Futa Transformation

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A Demon on a Prowl

Sinnon leaned back in his seat, cock out, hard in his hand, a grin stretching wider and wider against his lips. He should have been just fine where he was, though he was not just human, in his shitty little apartment, all he could afford on his starting wage at a finance office, a place where debauchery and sin were in high demand. Of course, Sinnon had not always been there, for he had not always had to take on a human body, even if it was something of a disguise. His true form, even then, was kept under wraps.

But his grin stretched wider and wider, teeth sharpening, a truly sick, sadistic grin, blonde hair becoming black, floating around his head as if possessed by an otherworldly force. His cock swelled into his hand, pumping up thick and full, longer and longer, from six inches to eight, then ten, twelve, all the way up to fifteen. Not that Sinnon cared about that, though it was all in proportion to his body, skin turning a dark red, though the black mark on his chest, the mark of the shunned, was not something that many in the human world would see. If anyone had seen it, perhaps while he was plunging balls-deep into them, he had killed them afterwards. But thoughts of murders when the pleasure and the lust had been little more than a passing fancy were not the kind of thoughts that he wanted to linger on.

A demon, banished from hell: who would have thought? And who would have thought that the human world could be just as much of a hell as the one that scorned, wretched souls were tossed down to? But Sinnon didn't care about that, for he was more than able to wreak havoc up in the living world, an immortal being, grin stretching unnaturally wide. A pointed tail with a spade-shaped tip flicked back and forth from his rump, his body lean and yet muscled as if he had been sculpted by an artist, the rich, red hue of his skin demonstrating his true form.

"Ah... Fuck... Yes..."

Sinnon hissed through his teeth, able to see perfectly in the living area of his apartment, even though the lights were off. The hour had to be close to three in the morning and yet that was another quirk of demons, even as his hand slid up and down his slowly slickening cock, hair settling as he took on his true form, eyes shining with rabid intensity: demons did not need to sleep as much as mortals. A little, yes, but no more than that.

And, right there, that night, he didn't have to think about anything other than his own pleasure. Something that demons, not so surprisingly, were particularly good at. His pointed tail flicked back and forth as he rolled his hips up, cock thrusting into his hand, though his hand was small in comparison to his dick, fingers barely closing around it. With a hiss, Sinnon let a little more of his demonic energy flow to the forefront of his mind, his nails sharpening into black claws, eyes wide, staring, as if the pupils were no longer present. Of course, they were still there, though the demon's true nature concealed behind a glare of white yellow.

One night to himself, one where he didn't have to cause chaos - and yet that was what Sinnon chose. The demon snarled, showing lines of sharp, white teeth, thrusting into his hand as pre-cum rolled down his cock. It was slick, too much for any human to produce, yet he had lived in the ring of lust for long enough, as a demon, to not have allowed it to influence him, bit by bit. Maybe that was why it had been so easy for him to leave hell, even if Sinnon had not truly had a choice in the matter, considering his banishment up to the living world, the sickening twist of mortals and sinners, even those that were destined, one way or another, for the pearly white gates of heaven. They sickened him and he heaved for breath, his narrow chest expanding as he dragged breath after breath into his lungs.

No... That was why the thrill of pleasure coursing through him had to be had, the pulse of it making his cock even harder, though Sinnon had no real goal in mind. Maybe that was the sloth in him, the lazy side that gave in to another part of his demonic desires.

"Unff... Fuck, yes..."

He only had pleasure, the clasp of his hand around his cock, stroking up and down, pumping the length as the skin of his cock slid back lightly, only a little but enough to add an extra touch of sensation, something different. And Sinnon needed that, very much, for the same old thing could only be interesting to him alone for so long.

He licked his lips, allowing his demonic tongue to grow longer, more slippery, though he didn't honestly have a fixed form in mind. All he knew was that all that power inside him had to have somewhere to go, throbbing and aching and churning, swirling around inside him as if it had become a whirlpool of desire.

His grunts filled the room, even if there was no one else there to bear witness, tail snaking back and forth.

"Unnff... Nnnnggghhh..."

Those were demonic sounds slipping from his lips, yet they had every right to be there. He groaned, eyes falling half-lidded, though he was right where he wanted to be, rocking his weight back and forth. Sinnon could have imagined that he was thrusting into a partner, though all he really had to do was to remain careful of his claws where his hand slid up and down, even sweeping down to his nuts to squeeze and caress.

That was different, a softer sensation curling through with the prick of his claws against his sack. He was careful, however, not to press down too hard: he was into causing pain to sexual partners, who willingly took it, not taking it for himself. In that sense, Sinnon was very much a dom, licking his lips, imagining that he had a partner there.

Who would he have? He groaned, pumping his cock more and more quickly, the sound of his hand sliding up and down the hot, throbbing spire of flesh filling the room. It was just what he needed, though he could barely decide whether he wanted a man or a woman, another gender, even intersex. And, of course, others were not possible in humankind but very much so as a demon...

Sinnon smirked, his grin stretching, eyes opening wider to show a flash of yellow-white, though his body glowed with dark energy. It splintered through him as if his skin was cracking with black lines, covered from head to toe in breaks, though it would only reveal something more.

"Yessss..." He hissed, delight coursing through him, a hair's breadth below the surface. "More... Come to me..."

His powers, in the human world, may have been limited, and yet the demonic pull of energy was not to be forgotten as it curled through him, the air shifting, pulling and rippling, curtains swaying back and forth increasingly wildly. Yet all Sinnon had to focus on was the energy within him, just how he could shift and mould and shape his body to his will.

Demons, after all, even while banished, had to make their own fun and chaos... And Sinnon most certainly would too!

He grunted thickly, the sound rising from the back of his throat, tail curled around his thigh, though his body changed with every beat of his heart. A transformation, one that he would only see as it played out around him, but one thing that he did know was that he would not end the night and the transformation as the same sex, and gender too, as he had begun.

"Yes... Mmm... Ohhh!"

He moaned out his lust and pleasure as it tingled through him, aching in the pit of his stomach. One scale after the other, as black as the deepest pits of hell, appeared on his body, dotting him all over at first as if he had been spotted by a brush, then touching one another as the sheer number of scales became so numerous that Sinnon's body became denser with them. There was more black than there was red, the black scales sweeping up and over his head, hair falling away.

It would not be needed anymore, after all, not then, not with what it was that he wanted, following his whims, the flow of energy in the room growing stronger and stronger. He wriggled his toes, leaning back, though his cock did not leave his hand for even a moment, panting, tail whipping back and forth.

"Fuck... Nggghhh..."

Sinnon moaned aloud, twisting his head from side to side, pre-cum spilling slickly down his cock. He'd never need lubrication, not even the once, not to slide into any kind of partner, always finding one way or the other to make his cock fit. It was just the way it was for him, rocking his hips, rising to his feet without even thinking about it, his tail behind him for balance, lightly brushing against the sofa.

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