"Why the gift of being a demoness, just like me.”
Julie’s eyes widened. “No…I don’t want…to be a…demoness!” Her voice didn’t sound convincing in the least; neither did her mind.
Demona shook her head. “It’s too late for that. You’ve already begun to transform.” As if to emphasize her point, she reached down, taking one of Julie’s mutated nipples between two clawed fingers and pinching it, drawing moans of renewed lust from the girl. “Every time you orgasm, you grow a bit less human, you become a bit more evil. The deeper your lust, the greater your power will become. Very soon, you will start to transform into your true, desired form. At the rate you’re going, you’ll be a full succubus in a matter of days.”
The masturbating woman was near tears. “Why…why did you…do this…to me?”
“Because you accepted me. You let me be what I wanted to be, just as my kiss allowed you to become what you wanted to. My power brought your subconscious desires to life. You can’t tell me you don’t want this; your own body betrays your hidden lust.” The demoness traced a delicate line with her clawed fingers along Julie’s slit, bringing moans of pure pleasure from her.
“Okay, I’ve read…erotic horror, I masturbated to it, and…once I dreamed…about being taken…by an…incubus,” she tearfully confessed, fighting the urge to yank open her jeans and beg Demona to go down on her. “That doesn’t mean I… want…to… beeeeaaaauuuggghhhh!!!”
Her orgasm was sudden, impossibly brutal, racking her entire body. Her heat didn’t subside in the least, much less with the caress of Demona’s phallic tail between her quivering tits.
“Stop fucking lying to yourself, Julie,” Demona moaned, taking in the sensation from her sensitive tail. Purposefully, she drew it down her stomach, toward the fly of her jeans that the demoness had already unzipped. The head of her tail hovered dangerously close to Julie’s drenched slit, threatening entry at the slightest twitch. “Tell me what you want!”
Wed May 1 10:31:16 2002