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Noea was a handsome, well built and smart man, but also a dangerous one. He was good at a great many things but making friends was not one of them. He was too wound up chasing his own ambitions of power to bother dealing with anyone else, and in spite of how apparent he continually made that point, people still made futile attempts to win him over. The worst case of all was the beautiful but mentally unstable Jezebel. She had long shimmering raven hair to the bottom of her ears in the back, and to her breast on the front half- parted from her face by an amethyst flower hair clip on either side. The roots of her hair were snow white though, her black coloration had to be artificially dyed in after some past trauma caused all color to leave it. Her eyes were a pale grey-blue like ice, her skin color a dark olive. She wore a long flowing skirt and tight sleeveless top to combat the heat this day in particular, but that matters little as she is already removing said clothing.

The heat abated quickly enough when the two of them entered the ancient ruins. A tower that went down instead of up, and each sub level represented a rank of demonology. Both Noea and Jezebel were necromancers in training- Noea had been studying demonology from the start and Jezebel switched her specialization to be closer to him, following him incessantly like a lost dog. Though extremely ancient, the necromancers frequented this location so they were pretty well maintained. The heat turned to cold soon enough with each passing level of the tower, as they progressed to deeper, rarely visited floors of spells that were over most trainee's heads. When they reached a mid-tower chamber, Noea instructed her to strip, and she did it without hesitation.

Noea did not give her the gratification of looking directly at her. "This chamber is for materialistic demons of mid rank. Below us is the chamber of Mammon, but even if you somehow managed to summon him, you'd never be able to control Greed's right hand." He waited till she was fully nude to continue. "I wouldn't sully my hands with your blood and even you would hesitate to slit your own throat, no? We've no sacrifice to awaken a demon from its sleep, so you'll have to offer it a different kind of life energy- sexual."

He got her to place her arms around the shaft of a huge ornate candelabra made of purist gold, and bound her wrists with rope in a tight figure 8 to make sure she could not wiggle out. If she somehow summoned a demon properly, she would need to ask it to let her free- if she failed to summon it, so few people went this far down that she would likely starve to death.

Noea went to leave, taking one last glance at the delusional woman. "At best you are an annoyance, at worst you are a danger to everyone around you. I would have no objections to this killing you, you know that."

"B-but if I succeed..."

He sighed. "If you pull this off somehow I will fulfill my end of our agreement. I will allow you to follow me around, nothing more. At least if you do this I will know you've enough sense to cast a high ranking spell without destroying yourself and anyone else unfortunate enough to be near you at the time. I'd wish you luck but my money is against your survival."

Noea left a moment after, and Jezebel went to work, taking in her environment to see how she could make this work. She just needed to get off, the floor itself was already etched with the catalyst runes. People overestimated how crazy she was and this was her chance to try and turn that around. She was broken, she did not deny that, but she wasn't a psychopath! The room contained many old instruments, of both pleasure and bloodletting, as well as stains to prove the past actions of both. Unfortunately for Jezebel, her bound hands prevented her from reaching any. She twisted and squirmed around, stretching herself out on the floor and tried to use her feet to snatch up something but everything was heaped against the edges of the chamber. The room had a stagnant warmth from the candles of the candelabra, as well as the musty smell of the unscented wax, but at the same time she had goosebumps all over. The chill she felt was entirely internal- a result of residual spiritual energy within the tower- dissipated phantoms. She would show everyone she is an alright person, and being near Noea, he would eventually warm up to her and who knows- maybe in the distant future they could be friends or even lovers! With that prospect in mind her clit stiffened to match her turgid nipples already standing in attention thanks to the ghostly chills. The round walls were lined with half-projected statues of mostly nude people and demonic vestiges, pleasuring or killing one another. Jezebel eyed the plump packages of the males of human and devil alike to try and fuel her fire.

She tested the flexibility of the bonds and seen her fingers could not be bent far enough back- even if she folded herself over far enough to put her moist cunny at the same level as her hands, the two could not meet. In her current mindset however it was easy to see she already had enough shaft to work with- of solid gold no less! She shifted her hands up high, and then fell back so the rope caught on the candelabra shaft, her legs slid forward on either side and her pussy collided with the shaft. She wiggled her hips to wedge the thin golden shaft between her plush labia, and she switched motion to grind up and down against it, going slower on the downstroke to drag on the exposed underside of her clit. The gold shaft was hot and dripping from her juices in no time! She was in the midst of wishing she could kneed her bouncy but pert D cup breasts when she was presented the answer to this as well! The candelabra was mounted to the stone floor and could not be moved, but her grinding was so rigorous she started to free drops of molten wax! The roundness of her bosom had no problem collecting the hot droplets on their surface, looking a bit like cum as the wax was also off-white. The drops hurt only for the briefest second before cooling and hardening over her reddened skin. It took some trial and error to get them to fall on her nipples but she had both half encased in wax soon enough. She finally came with a very loud moan- made louder by the fact her final thrust spilled nearly two cups worth of wax into her cleavage that ran all the way down to her naval before it hardened too much to drip lower. As she caught her breath she realised she probably could have just fashioned a dildo out of fallen wax and used that instead. The runes on the floor lit up only briefly, and some barely at all before sizzling out like a doused fire, leaving Jezebel to wonder for several long moments if it was enough energy to work.

Blood bubbled up from between stones and congealed into gnarled demonic flesh, before tearing open in the middle of the mound to reveal a huge eye, with a narrow and jagged pupil and iris. "What is this frail little thing? A self-sacrifice for Beuus?"

Jezebel gulped down her fears at the deep, resonating voice. "An offering of sexual energy in exchange for a minor service. I would be honored if you would help me, Beuus."

Beuus laughed loud enough to make the old stone walls tremble and run cold. "That piddly sacrifice? It was so minuscule you are fortunate enough that I even bothered to respond! I ought to burn you alive from the inside out for wasting my time." He gazed into her eyes with his single huge one, and did not find the emotion he was looking for. "Your soul...is empty."

She smiled timidly. "That noticeable huh? I did my time in an asylum, was released a few years ago though. My brother's death was...a bit hard on me."

Beuus stared into the core of her being from curiosity, and found the chaos that had cut a hollow out of her soul. "You're the one who murdered him...I will listen to your plea. You are...amusing."

Jezebel explained her deal with Noea to try and prove herself to the others, and to try to win his heart. She was pretty desperate, and while she knew he disliked her and was likely bad for her, he was all she really had to chase. Even if it killed her, she had to try.

The great demon sighed. "You are...a bit fucked up, eh? He literally left you here in hopes you'd die...and you're trying to win him over? That's like trying to romance a bear by offering a slice of meat off your own body. Tell you what." The rope bond on her wrists suddenly turned to ashes and the wax ran off her body, though it remained cold. "Offer yourself to me, and I will help you."

"M-my soul?"

"No. Your body."

The eye of Beuus vanished in a vortex of fire and from the white ashes born from it, a gorgeous white dress was born. The huge billowing skirt was embroidered with woven gold in intricate patterns and set with several tiny, resplendent sapphire beads. Jezebel gasped and almost got teary-eyed. She had always dreamed of wearing something this elegant and extravagant, but did not have the budget for it, nor was she ever invited to a situation that something like this would be appropriate for. Beuus told her she would have to do as he said for the rest of the day, and if she wore the dress into the night, Beuus would allow her to wear it before Noea- and doing as much would prove her contract with Beuus. The demon chuckled in amusement as Jezebel readily accepted the offer without thinking it over. She touched the dress, feeling the material between her fingers. It was very smooth and almost felt like...flesh?

The dress opened itself up for her, revealing it was Beuus himself- the inside of the dress was pink flesh, lined almost entirely with undulating fleshy bumps, like millions of tiny fingers. Two tongue-like tendrils writhed around in the crotch piece, as this dress was to be worn without any other clothing- one tongue for either hole. The cups to house her breasts were ribbed with progressively smaller rings of muscle to hug and squeeze them, the smallest of which would grasp at her nipples alone. Strong, defined ropes of muscle could be seen on the inside of the flaps that would close around her gut, to squeeze her the hardest there. The dress would cover her neck as well, and she seen seven long bone thorns laying down on the inside of the neck- just in case she needed to be punished. Jezebel shook her head and blushed bright red, but knew she couldn't refuse now, she already agreed. Beuus would surely kill her if she tried to defy him now. She had no idea where to start with putting this on, so she simply turned her back to it, closed her eyes and put her arms out. She gasped and nearly staggered forward as Beuus stuck his tongues into both her butt and pussy quickly, closing the flap down between her legs. From the outside, it looked like a pair of panties. Huge, flat tongue like flaps spiralled tightly around her legs looking like pantyhose from the outside, and then the skirt closed around that some distance off her body due to how billowy it is. The stomach flaps closed next, and like a corset started to hug tighter and tighter, stopping just short of cutting the circulation to her legs. Around her shoulder blades, up under her arms the next flaps covered her breasts starting from below. The muscle ribs closed on her breasts but only gently touched to make a proper fit, though the nipple ones closed a bit tighter, forcing them into an erect state and keeping them there. The neck closed on her from behind like a shackle, and the gap between the breast cups and the collar exposed a triangle of her flesh, and the first modest third of her cleavage. Jezebel cried out in distress as the tongues inside of her felt around and then started to quickly expand! They swelled up like flesh balloons, filling her completely without pushing outwardly. They conformed to the exact shape of either hole and held like that. The last part was two long narrow gloves to put on, white like the rest, but the majority of it was covered in golden filament with ruby beads here and there. Jezebel blushed as she pushed her hands into them, as the inside of the gloves looked almost exactly like vaginas. On the back of either hand was a glass half-oval as ornamentation, but while everyone else seen clear glass- Jezebel seen the eyes of Beuus. From the outside it looked like a beautiful dress. From the inside it felt like a million slippery fingers messaging her entire body perpetually.

Beuus' voice could still be heard, though now resonating from Jezebel's own thoughts. (Now, the Necromancer and Sorcerers of the Grand Mortuary are holding a little shin dig, eh? We shall attend.)

"B-but I am not invited! They never invite me to stuff like that, and it doesn't even start for another hour and a half."

(Yes, I am sure no ones ever crashed one of their parties before. A quarter of the people there probably wouldn't have been invited. And I already have an idea in mind to kill some time...)

Beuus moved, using her body. Jezebel could resist but even in the form of a dress Beuus had physical power equal to hers, so it would be inadvisable to resist his will. He operated her like a puppet as they left the tower. Being a devil of mid overall ranking, it took a lot of power to allow him to cross into our world, so puppeteering naive humans was the only way he could normally hope to interact with our side of reality. To get more power Necromancers needed to sacrifice people, things, or their own body parts- anything of value, the greater the value the more power they gained back. Those sacrifices were for the spirits of past Necromancers that had sacrificed more than they could afford, not demons. Demons simply wanted energy to sustain themselves, life energy- or in this case, sexual. Jezebel's offering had been barely enough to wake Beuus from dormancy, which meant he needed to somehow find more offerings on his own or return to being dormant while already hungry. His initial frustration with her was understandable- she put him in a awkward and potentially dangerous situation. The human Beuus was born from originally is long dead, so without outside energy he will cease to exist, he has no host.

Beuus walked Jezebel to the large park at the rear of the half-circular structure. The grounds were huge and well kept, and the structure very ornate as Necromancers were regarded as doctors of sorts. Able to bring back fairly recent corpses, and stitch together bodies that through any other means would be well beyond repair. The park was pretty populated as most here were done with classes for the day, and Jezebel got quite a few glances for her appearance. Thanks to the ball to celebrate the death of a professor that was starting soon, there was a few well dressed people here and there, so she didn't stand out too much. Beuus waited deliberately till she walked past a young man before squeezing her breasts, but especially tugging and squeezing simultaneously on her nipples, causing Jezebel to moan out loud! She blushed furiously as the man quickly cocked a brow and looked at her. She tried to not acknowledge it but Beuus forced her to turn toward him and threatened to extend the thorns inside the collar if she did not smile. She kept walking though and Beuus did not stop that. Now Jezebel was afraid of just what Beuus was planning to do with her. She was completely trapped inside him, the only thing he didn't have direct control of was her face and voice, but he could hurt her badly if she disobeyed even still. There was an odd synchronization however between them on a level Jezebel could not begin to properly describe. For some reason, she knew he would never willingly harm her. Beuus looked out for himself primarily at all times, but this woman with a hollow heart was something of a rarity, and he wouldn't at all mind keeping this toy.

They walked to the nearby fountain. The center of it was a well endowed man, peeing perpetually with a slight look of desperation on his face. Rumor had it that the fountain was originally bare, and the statue was formerly a man of flesh and blood, cursed to this form by the head mistress. Jezebel fidgeted a bit as her close proximity to it reminded her how long it had been since she last went to the bathroom. She became nervous and tense as Beuus' chuckle immediately revealed his intention. The tongue in her vagina started to press back toward the opening, and forward deeper in! The front of the dress skirt parted just slightly in anticipation and he forced her to step forward right to the edge of the fountain basin. Jezebel shook her head and clenched shut her passage as hard as she could. The female g spot was tangled around the same system that controlled bladder release, so it was near impossible to activate one without the other at least a bit, and Beuus' tongue was working deep enough and pressing accurately enough to badger the bladder almost directly! Jezebel looked around, trying to make it look like she wasn't as to call as little attention to herself as possible. She luckily did not see anyone at least in her immediate vision that was looking at her, because her resistance of Beuus did not last long. He made sure to angle her so we wouldn't sully his dress. Thanks to the sound of the fountain already, the sound she made was swallowed up, but just as she started to think she had actually evaded embarrassment,- Jezebel was finishing when she spotted a little boy gawking at her from the side. Luckily the woman leading him around did not look, and Jezebel tried to dash as far from the scene as possible when the boy started to tug on the woman's sleeve to ask what he just saw.

Beuus chuckled at Jezebel's heightened heart rate. (Don't have a heart attack now, girl. Tell you what, who is a guy you think is handsome? Besides that pompous ass Noea.)

Jezebel shrugged- there was a lot of good looking people at the Grand Mortuary, except a few higher ranked Necromancers who sacrificed bits of their own body for power and just reanimated other body parts to replace their own- not always even from the same species. Looking around the area now more to the side than from the middle of it, Jezebel pointed to a young man clearly dressed in preparation of the celebration. Alexandre, a smooth talking snake in the grass, he originally put the idea in her head and talked her up to shooting for Noea. He did this, of course, knowing she would fail so he could chuckle at her expense with his friends over how hopeless she was. Jezebel never held anything against him, because she was still going for Noea, and when she got him wouldn't Alex be surprised then? Beuus scanned the area looking for somewhere more private. The only place really was in the small bathroom building or, behind it. A wall of trees cut off the grounds from the outside street but it was thin. The bathroom building was not up against it though, there was a strip of grass that ran behind it that was sheltered from outside eyes from most angles, so that would do. He walked her behind the building and told her he would make a few modifications to her, and she would REALLY be ready for the party, and would be able to bang Alexandre for a one-time deal. Jezebel quickly said no and denied wanting to play along but Beuus dismissed her right away and she put up no more resistance, because she denied simply because it was embarrassing. She liked the idea of getting a little action, but this wasn't the way! Jezebel thought he was going to make modifications to the dress, but she felt weird herself. A pressure built in her lower spine and then a sort of cramping itch as she squirmed in place. She thrust her midriff forward quickly in surprise as several of the strings binding the back of the dress tight burst open letting out two flesh wings! The looked frail and wrinkly, but she flexed them a bit and with a single beat of the wings the pink membrane stretched out properly, and the black leathery backsides stiffened in the open air. Wait- flex them?! Why can Jezebel move Beuus' wings?! They joined to the lower back, and while they were large, they are not so large as to allow her flight- these were succubus wings! She moved one around her side and felt the flesh, it was stiff and bumpy on the back but silky soft on the front, inner membrane. She could feel the wing and feel FROM the wing!

"These can't be.?what have you done?! What are you doing to me??"

She still felt odd as the muscles in her hands twitched on their own as she seen claws lengthen and Peirce the ends of her gloves, and she trembled and squirmed at the sensation of her spine lengthening. She felt as though her entire spine was momentarily a separate thing from her, writhing around under her skin as a long but narrow tail slipped out the back, just a bit longer than the dress skirt- and it ended in a spade tip.

(Just making a few changes. He will find them sexy, don't worry about that. Of course, everyone else will see you as a freak but, meh, can't win them all.) He grinned inwardly as he could feel her muscles tighten with worry. (I guess the real issue is that, everyone knows you couldn't have done this yourself. They will know someone else did it to you. That you were their toy.)

"Beuus stop! T-turn me back please!" Jezebel paled as she felt an outward pressure in her groin and sudden friction on the 'panties'.

Beuus chuckled. (Turn you back? Who said these were temporary changes? Its already in effect girl, better get used to them. Especially since you'll be strutting that tainted body around in front of everyone soon.)

Jezebel shook her head in disbelief and mouthed the word 'no' as she seen the bulge forming on the front of the skirt, and could feel the rubbing against it on the inside! She wearily lifted the skirt in the front, bunching it in her hands at the hip to see a huge penis jutting from her! It was black and leathery at he base but tapered quickly to bright bubblegum pink with only a few tiny stray dots of black. The corona was broader than a normal human penis and almost slightly upturned like an exaggerated 'helmet head'. The edges of the glans were also lined with rounded but firm bumps! She could feel the throbbing of its veins, and her hand wrapped around its upper length. It felt so good, but that only emphasized to her she had been tuned into a monster against her will! It wasn't so much even the changes that bothered her, it was the fact she didn't make them- someone else changed her body! Her eyes narrowed at the base of the cock though. It had no balls to accompany it, and it jutted from where her clit would be, except it didn't push the dress away- it grew from the dress!

"This isn't me, its you!"

Beuus burst into hearty laughter for a good long minute. (Oh but you should have seen yourself! You looked like you were going to piss yourself. Good thing I emptied you out already.)

"B-but why can I move them...and feel them?"

(You underestimate how deep into your body I am currently wedged. Our nervous systems are partially wired together at the moment. Alexandre took amusement in fucking you over metaphorically. So let's fuck him over literally.)

Beuus told her to approach Alex and come on strong, she could lure him back to the same spot behind the bathroom after. She was blushing a bit and very nervous. The tail was mostly hidden under the skirt and the cock went to a half chub to prevent an obvious bulge. The wings folded down and hugged the skirt to almost look like a part of it. Beuus made sure to walk her up to him picking her approach carefully so she stood in the man's shadow. Jezebel started rather awkwardly but Beuus grew the rear tongue even longer, working its way deeper into her butt making her squirm a bit, flush red in the face and hasten her approach with Alex, if for no other reason than to make Beuus stop. To help her along, Beuus forced her arms back behind her, which in turn projected her chest out on display, and the muscle ribbing inside the chest squeezed the bottoms, forcing her cleavage to bulge out the opening a bit. Alex both enjoyed the view and was amused she would come onto him like this, he would take her for a ride and then brush her off to go to the party- sounded like an ideal night to him! Beuus wasn't here to allow Jezebel to be used by a rat like this though- the demon was the only one allowed to use her now! The edges of Jezebel's shadow were momentarily bordered by hateful orange runes that spread into Alex's shadow before vanishing unnoticed by the mortals. Already at half mast, Alex's penis went to diamond stiffness instantly, which quickly turned to a painful tightness! He didn't just want Jezebel- he NEEDED her! He grabbed her by the waist like a dog trying to hump its master's leg, but she backed out a bit to lure him to the hiding spot. Jezebel was still quite embarrassed but now also a bit giddy, being able to just pick and take down a guy she likes on the spot.

Even out of the public view, doing this outside in broad daylight had her heart hammering. The veins on his cock throbbed rock hard and his glans turned purpled with need. He unzipped and pulled his pants down a ways and then reached out to pull up her skirt but Beuus made Jezebel grab his wrists and hold him. She went in for a quick kiss and then pilled back a bit in hesitation, trying to force him to return it, and he did. While he kissed her the skirt of the dress opened in the front and the cock returned to nearly full mast, retaining just enough sponginess as to not immediately rip the guy open. He broke the kiss and his eyes went wide in shock, but he didn't have time to actually protest as Jezebel entered him sneakily while he was distracted. Still holding his wrists she forcefully moved his hands to his side and thrust into him, with his back against the wall. Jezebel was only half in control, being coaxed to pin his hands, but completely puppeteered into thrusting in, Beuus used her impulsive squirming from the two tongues in her to get her to thrust. He could simply force her normally, but it was much more fun this way. Only a third of the huge cock could comfortably fit inside Alex, but the thrusting increased in strength quickly, and started to cram a bit more, and a bit more. He was feeling mighty full on the inside by the time she got half the monster into him. The bumps that lined the head dragged on the inside and the shaft dragged across his prostate making him moan. He was too horny to think about the situation properly, it was happening too fast for him to question why Jezebel had a penis and was fucking him instead of the other way around, and each thrust felt too good for him to speak any understandable sounds other than grunts. Jezebel enjoyed the feeling, and Beuus mimicked the motion inside of her with the tongue that writhed in her pussy. She also enjoyed her view- Alex's firm abs and his furiously rigid cock bouncing against her stomach, and twitching with each pass over his prostate. She could see his heart beat within each near-bursting vein webbed across his shaft. Being a lot less shy about punishing him for his attitude against Jezebel in the past- when Beuus detected them getting close he made a move. Beuus force Jezebel in deeper. Alex's moans now were half in pain as the cock forced itself deeper, his prostate was being demolished and he was forced to orgasm almost instantly but because of the tremendous pressure, nothing could come out of his cock! More and more of the monstrous shaft was forced into him as the bulge visible in his gut became bigger and more defined. Jezebel's mouth hung open from the sensation bombarding her- she was at the point of orgasm but Beuus held her on the edge, so she continued to ride at her height till the entire giant cock was in Alex, and then allowed her to explode in orgasm as Beuus whispered to her 'cum, if you enjoy being a toy'.

With hardly any time to recover, Beuus had her on the move again. They let down Alex, as he was completely passed out, whether from pain or pleasure Beuus cared little. He had devoured the sexual energy from their romp as well as a chunk of Alex's life energy, so he wasn't going to wake for a good long while and Beuus was a bit more satisfied. The huge cock went flaccid and the tissue pulled apart into strands as it softened and they retracted back into the dress, causing the phallus to vanish entirely.

Jezebel seen he was marching her to the party. "I can walk on my own you know..."

(I know, but it is better this way. You have been too reserved so I need to help you fix this situation. I agree though- it is much better if you follow my commands instead of just being puppeteered.)

Jezebel arrived at the party not to long after most arrived so conversations were still fresh and people were just starting to warm up the ball room floor. Couples in elegant attire danced and twirled to the calm rhythmic music under the twinkling light from ornate crystal chandeliers. There was a huge arched staircase on either side of the later half of the huge ball room that went up to the second level, where the higher ranked stood and spoke among themselves and looked down on the rest, people looking down onto the animals of a petting zoo. Noea was not yet present among them, he would arrive fashionable late as usual. Beuus wasted no time, once Jezebel downed a cup of punch of her own will, he had her on the ball room floor. She was the only one dancing solo, and Beuus prevented her from leaving yet offered no help dancing. Jezebel had no idea how to dance and it was terribly awkward. One by one people stopped to look at her with a mix of putty and disgust that Jezebel was even allowed into this event. Jezebel nearly fell over, swooping suddenly as her dance started to take on more elegance but not intentionally.

She whispered to Beuus so no other would hear. "W-what are you doing!?"

(Teaching you how to dance my dear. Close your eyes entirely. Tell me what you feel. Move to the feeling.)

Her swooping and twirling was a result of a blend of influence from the momentum she already had, and the feeling of the millions of fingers that lined the inner dress. They were caressing her very softly and with the same rhythm as the music. Without the influence of her sight as she closed her eyes, she told him it felt like she was falling. Falling into an ocean of cool, soft sheets, so soft and gentle that she fell past them endlessly. The improvement and boldness of her dance did nothing to turn attention from her however, and only called more attention if anything. The dance floor half cleared out in fear of colliding with her when they seen her eyes weren't even open. Her eyes shot open quickly enough though when she heard Noea call down to her.

He stood leaned over the top railing of the second level, calling Jezebel with an agitated tone, and diverted unwanted eyes with a glare. He did not want to be seen with her but he also didn't want her loose on the party. She dashed upstairs momentarily forgetting she wore Beuus. The demon had gone silent, and his caress had ceased the moment Noea's voice called out. Jezebel rushed to his side with a beaming smile of anticipation, while Noea clearly felt nothing but annoyance.

"I can't believe you got out of that. Your hands were bound! Ugh, I don't even want to know how you managed it."

Her smile dimmed but did not leave. "But I did! I knew I could prove myself! Now we can hang out here at the party. I promise I won't get in your way, I just want to be around you and get to know you better is all."

"Don't make promises you cannot keep. And you can't be seen with me HERE! Geeze what are you thinking. Look, a deal is a deal, you can be near me between classes, or I guess walking to and from the dorms. Preferably no talking. Now that I think about it more, there is a good deal of time spent going to and from places...you should be grateful."

Her smile became a shadow of its former self. "Oh...OK. Well, I guess that's alright. AH!"

Her dress suddenly fell away to ashes, leaving her entirely nude on the second level of the party! She quickly tried to cover herself with her hands and her face turned beet red. Noea just looked away and shook his head at her. Ash started to materialise out of the air and spiral together into the middle of the roof of the huge chamber. Everyone looked up as it started to heat up, and at the center of the spiral the ashes ignited into live embers, forming the hovering vision of Beuus' eye! Noea did not have the chance to speak up again, for when he looked down at the pain in his chest he seen only a demon's hand formed of shadows, clutching his severed heart through a gaping hole in his torso. Tossing the still throbbing heart away- Beuus' ashes entered Noea's body though mouth and nose and in the no longer bleeding hole, a solid black heart formed where a humans had once been. His eyes tuned black with golden iris, his hair grew a bit longer and his nails to claws. A single ribbed horn grew from his right temple and arched around the side of his head, ending in a large outward hook off the back. It was no longer Noea, it was now Beuus. Devouring nearly the entirety of the human's soul and stealing his mortal body allowed him to manifest and remain in the human realm. With a gesture from his hand he restored Jezebel's original clothing to her, and quickly wrapped and arm around her lower back and took her other hand to interlace their fingers. Leading, Beuus started to dance with her. Jezebel did not know what to think, and looked embarrassed to the gawking people of the silenced party. No one moved. Their faces were frozen in horrified reaction to Noea being killed, they were unable to move now, sealed by Beuus' unchained power.

"You look confused my dear. We had fun, did we not? You are a wonderful pet, and that Noea was a horrid fellow. You chased him nearly to oblivion simply because you needed something to try for. But why not me?"

"Huh?"

Beuus kissed her deeply, slipping a hand under her shirt to cup a bare breast and squeeze an erect nipple between his ring and middle finger. Without breaking the kiss he knelt her down and pulled out his cock and balls out. Jezebel was flushed red and breathless from it all, shaking her head in uncertainty and embarrassment. No one could move but Jezebel and Beuus, but they could all still see, and hear. Beuus dismissed her reluctance at their expense and gently pushed her down to enter her. She cooed at the sensation, and her pussy clenched and moistened at the thought that while it was Beuus using it, it was technically Noea's dick in her! He picked up his pace quickly, and grabbed her thighs to steady her against his aggressive thrusts. With no bra, even with her shirt still on her breasts rocked and bounced wildly as she was laying almost completely back. She moaned breathlessly and found herself mesmerised watching him thrusting into her. The hole stopped bleeding, but it never healed shut- she could clearly see the black heart inside his chest, throbbing. That heart held not hate but mercy for her, it actually tried to reach out to her. She had chased and fought to gain others' hearts, but this was the first to fight for her. They climaxed together as everyone else fell to the floor, having their paralysis suddenly removed.

Jezebel groaned contentedly. "I'm...yours."

Beuus just smiled. "I know."