Hi all, I wrote an Announcement about the preg drive, but to sum it up, my laptop broke, and I'm broke, so it will be a while before I can fix it. So this is the end of the preg drive. When I finished this (which was actually a while ago, idk why I let it sit in my drafts so long) we were at 21 total demon spawn in Kaz's belly! Im going to be honest, math is eluding me as I type this, so I'm not sure how many he's ACTUALLY knocked up with. Thanks so much again to everyone who participated, and stay tuned for the extra bits I mentioned in the announcement.
Kazimir's biggest obstacle was the warden. He had all the guards in the prison eating out of his palms, but the warden rarely concerned himself with the trivial matters of the guards. Which is why it surprised him a little, when he received a new duty rotation. The warden's assistant. A duty that had never existed before.
Kaz smirked in pride as he realized it had been completely made up, just for him. Perhaps his attempts at Charming the warden hadn't been for nothing after all.
His tasks were pretty boring, mostly just filing paperwork and taking notes. The first day, he just spent the time wondering if it was a trap, then when he realized, no it wasnt, simply basked in the way the warden stared at him when he thought he wasnt looking. He even caught glimpses of top secret information about the war, but didn't bother trying to steal anything. That's not what he was there to do, and at this stage Kaz wasn't willing to jeopardize the entire mission. Not when it was going so very well.
The second day, he put on a show. Really exaggerating his already prominent waddle, making sure to file papers down low so he had to bend down, rubbing his belly and ‘quietly’ moaning when the warden ‘wasn't listening.’
Kaz had put on a hell of show, if he did say so himself. He'd even made himself drenching wet (not that it was hard to do), and by the end of the day he could barely stop himself from rubbing his thighs together or humping a chair, he'd gotten himself so worked up. And he wasn't the only one worked up, if the massive boner the warden sported and the way he was white knuckling his quill was anything to go by. The warden stopped Kaz before he left, presumably to say something that at least sounded semi-professional. But in the blink of an eye, Kaz was lowering himself down on the warden's cock, milking it as if his life depended on it. Which in the frenzy he'd worked himself into, it honestly felt like it did.
Hours later, sated and glowing, belly already rounder, Kaz emerged from the wardens office. The guards on duty outside the doors looked jealous, if the tents in their pants and clenched fists were anything to go by. It turned out, they were so jealous, they disobeyed their wardens orders to escort Kaz directly back to his cell. Instead, they pulled him into a broom closet, impaled him onto both of their dicks, and fucked the warden's seed dripping down his thighs back up into his womb. It was even later when Kaz finally arrived back at his cell in a daze, wondering if this is what humans felt like when they said they were in a food coma.
The day after that, the warden presented them with their own custom ‘uniform,’ to replace the now ill-fitting one they'd arrived in. It was only coincidence that it barely covered anything and provided easier access to fuck him. Kaz couldnt wait to outgrow it.
