, embracing her as she recovered from the most intense fucking of her life. Then, he kissed her on the forehead and left her lying there, shivering with pleasure and contentment. “I should give you some peace and quiet throughout your gestation,” he remarked mildly, as he carelessly pulled on a shirt and exited the room. “Don’t worry though, I’ll order room service for you across the weekend. You’ll want lots of nourishment during your pregnancy.”

Her mind still too scrambled to think clearly, Jordan simply mumbled her assent. It wasn’t until after he left that it occurred to her - he’d been talking like the pregnancy would only last the weekend. He was soon proven right. She dozed off, waking when room service arrived a few hours later, to find her belly had swollen significantly, making her look at least three months pregnant. Clearly, demonic foetuses grew at a vastly accelerated rate. She rubbed her engorged stomach lovingly, overcome with longing for her soon-to-be-born child.

***

Thomas had knocked Jordan up on the Thursday afternoon. She went into labour on the Saturday. He returned half an hour beforehand, as if he knew it was about to happen, finding her feasting on chicken legs, a platter lying atop her huge belly. He delivered their daughter himself, and the birth was relatively quick and easy, if still painful and exhausting. Jordan half-expected a little raging monster to emerge from her, but instead an ordinary human girl was born. Ordinary, but beautiful. As he handed the baby to her, and she gazed into her tiny face, Jordan wept with utter joy.

He began explaining things to her as she fed their daughter for the first time. He apologised for enthralling and impregnating her against her will - he didn’t like to do it, but when the urge to breed overtook him, as it did two or three times each century, it was impossible to think clearly. He’d been as much a victim of his own lust and demonic nature as she had been. Jordan wasn’t upset with him. She confessed she’d wanted a baby anyway, and was grateful she’d got her wish, even if it had been in a deeply unexpected way. At this, he admitted he could sense when a woman wanted to breed, and aimed himself accordingly. That was about the only clear decision he could make in such a state.

For her part, Jordan felt mostly in control of her faculties by that point. She wasn’t sure how long she had been - she wondered if she had been all along. Perhaps, when that demon had whispered in her ear and made her aware of his true nature and his intentions, she’d gone willingly, so great was her desire for a child. She couldn’t say for certain. She did know she didn’t feel used, or upset - she’d actually rather enjoyed the sensation of having no say, of having her free will stolen and being reduced to a mere vessel to be bred by the demon. She was even considering asking Thomas if he could enthral and fuck her again - although, perhaps not for procreation this time. One child was quite enough for the time being!

Jordan named their daughter Elizabeth, which Thomas approved of. As a staunch anti-Royalist, she took some perverse satisfaction out of naming her little hellspawn after the British Queen. Besides, Lizzie would one day be a Queen herself - once she gained the demonic powers that were her birthright, she’d be the ruler of all that she surveyed.

That was one of the things Thomas explained - how, exactly, Lizzie’s demon abilities and life cycle would work. While the pregnancy had been so rapid, she would age naturally throughout her childhood and teen years. Once she reached adulthood, her ageing would slow almost to a halt. She’d live for decades without growing more than a few years older. Ultimately, she should have a lifespan of around six hundred years. Thomas himself was over two hundred - he’d had four other half-human children in that time, and was himself the child of a demon and a human, so he had plenty of experience in these matters.

Lizzie would be a normal human throughout her early childhood, so the only struggles Jordan would face in that time would be of the regular human variety. Once she reached puberty, however, that was when things would get interesting. Her supernatural side would begin to emerge - she’d gradually gain a demonic form (horns, claws, fangs, red skin, immense muscles), and the ability to shift back and forth between the two. She’d become capable of enthralling others with nothing but her words. Jordan was apprehensive of this, fearing her own daughter might control her, and Thomas admitted this was a distinct possibility. However, he reassured her that even demons felt a close bond with their mothers, so while Lizzie may work some mischief upon her mother at times, or use her powers to evade punishment, she was unlikely to actually harm her, or permanently deprive her of her free will.

Aside from shapeshifting, longevity and mind control, her other powers would include telepathy, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, limited invulnerability, and the ability to speak any language, even some that had been dead for millennia. (Thomas had initially mesmerised Jordan with Old Aramaic, simply because he liked the dialect). Lizzie’s powers would always be at their strongest in her demon form - she’d still have them as a human, but they’d be somewhat weaker. Thomas promised to help Jordan deal with any parenting difficulties, offering to be as involved in raising their child as Jordan herself wished. Even if she wanted nothing more to do with him, he’d at least provide her with all the financial support she wanted. Living for two centuries with mind-control powers had allowed him to build up substantial wealth, and he was more than willing to devote that wealth to helping the mother of his child.

He accompanied Jordan and Lizzie back to Dublin, anticipating questions and confusion from those closest to her. Her parents, naturally, were shocked to learn their little girl suddenly had a child of her own. So were her bosses at the school, who wondered why she hadn’t asked for maternity leave. Her colleagues and her close friends besieged her with questions, remarking that they’d have noticed her pregnant belly - she’d seen most of them only a week ago!

But Thomas systematically worked his way through each and every one of them, having a series of short conversations that dispensed with all their concerns and confusion. After that, none of them showed anything but joy and excitement for her and her baby. It was as if they’d forgotten there was anything strange about her sudden childbirth in the first place... which, as Thomas later informed Jordan, was exactly what had happened. Though she retained all her memories of being controlled, demons could just as easily leave their thralls oblivious to their mental influence, or alter their memories or perception. It was very useful in situations like this.

He stuck around for a few weeks, dealing with any other issues that came up regarding Lizzie’s sudden birth, while Jordan devoted her time and energy to caring for her infant. Once the dust had settled, he returned home to Cork, but promised to return whenever she’d allow him. In the weeks since then, she found herself missing her demonic baby daddy. She arranged for him to visit tomorrow evening and stay for a few days.

Until then, it was just Jordan and her two-month-old, who was lying in her arms, gurgling contentedly. Gazing into Lizzie’s deep blue eyes, she smiled blissfully, revelling in the beauty of her precious child. It was hard to imagine something that looked so pure was the product of an unnatural liaison with a monster from the darkest abyss.

To be fair, though, perhaps the world had misunderstood demons. After the initial non-consensual impregnation, Thomas had showed her nothing but kindness and support. Perhaps he and his kind weren’t evil - at least, not entirely. Perhaps Lizzie would grow up to use her powers for good.

Or perhaps she’d be a sadistic megalomaniac, and would use her powers to conquer the world.

Either way, Jordan knew she’d always support her baby girl - whoever she became, whatever she did, however many people she hurt. She was such a proud demon mummy!