Incorporation Chapter Two

Her demonic transformation was accelerating. None of her existing exorcism potions had worked, and it was becoming increasingly hard to figure out why. It would be much easier to accept it instead of fighting it.

This wasn’t helped by the voracious appetite of her lover, who was quite happy to make herself available whenever Selene’s dick became too much to handle. This wasn’t much of a solution, however, since with every penetration Aline was becoming more demonic, just like her.

She couldn’t go to the hero guild with this - they had nobody with the necessary expertise. They would likely decide to kill her and destroy her lab to expunge the demonic corruption. They wouldn’t care that in doing so they would be losing any hope they had of stopping supernatural invasions from other planes.

No, if there was a solution, she would need to find it herself, and quickly, too, before she became subsumed by the pleasures of her ever ready dick.

Tapping at her laptop, she made a few notes of her current condition to track her alterations. If she couldn’t discover a cure, perhaps someone else would find her notes and have an idea of what was happening to her.

I’m aroused frequently, and it takes very little to set me off. The length of my dick has grown, measuring half an inch longer than before, and the head has become swollen. The skin color is changing, turning into a swirling dark purple. I can already tell that the skin tone over the rest of my body has changed as well, likely a precursor of what is to come.

Gritting her teeth, she winced as a fang punctured her lower lip.

Canines are growing unnaturally long. My fingernails keep turning into talons. I have to trim them constantly to keep working at the computer. The worst part is that I’m not afraid of what’s happening. It seems so natural, I wonder if this is the way things are meant to be.

Typing the last word, she stared out over the top of the monitor, lost in her thoughts for a moment. To be a demoness.

No! That couldn’t be true, could it? She didn’t actually want to become like that thing.

She slammed her fist against the metal desk, wincing as it creaked. Her breath caught as she saw the damage that she had unknowingly wrought. Her laptop was tilting into the large dent where her fist had distorted the metal.

There was nothing for it. She would have to try the next potion. Flicking a switch on the magnetic stirrer, she waited for the liquid in the beaker to coalesce into a horrendously green soup. That was about what she had expected.

Bottoms up. Lifting the beaker to her mouth, she took a swallow of the lukewarm substance, praying that this time would be different than the last.

There was a faint burn trailing down her throat, followed by an aftertaste of peppermint. She had adapted this particular concoction from a potion she used to close interdimensional portals. With a few tweaks, she had hoped to use its properties to draw the demonic influence out of her.

Setting the beaker back down, resting her hands on the desk, she watched her fingertips with curiosity. Her nails were still growing, becoming increasingly pointed right before her eyes.

This was clearly caused by whatever corruption had gripped her, almost as if it was reshaping her into some kind of specified form. It didn’t matter what she did to alter herself physically - time and time again she would be pushed back in the direction her transformation was taking her.

She suspected that if she was brave enough to castrate herself, she’d grow a new penis in record time. Fortunately, she hadn’t gone that far. It wasn’t a good idea anyway. She needed to fuck Aline with it or she’d go out of control.

Shit. Aline - she had almost forgotten about her lover. The woman had become far too attached to her, to the extent that she had been forced to order her to stay out of the lab. It pained her to do so, but if she hadn’t, she would have had her dick buried deep in her lover’s warm snatch instead of running these experiments. Although that was probably a better use of her time than messing around in this sterile environment.

Aline was transforming just like she was, slowly and surely. After their second lovemaking session, a lunar tattoo had begun to show up around her belly button, and her skin was gradually darkening. Not to mention her subservient attitude. She would spread her legs and expose her pussy at a moment’s notice if Selene would let her.

Her mind was wandering into lewd fantasies again. She refocused, spreading her fingers out to peek at her fingernails. They hadn’t reverted - becoming true talons again, angled and sharp.

Another failure. She wanted to cry, to whine. To fuck.

In the end, she would do none of those things, because none of them would save her from whatever she was becoming. They wouldn’t save Aline, either.

She stood, moving with urgency towards a metal cabinet. Opening the door, she fumbled inside. There were no more options. She needed answers, and there was only one way to get them.

Grabbing a can of colored chalk, she turned towards the tiled end of her laboratory. Drawing the necessary symbols correctly would be critical. Any mistakes, and the demoness would escape to perpetrate all kinds of mischief. Maybe it would be wise to sate her desires, to bury her thick dick in Aline’s willing pussy before continuing.

Her engorged cock shifted in her panties, reminding her that it was impossible to sate her desires for long. Not now. She needed to concentrate!

Tapping on her tablet, she pulled up the pattern for a summoning circle. She was quite familiar with these, but she didn’t want to make a mistake. As much as she liked fucking these days, she certainly didn’t want to be fucked with.

Holding the tablet in one hand, she began to draw. The nested shapes were difficult to get right, and she constantly needed to refer back to the tablet to ensure that she was using the right color. Fortunately, the monotony of the task drew her in, reducing the urgency of her needs.

Hopefully, she could figure out what had been done to her, and this would all be over soon. Not that she minded pounding her hard dick inside her lover, but she didn’t want to turn her into a demoness. Even if she was much cuter as one.

There, the outline was complete, but it still needed a unique sign to ensure that the correct outsider was summoned. Without one, it would be an open portal, allowing anyone or anything to come through, which could be disastrous.

Pondering for a moment, she drew the outline of a moon, echoing the strange painted tattoo that was glowing on her chest. It was the only lead she had to go on, and it was a pretty good bet, since her lover appeared to be developing a similar mark. It must be some kind of clan logo, and it seemed likely the mysterious demoness had one, too.

Putting the chalk away, she tapped a finger against her thigh. There were a few more precautions she should take.

Raiding the cabinets, she gathered together a group of nasty potions and set them on a side table within reach. Hellsbane. Antimagic. Fireproof. Some of these ought to be useful.

She was ready. Her heart began to pound, her dick flexing. Could she contain herself while summoning one of the objects of her lust? She was about to find out.

Pulling up a chair, she crossed her legs, staring into the empty space above the portal. Girding her courage, she twisted her mouth into the shapes necessary to say the summons. The words were foul in her mouth, tasting like ash. She never thought that she would be the one summoning a demoness, but here she was. She hoped this wouldn’t be a waste of time.

A dark cloud descended from the ceiling, billowing outwards until it filled the summoning circle. Spiralling upwards, it swirled like a tornado, closing in tighter until it revealed the buxom form of the demoness. Caressing her impossibly tight black corset, it swirled around delicate horns, lifting her hair in an invisible breeze as it vanished into nothing.

The demoness rested calmly, her butt in the air, as if she was sitting on an invisible chair. Her breasts were uplifted by the corset, pushing them up and out, highlighting her pierced nipples. Black boots extended up past her knees, framing her open, gaping privates. She was a picture of lustful sex, and she knew it.

Tail twitching, she peered at Selene with hooded eyes. “Have you summoned me to give me a good fucking?” she asked curiously, her forked tongue licking her lips. “Or are you going to ask me more boring questions?”

Selene scowled. It was hard enough to ignore her aroused dick without the creature’s prodding. “What have you done to me, demoness?” she asked curtly.

“You don’t have to call me demoness,” replied the creature. “I have a name, you know.” She almost sounded offended.

“Okay, then,” sighed Selene. “What’s your name?”

“Karyssa,” hissed the demoness, her cat-like eyes flashing. “And yes, that’s my true name.”

Selene was taken aback. In all of the books she had read, she had never heard of a planar entity willingly giving up their true name. “Why?” she asked, speechless.

“You are my Master,” she declared simply. “You deserve to know it.”

Selene took a moment to digest this. “If I’m really your Master,” she said coyly, “can I order you to stop all this? To take this mark off me and to banish this… penis?” She gestured helplessly at the throbbing member stirring under her skirt.

Karyssa gave her a throaty laugh. “Of course not. Don’t be unreasonable. You don’t really want that, anyway.”

Selene frowned. The demoness sounded so sure of herself. “What did you do to me?” she demanded. “I want you to reverse this, immediately!”

Karyssa chuckled. “Impossible. This was already in you. I simply called out your true nature, exposing who you’ve been all along. Admit it. You need to dominate us, hold us down, control us with your rod. Master us. Nothing less will do.”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel that now. I’m here to train you. To make you the best master you can possibly be.” She grinned devilishly, her tiny fangs winking. “Fuck me, Master, and I’ll show you what it feels like to be a demon lord.”

She wiggled her hips inside the summoning circle, showing off her tight ass. Tiny wings flapped on her upper back, looking positively dainty. The demoness was practically asking for it, and Selene was having a hard time refusing.

She shook her head. “No, I can’t do that. That would be evil. I would be betraying my lover.”

The demoness rolled her eyes. “What do you mean, evil? There’s nothing evil about slaking your pleasure, is there? No proscription against feeling good. Everyone is running around all day, trying to make their humdrum lives work, seeking fleeting pleasures. Why can’t you accept your higher calling and fuck me?”

“Once you do, all these changes will become permanent. All day, every day, filled with fucking. I’ll be your slutty handmaid, at your beck and call, loyal and willing, ready to satisfy your every need.”

It was tempting. More tempting than the demoness could know. She carefully kept her face neutral, not exposing how much she wanted to abandon her morals and freely take the demoness here and now. She would deserve it, for what she had done to her Master.

She couldn’t do that, though. She’d be betraying not only herself, but Aline too. She had never intended that her lover would get mixed up in this, and she couldn’t fail her now.

She sat back in her chair, folding her hands over her demonic erection. Noting how rough her skin looked, she sighed. Her transformation appeared to be accelerating. It was time to take a different tack.

“Why do you think I’m your Master?” she asked, hoping to get a better understanding of the situation. So far, all she had done was think with her dick, and that wasn’t cutting it.

“Because you are,” replied the demoness, giving her a cat-like grin. She shrugged her shoulders, stretching the leather straps of her corset, her breasts wobbling slightly. “I can tell you’re not going to be satisfied with anything other than a boring, drawn out explanation. Very well.”

She cupped her breasts, lifting them a little before letting them drop back into the arched supports of her corset. “I don’t mind letting the tension build before we get to fucking. It only serves to increase the pleasure later.”

Selene rolled her eyes, doing her best to hide her twitching dick. The demoness certainly knew how to tease.

Shooting Selene a knowing, smoky look, the demoness continued. “You cannot pronounce its name in any human tongue, but our kind have lived for a millenia on a plane known as Middlehaven.” She spat the name out with distaste. “Your summoners use this name when creating their circles. It sounds so pedestrian. Why couldn’t they have been more creative?”

She sniffed. “Society there is mainly unorganized, quantified solely upon one’s strength. Those who are most powerful, rule, and build empires to sustain their power. There is constant competition and warring between empires. Dynasties rise and fall all the time. However, for those that last generations, bloodline is key. Blood is everything.”

The demoness shifted, looking uncomfortable, unsure of herself for the first time since Selene had known her. “Our lord, Barakagon, was fair and just, keeping the rabble in line and off other planes. His strict policies curbed our hedonistic appetites and prevented excess pregnancies. Overpopulation is always a problem, which is why so many of our kind are looking for opportunities outside Middlehaven.”

“I still don’t see what any of this has to do with me,” said Selene, getting uncomfortable herself. 

Her dick was becoming more unruly. The demoness in front of her was looking more and more appealing. It took a concerted force of effort to hold herself back.

“Nobody lives forever, not even us,” frowned Karyssa. “Although our life spans are inconceivable by human standards, even we are finite. Barakagon has been ailing for at least a century, and breathed his last a month ago. Since then, the realm has been in an uproar, trying to find a replacement.”

She flexed her fingers. “We of the first circle were not content with just any upstart ascending the throne. The search was on to find one of his blood. Although a venerable bloodline, none of his progeny remained within the kingdom - the last had been executed for treason decades ago. A search of the scrolls revealed that not all had perished, however.”

“Centuries ago, Suleimon led an expedition to your world. There are no records of him returning. Perhaps he perished. Perhaps he is still here, hiding. What is certain is that you are one of his offspring.”

Jarred, Selene shifted her legs. “How could you possibly know that?”

The demoness tapped a talon against her red skinned leg. “Easy enough. The last few summoners you banished weren’t summoners at all. They were sent specifically to measure your aura. There has been no mistake. You have his blood.”

Selene gasped. That explained why the circles they had drawn were amateurish at best, and why they had made little attempt to resist her attacks.

She firmed her lips. “If I were to believe you, and I’m not sure that I do, what do you want me to do? I’m not your lord, and there’s no way I’m going to go run a demon empire for you.”

“Won’t you?” the demoness smiled thinly, her eyes boiling with an inner fire. “Perhaps you’ll change your mind if you knew the consequences of refusing. I’m sure you’ve noticed the latest uptick in demon activity in your world. That is only the beginning. Without Barakagon to hold them back, populations have exploded, and more than one lord is planning on invading to relieve the pressure. You’ll be overrun, unable to stop this world from falling to their corruption.”

“They’ll outbreed you. Outlive you. Outrule you. Your nations, at first, will try to defend themselves. They might even pull out their most deadly weapons, but I very much doubt that. Even if they do, our kind is quite resistant to radiation. Eventually, there will be little left of humanity. This will be a world of demons.”

Selene crossed her hands, staring at her pointed fingernails. She was beginning to believe the demoness, damn it all! That didn’t make it any easier to accept. Her parents had a lot to answer for.

“I… can’t,” she said finally. “I don’t know what the right answer is.” She squeezed her fists together. “I don’t know what to do!”

Karyssa rolled her eyes. “All those reasons should have been enough, but I can tell you need more convincing to accept your role in this. Very well. I’ll show you.”

Standing, she kicked one booted leg forward, pressing against the boundary of the summoning circle. It glowed red as pressure built up, a forcefield of energy becoming visible as she pushed harder. Selene was unimpressed until the pointed tip of Karyssa’s boot shot through the barrier, the shimmering sphere vanishing as if it had never existed with an audible pop.

Gaping, she grabbed the Hellsbane potion and tossed it at the demoness. The rounded bottle dropped at Karyssa’s feet, exploding in a thunderclap. Cloying brownish liquid spurted forth, dousing the creature from head to toe.

Karyssa frowned with her expressive eyebrows, her eyes widening as the potion’s contents began to sizzle. “Oooh, that hurts so bad,” she groaned. “It’s so hot, it’s burning!”

Selene thought it had worked for a moment, as the demoness began to writhe. After a few more moments, however, her heart dropped. The demoness was cupping her breasts, squeezing them in abandon. Had she miscalculated?

Karyssa shot her a sultry grin. “Oh no, that’s awful stuff you have there. I love it! Where can I get more?”

Scraping a drop of the liquid from her shoulder, she made a show of licking it off her talon. Sizzling, it burned all the way down her throat as she slowly swallowed. “Spicy. You have to give me the recipe.”

Selene was reaching for another potion, but hesitated. The other two were more for support, not offense. If Hellsbane hadn’t worked, what was the point?

It was too late. The demoness was on top of her, forcefully spreading her legs. “Obstinant to the last. Look at this,” she said critically, pointing at the enormous bulge hiding beneath the fabric of her skirt. “You haven’t been taking care of your needs.”

Selene hissed as Karyssa pulled down her skirt and panties, revealing her girthy length. To be honest, her thoughts of escape had all fled under this confident assault. Instead, she simply wanted to spear this demoness for her insolence and fuck her silly.

Karyssa touched Selene’s erect penis gently. Selene moaned as it twitched, surprised to find that it felt good. If the demoness kept teasing her, she wasn’t sure how she could possibly resist.

A cold sweat suddenly descended around her shoulders. “How did you escape the circle?” she asked, afraid.

Karyssa laughed, her ample chest bouncing with mirth. “I remained constrained because I chose to. Those bindings have no effect on demons who belong to your clan. You would know such things if you let me teach you, Master. You’re far too uncertain. Far too timid. If you but knew what I knew, you would easily seize control.”

She leaned over, giving Selene a perfect shot of her swollen breasts, pierced nipples shining. A wonderful smell infiltrated her nostrils, the heady aroma making her giddy. Her penis flexed, rock hard.

“Once you accept your gifts,” hissed the demoness, “my power will have no effect over you. Until you do, however, it is child’s play to make you mine. I do it all the time.”

Moving in, she pressed her fiery lips over Selene’s mouth, extending her tongue inside.

It was just like before. Hot, and delightful. She couldn’t stop herself from sucking on the demoness’ piercings. Unfortunately, it lasted only a moment, as the demoness stood back up. “You want me so badly, Master. Your body knows. Why won’t you admit it, and fuck me?”

Selene very much wanted to. Would it be so awful to put this demoness in her place?

“Face it,” moaned Karyssa, “There’s no way you could have prepared for this. All of your potions and tricks are for dealing with two bit summoners and lower level hellions. You’ve never dealt with anyone from the first circle. Give in to your desires, Master. Accept what you are.”

The pressure of lust exploded inside her head. All her objections fled. It was too much. She needed to relieve herself, and here was a willing slut who wanted her dick. Her hips flexed as she pressed her erection against Karyssa’s belly.

The demoness laughed. “See? Exactly how I predicted. Under the influence of my pheromones, you’ll do anything to fuck me.”

Grabbing Selene’s hardened dick with one hand, she whispered in her ear. “This is two. Your descent is assured. Enjoy it.”

As Karyssa’s warm tunnel enfolded her cock, she realized that she very much was. This was the way to live, thrusting deep inside the demoness’ wet pussy. The rhythmic sound of her balls slapping against the demoness’ pubes was accompanied by heavy squeezing from Karyssa’s pelvic muscles.

Every move was orchestrated. Her body was built for this, and she knew exactly how to use it. Pure, wet, sex. 

She wanted more. She wanted it all. In her mind, she imagined throwing off the weight of the demoness and mounting her on the floor. Next time, she would do it. Take charge.

Right now, though, she couldn’t think past the thrusting sensations. She roared, her teeth growing longer as she watched the demoness’ pierced nipples bouncing delightfully. Grasping the creature’s hips, she encouraged her to move ever faster, their coupling becoming more frenzied by the minute.

If her hands seemed larger than before, or her strength was unnatural, those were small things in comparison to her towering pleasure. Even the sudden presence of a glowing moon shaped tattoo on the demoness’ belly wasn’t enough to distract her from her purpose.

That is, until a hard, thick protrusion pressed against her vagina. Selene moaned as a knob pressed inside her slick pussy, cramming itself deeper as she thrust into the demoness. She had been so distracted by the fucking that she hadn’t noticed what Karyssa was doing with her tail, and now it had plugged itself into her pussy!

Karyssa laughed, flashing her fangs. “This is how demons copulate,” she explained, her bifurcated tongue licking her lips. “Much better than with an inadequate human body. Relax and enjoy. This is the ultimate pleasure.”

Selene whined as the bulbous end of Karyssa’s tail began to expand, pressing against her insides. Her dick had been hard before, but now it was as solid as granite. It almost felt as if she was being pressed into the demoness’ pussy from below, the solid tail bulb throbbing inside her.

All at once, it was too much to bear. She was on the edge, her body on fire. It was coming soon, the explosion building from the tip of her penis. It would be over soon.

“Selene? What’s going on here?”

Aline’s sharp hissing breath came from behind. “You’re fucking her!”

Shame blossomed in Selene’s breast, but it was too late now. Grunting, she orgasmed her roiling emotions into the willing receptacle of the demoness, pumping her roughly to assuage her anger at how she had been manipulated. The embedded tail tugged at her pussy as she filled the demoness, pulling a scream of pleasure from her at every squirt.

She was doomed, and it was too late. Aline was going to hate her now, but there was nothing she could do about that except ream this demoness. It was all her fault. She wanted revenge, to punish Karyssa for taking it too far.

“Ah, here is your missing lover,” said the demoness conversationally, ignoring Selene’s enraged thrusting. “I seem to recall you were concerned about betraying her by fucking me. Nothing could be further from the truth. Pleasure is meant to be shared.” She gestured at Aline with one of her talons. “Come join us, dear,” she cooed. “There’s always room for more.”

Selene tried to pull away from the demoness as the last of her cum emptied inside her, but the tail crammed in her tunnel was firmly plugged in place. She was connected to Karyssa until the demoness decided otherwise. Her dick popped free, however, waving in the air like a flag pole.

Her heart lurched as Aline came into view. She didn’t want the other woman to see her in this compromising position. Her lover probably hated her for copulating with the demoness, and she wouldn’t blame her.

“It’s not my fault,” she began, trying to explain. “Karyssa seduced me.”

“Am I too late?” Aline asked mournfully, ignoring Selene’s protestations. She stared hungrily at Selene’s dick with slitted pupils. “I want a piece of that, too.”

“Of course not,” chuckled Karyssa. “Watch, she’s already getting hard again. Us demons are not bound by such mortal frailty.”

“Good!” declared Aline, pushing Karyssa aside as she stepped over the demoness’ tail. Spreading her legs, she put her hands on her hips. “I can’t wait.”

Selene looked at her in alarm. Her lover had taken on a purple sheen, her eyes deep set golden orbs within her strongly boned face. As she spoke, sharp little fangs graced her lips, and if she looked closely, she could see tiny little nubs growing from her forehead.

Clenching her taloned fists together in excitement, Aline grabbed her t-shirt and lifted it over her head. A bony arch was growing over her shoulders, ridges marching around her enlarged breasts. They were swollen, nipples a dark indigo.

Selene’s libido must have been adjusted, as these changes made her want Aline more than ever. Her dick was painfully hard, twitching as she examined the demonic changes she had wrought. Her lover wore the gift well. It suited her.

Shaking her head at the odd thoughts, Selene found it hard to focus on stopping this. Was it wrong if they all wanted it? Consensual fucking.

No, there wasn’t a consensus here. She couldn’t accept it. Aline had been forced to want this by her. She wouldn’t be doing this if Selene hadn’t changed her.

Licking her lips, she found her tongue thick, catching on her fangs. Her speech was slobbery, roughened by her recent changes. It would take some getting used to, but it was worth it if she could fuck these amazing beauties.

She pushed herself back in the chair, dismissing the carnal thought. Grabbing her dick, she pressed it against her belly, concerned with how easy it would be to give in. “No… I don’t want this.”

Aline frowned, pointing a taloned finger at Selene. “First, you tell me you need to do more research on your own, without me, then I catch you fucking her. Why do you want her more than me?”

Dark tears spilled from her eyes, tracing streaks over her cheeks. “Tell me - are we through? Are you tossing me aside like yesterday’s garbage?” Her voice choked. “If that’s so, then you better say it to my face. Say it!”

Karyssa held up a hand, interrupting Aline’s tirade. “Why are you so hesitant?” asked the demoness with curiosity. “You’ve already fucked her once, marking her as yours. No other would dare to touch her without your permission.”

“That’s not it,” moaned Selene. “This is all wrong. I shouldn’t be fucking her. Look! She’s already mostly a demoness!”

Karyssa lifted a brow. “What’s wrong with that? So are you.”

She waited a moment, but seeing that Selene wasn’t responding, she sighed and deflated her tail, slipping the end out of Selene’s sloppy pussy. She wrapped an arm around Aline’s side, pressing her face in close to whisper in her ear.

Aline slowly lowered her hands. “Fine,” she said softly. “I suppose I can accept that.”

Pulling off her sweat pants and panties, she sat on Selene’s knees, inching her pussy forward towards Selene’s swollen cock. “You need to fuck me. It’s only fair.” She wiggled a little further, pressing her shaved privates against Selene’s fleshy rod. “Come on, stick it in me.”

Selene shook her head, doing her best to avoid looking at Aline’s face. She knew that if she did, she would be lost. She had too much invested in finding a cure. She wouldn’t be the cause of Aline’s ultimate downfall!

Hands suddenly cradled her head, forcing her to look upwards. At the same time, her nose was assaulted with a tremendously addictive smell. Cinnamon and sugar. Sweet.

Breathing in unconsciously, her eyes roamed over her lover’s delicately boned face. Shit. She had lost track of the other demoness, and had been caught by Karyssa’s aroma. Her dick flexed, immediately coming to attention.

Aline’s face dropped into a pleased mien, rocking her hips upward to present herself. Her demonic presence was irresistible. Selene groaned, letting herself go as the head of her dick pressed against Aline’s inner lips.

Her lover quickly took advantage of this, sliding forward and down until Selene was hilted completely inside her. Selene rocked her hips upwards, enjoying the familiarity of gouging into Aline’s warm tunnel.

It was like plugging into a light socket, smooth and electric. Different from Karyssa’s love tunnel, but in some ways the same. Was that one of the changes associated with being turned? If so, it was wonderful. Every woman should be remodeled to have a perfect pussy made just for her.

Warm lips kissed the top of her head, her thoughts lost in the aroma and the immediacy of the fucking. “Why bother resisting us, Master? We’re built just for you.”

Aline’s mouth was open, revealing her thin fangs and enlarged tongue. It was naturally beginning to split, looking more and more like Karyssa’s. It wouldn’t take long until her lover became just like the demoness. A pure sex symbol, with no other thoughts in her mind. A brainless fucking machine.

She couldn’t find it within her to care. Her dick was being throttled by a warm pussy, and it was throbbing like crazy, climbing back up the peak. It wouldn’t be long before Aline took another load, and after that, who knows what she would turn into.

Aline was going to become her slut whore. It was wrong, but felt so right. That smell, it was inescapable. Too much, all happening at once. She couldn’t hold on.

As she orgamed inside her lover, she roared with an unearthly voice. There came a pressure in her skull and back, quick bursts of pain, followed by pleasure. There must be some new additions above, as her head felt heavy.

This should bother her, but she had changed so much already that this new alteration meant little. She would examine herself later, after she had finished filling Aline with her cum. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.

There was something else she couldn’t ignore, however. Gigantic wings had grown from her back, light filtering through the dark, shadowy appendages. The ends were decorated with sharp protrusions, and if she concentrated, she could force them to move.

Karyssa was chuckling. “You still haven’t accepted this, but it is quite clear to me. You are becoming a demon lord, and it is impossible to hide it.”

Selene hissed and roared, her anger spiking. Grabbing Aline, she lifted the woman off her dick and bodily threw her at a wall. She had been manipulated into doing this by both of them, and she hated it. I should be in control here!

Aline stumbled as she slid against the floor, but quickly regained her balance, hopping easily back to her feet. More evidence that her lover had embraced her changing body.

“Why did you do this to me?” shrieked Selene, an ugly anger boiling up inside. “I was close to finding a solution, and you came in and forced me to fuck you. Karyssa might have helped you, but you’re one who did this! How dare you!”

Aline’s form suddenly froze. “I forced you? I can’t believe I’m hearing this! You’re the one who forced yourself on me in the first place! The only reason I’m here is because of what you did in the kitchen!”

She began to pace, hands gripped into fists. “You always try to claim you know what’s good for me!” she shouted at Selene. “It’s always what you want, not what I want! You never give me the space I need to figure things out myself! I hate it so much!”

Aline hesitated, pressing her lips together as she turned to Karyssa suddenly. “Take me with you. I need to get away from here. I want to see your world.”

Karyssa raised an angled eyebrow, her hair shifting in an unseen breeze. “This is not a decision to be taken lightly. When you return, you will be different.”

Aline shrugged. “I’m different now. I want to know more. See more.”

“Very well then, come with me, sister,” she replied, wrapping her fingers around Aline’s bony shoulder. “Let me show you your new self.”

Aline smiled shyly. “I would like that,” She hesitated, glancing at Selene’s monstrous form. “Teach me how to be like you,” she demanded, clutching at the demoness’ hand. “I can’t serve her as I am now. I’m too angry.”

Karyssa laughed uproariously. “I will train you to be the very best, so that you may serve the Master, whether she wishes it or not.”

Selene hissed, but said nothing, licking her emotional wounds. Being told off by her lover had shaken her to her core. She wanted to tell her ‘no,’ but couldn’t scrape the words together. Instead, she hid behind her new wings, wrapping her body with the leathery appendages.

Aline paused at the threshold, turning to look back at Selene with golden eyes. “When I return, I hope you will have accepted who you really are, instead of pretending.” Tossing her head, she stepped through determinedly, not looking back.

Selene stared longingly as Ally, her friend, coworker, and lover, vanished through the portal with the fiery demoness that had promised to change her forever.