The Legend's Embrace/The Devil's Breed

A more modern version of the previous chapter.

Amira, a 22-year-old woman with long, luscious black hair and chocolate brown eyes, was walking home from the library late one evening. The streets of New Jersey were quiet, the only sound the distant hoot of an owl. Suddenly, she felt a presence, an unsettling sensation that something was watching her. She quickened her pace, her heart pounding in her chest. The creature emerged from the shadows, a monstrous figure with the body of a man and the head of a goat. It was the Jersey Devil, a myth come to life. Amira froze, terror gripping her. The beast approached slowly, its eyes gleaming with a dark intent. It reached out a clawed hand, touching her cheek gently, almost affectionately. Amira shuddered, her breath coming in short gasps. "What do you want?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. The beast made no sound, but its eyes held a command. It wanted her. Over the next few weeks, Amira found herself drawn to the woods where she had first encountered the beast. She couldn't explain it, but there was an inexplicable pull, a primal desire that she couldn't ignore. One evening, she ventured deeper into the woods than she ever had before. The beast appeared, its massive form silhouetted against the moonlight. This time, Amira didn't run. She stood her ground, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. The beast reached out, its clawed hand touching her face again. Amira felt a strange warmth, a tingling sensation that spread through her body. She let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed. When she opened them again, the beast was closer, its hot breath on her face. She could see the lust in its eyes, the hunger. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice trembling. The beast didn't answer, but it didn't need to. Its intent was clear. It wanted to breed her, to claim her as its own. The beast's hands were rough, calloused, as they explored her body. Amira gasped as they cupped her breasts, her nipples hardening under the beast's touch. She let out a soft moan as the beast leaned down, its tongue licking her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. She arched her back, pushing herself further into the beast's touch. The beast's hands moved lower, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her legs. Amira stepped out of them, standing before the beast in nothing but her shirt and underwear. The beast growled, a low, primal sound that sent shivers down Amira's spine. It reached out, its clawed fingers hooking into the waistband of her underwear and pulling them down. Amira blushed, her pussy already wet with anticipation. The beast lowered itself to the ground, its tongue snaking out to lick her pussy. Amira let out a loud moan, her hands gripping the beast's horns for support. The beast's tongue was rough, but it felt good, so good. It lapped at her pussy, its tongue flicking against her clit. Amira could feel herself getting closer, her body tensing as the pleasure built. Suddenly, the beast stopped. Amira let out a whimper of protest, but the beast paid her no mind. It stood up, its massive cock jutting out from its body. Amira stared at it, her eyes wide with shock and fear. It was huge, bigger than anything she had ever seen. She knew it was going to hurt, but she also knew that she wanted it. The beast pushed her to the ground, its clawed hands holding her legs open. Amira looked up at it, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. The beast lowered itself onto her, its cock pressing against her pussy. Amira let out a scream as it pushed inside her, the pain overwhelming. But the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure, as the beast began to move, its cock sliding in and out of her. Amira moaned, her body adjusting to the beast's size. She could feel every inch of it, could feel it stretching her, filling her. The beast's hands gripped her hips, its claws digging into her flesh. It was rough, brutish, but Amira loved it. She could feel herself getting closer, her body tensing as the pleasure built. The beast flipped her over, putting her on her hands and knees. Amira braced herself as the beast entered her from behind, its cock slamming into her. She let out a scream, her body shaking with the force of it. The beast was rough, its cock pounding into her with no mercy. Amira could feel herself getting closer, her body on fire with pleasure. "Yes!!," she screamed, her voice hoarse with lust. "Fuck me!, yes!, fuck me harder!." The beast obliged, its cock slamming into her with even more force. Amira could feel it, could feel it deep inside her. She could feel it touching places she didn't even know existed. She could feel it stretching her, filling her, claiming her. And then, she came. Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on the beast's cock. She screamed, her voice echoing through the woods. The beast let out a roar, its cock pulsing as it came inside her. Amira could feel it, could feel the hot cum filling her, could feel it shooting deep inside her. The beast pulled out, leaving Amira on her hands and knees, panting and gasping for breath. She looked up, her eyes meeting the beast's. She could see the satisfaction in its eyes, could see the claim it had made. It had bred her, had inseminated her. She was its now, its breeding whore. Over the next few weeks, Amira found herself returning to the woods, to the beast. It bred her again and again until she fell pregnant and then after birth they did it again. each time more pleasureable and mind-breaking then the last, its cock claiming her pussy, its cum filling her. She could feel it, could feel the life growing inside her. She was the beast's, completely and utterly. And she loved it.