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Shattered Shards: Hell's Henchman

By Von Krieger

Colin bolted upright in bed, gasping for breath. He clasped his arms over his chest expecting a crushing pain, but instead he felt nothing. He couldn't quite remember why he was expecting agony, but somehow his body was surprised by its absence.

He looked around and found himself in a candlelit room that was completely unfamiliar to him. The sheets beneath him were silk and the covers atop were satin. Both were a shimmering red-orange in color, as were the walls, ceiling, and floor. All of the room looked like it had been carved from some strange sort of marble, orange-red shot through with veins of black.

The air was warm and dry with a strange sulfurous sense upon it. The room was not any Colin was familiar with, and it didn't seem to be the sort that would be in a hospital. Though Colin couldn't quite remember why he should be in a hospital, or why he should have expected the pain of broken bones when he awoke.

Nor could he figure out why he was unable to move his legs from the bed; he could move them around just fine, but the moment he tried to swing them over the side or to step off the bed they refused to obey his commands. His arms, too, couldn't reach beyond. Trying to hurl himself off was right out.

As Colin tried to solve the puzzle, the door to his room opened with the shrill squeak of hinges in need of oil. His eyes widened and he gasped in shock and horror at the sight of what walked in. It was nearly 9 feet in height, with sleek, blood red skin, spiraling black horns, gleaming onyx talons, and a massive reptilian tail. It was female, he supposed, in that it had breasts but a second look down its naked body left him more confused than anything. It seemed to be male and female in one, as well as a mix between several creatures. The only beasts that had such features were ones out of mythology.

"Mythology indeed," said the creature, "now give it some thought. Take a good look at me and see if you can figure out where you are." It said in a surprisingly sexy female voice.

The colors, the heat, and the demonic form of the thing that stood before him led Colin to one conclusion; that he died and was in hell.

"That is correct," the demon said with a smile, somehow able to read Colin's thoughts, "you have gone on to your reward in the afterlife."

Colin began to protest, nothing he could think of that he had done was deserving of eternal punishment and damnation.

"It's not a matter of wickedness and sin," the demon said, sitting upon Colin's bed, "but rather of there not being any alternative in place at the moment. You might be aware of some globe spanning changes lately. Two entire universes blended together to become one. The result is a rather strange mix of both versions of Earth that has become greater than the sum of its parts, strange new technologies to the world we came from, and the introduction of the supernatural into your own."

Colin found himself paralyzed as the demoness fixed her gaze upon him. Her irises were a glowing, golden yellow, the pupils slitted, adrift upon pools of pure, inky blackness. He could feel the force of an incredible will and power behind her gaze and knew he was helpless to resist her.

"Though your particular realm denies this entirely; it believes and teaches that the world has undergone some sort of nuclear holocaust... denial and ignorance so cloud the minds of your fellow man that the sky is similarly clouded in shame of it. It shrouds the many moons and other worlds that dot our new world's sky. Everything has been rewritten, if one had wings and could fly up above the clouds and explore these other worlds for him or herself. The atmosphere goes all the way up and spreads into space."

"And strangely the places it in your world that harbored the most belief in a divine power have not had that power claimed. It is as if your creator deities made the world and walked away long ago. With such a titanic vastness as your universe offers I can easily see why. Why limit your omnipotence to a single marble orbiting an unremarkable ball of fire when you have literally trillions of such marbles to create, shape, and explore?"

"And that is what we've happened upon here. The Joined Earth and its orbiting realms are such a stunning vastness that even the gods of Old Aerth must explore it with their own eyes, and the eyes of their worshippers. No gods have been able spread their teachings here and none likely even know of its existence."

"Belief is power, and that power upon the Old Aerth has created thousands of little, personal Hells. And it is one of these Hells that has discovered a city-state filled with untapped divine power, and no opposition to that lays claim to it. For the moment there is no Heaven, and as the beliefs or so conflicted, every person is condemned by many others to Hell. After all, their own tiny, personal subset of religious beliefs MUST be the true one, after all they are the center of existence and their thoughts are the only ones that truly matter." The demon said with a laugh.

"But I don't want to spend the rest of eternity in Hell," Colin protested, finally managing to find his voice. "Isn't there some sort of thing I can do? Traditionally there's always some sort of way out of the underworld..."

The demoness nodded, her black lips parting to reveal the sharp teeth of a meat tearing predatory creature; "Yes, there is; the traditional exchange of souls. You can leave here if you can convince another to take your place."

"I... don't think that's going to work," Colin said, wincing, "I seriously doubt anyone is going to take my place for eternal torment."

"Well, it's not exactly eternal torment. We're not one of those whips, chains, torture racks, and red-hot pokers up the ass type places. And while most certainly some of the things we do here are considered tortures, things aren't so bad once you get used to them."

"Our particular little hell isn't the sort for eternal punishment. We take those sinful, wicked souls and try to purge that darkness from them. In the old world we would trade souls with other Hells in order to acquire those more to our liking. Those that could not be purified and sold to the higher planes would either be sold again to another Hell or kept on and transformed over time into a demon." She said with a wink.

"Reproduction is a mortal act and can only be achieved during a mortal lifetime. A thousand years is about the cutoff point for a demon to bear offspring. Beyond that at least one of the partners will need to be a mortal, or at least a demigod in power. They'll breed with anything, you know, mortal women, prized bulls, swans, fruit trees, basically anything that moves, or at least sways in the wind."

"Anyway, you are curious about what you can do to leave?"

Colin nodded rapidly, trusting the demoness to be truthful about the whole eternal torment thing.

"While you say you cannot think of one willing soul that would take your place, I'm sure you could think of a handful that would deserve punishment. Until your soul has been parted from the material plane for 24 hours, you are still considered to be mortal and alive. If you return to your realm and mark three dark souls for us to claim, we are willing to release our claim upon your spirit, allowing you to remain on the material plane until your body dies again."

Colin took a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah, I can think of a few people from my life who aren't particularly nice. I'd rather have them down here than me."

The demoness smiled and leaned down, planting a burning hot kiss upon Colin's forehead. He cried out in pain as the demon's lips seared their mark in his flesh.

"Mmm..." the demoness purred, "I have marked you as mine, making you my emissary in the mortal realm until the rise of the next full moon."

Colin felt the heat of the kiss spreading from the burning brand upon his forehead, oozing through his veins and centering in his loins. For the first time he noticed that he was without clothes, having awoken completely naked. He blushed as he felt himself growing aroused, blood beginning to pump into his member at the urging of the demoness.

"But in order to mark these individuals, to further my plans for your corner of the world, I need you to be a bit more than you are." She said, her large, taloned hand encircling Colin's shaft.

He couldn't help but moan and thrust into her grip; her sanguine toned skin was soft and smooth to the touch. He could feel her inner fire, manifested as the heat of her body. The human was hard as a rock in an instant. And most disconcertingly so was the demoness.

More confused now than frightened of her, Colin looked over his patron, knowing her name the moment Aeshma's will imparted a portion of her power unto him. She was still absolutely massive and quite frightening; half again his own height and likely several times his weight. The demon's crimson skin covered a powerful, muscular frame; generally feminine shape, but with the lean power of a predator.

Rather than the goat and serpent-based demons that filled the mythology that Colin knew, Aeshma seemed to be based off of the dinosaur; the Tyrannosaurus rex to be precise. Though her hips resembled a human woman's feminine curves, a second glance revealed that they were the broad and powerful legs of a bipedal beast, the predatory pinnacle of its time.

She had walked somewhat hunched over, as if anchored down by the massive weight of her bountiful breasts. Merely due to her height they were the largest Colin had ever seen, but even in proportion to the rest of her they were incredibly large, the lower portion attaching to her frame halfway between the usual place and her navel, allowing the twin orbs to swell even larger than they normally would. She could nearly hide a person between them.

Long, thick, lustrous navy-blue hair cascaded down her shoulders and back, ending just above her thick, powerful tail; Colin couldn't help himself- he reached up and ran his fingers through it; surprised that it was silky soft and not scratchy and rough like he would expect that of a demon to be.

She was stunningly beautiful, even with her rather bestial features. Her legs bent backward, like those of the beast, and each of the two fingers and thumb upon each hand was tipped with a wicked looking black claw that Colin instinctively knew could cleave stone. But as she caressed his manhood he knew he was safe from harm.

Her tail was as long as she was tall, tipped with a sharp black spade shaped of bone from the end. It came to a spear-like point and looked rather dangerous. Smooth, black horns curled back from her temples like those of a ram, but unlike a ram these did not continue to curl but turned straight forward after curving 180 degrees.

Her face was strange, halfway between that of a human woman and a prehistoric monster. Her eyes were reptilian, but were placed in a human manner, perched above her bestial muzzle. Her broad snout featured lush, full jet black lips that covered her sharp canine teeth. A long, black, forked tongue slithered from her maw, curling around a fist-sized nipple.

But what really drew Colin's attention was the impressive package between the demoness' legs. The pitch-shaded cock was as long as Colin's leg and even thicker around. It protruded from an animalistic sheath, and appeared just as bestial. It reminded Colin of an equine length, long, large, and thick with a ring around the middle. But where a horse's shaft would flatten out Aeshma's cock flared outwards and then slowly narrowed to a point; her length ending in a three-dimensional spade shape.

"I think we'll both enjoy what I'm about to do with this." Aeshma said with a grin.

-o-

Colin's eyes widened; his body not wanting that titanic prick to have anything to do with him. Especially not anything that had to do with being inside of him.

"Oh don't worry," Aeshma said, positioning herself, "I'm not going to be putting anything in you, you're going to be putting a little something in me."

This only confused the young man further, but as the demoness coaxed him into position, tugging on his cock he saw what she was going to do. She was most definitely large enough for it, but Colin was not sure that he wanted to engage in the act with a creature from the bowels of hell. Aeshma gave him no choice, however, lining him up and with a thrust of her hips engulfed Colin's shaft with her own. The human cried out as her hot, wet depths surrounded him- as strange as this act was it felt quite good; Aeshma's urethra surrounded his member and milked it as strongly as any pussy could ever hope.

Her precum leaked generously, coating Collins waist, thighs, and balls with her hot, steaming juices. He felt like it ought to be burning him, that he should be screaming in pain from having his loins doused with burning hot lubrication. But instead her heat was oddly comforting and pleasurable, enhancing his sexual experience. He couldn't help but wrap his hands around her member in order to aid him in fucking it.

"Mmm... there you go, my dear. Just relax, do what feels natural to you, do what feels fun." Aeshma purred.

It felt like a dream to Colin, perhaps the strangest wet dream he'd ever had, only that it wasn't. Everything felt real, far more real than the phantom sensations of slumber spawned fantasies. He found his head filled with strange ideas, desires, and things he wanted to try. To his suddenly practiced eye he knew that if he leaned downward just a bit he could...

"Ooh!" the demoness moaned, "That's perfect, just the spot."

Aeshma's titanic cock was a mix of male and female organs, at first glance it appeared to be entirely a massive male member, but its sheer size was enough to contain a perfectly functional pussy within it. Somehow Colin had known right where the demon's g-spot was.

It felt good to thrust into her at an angle, her inner walls providing texture and resistance upon his rock-hard shaft. He leaned a bit further forward, his hands sliding along Aeshma's length, putting her wondrous tits right in front of him.

Colin moaned softly as her hot, smooth skin pressed against his cheek, a soft sizzling sound heard as he traced his tongue over the crimson surface. Her heat was enough to boil his saliva, but oddly enough it didn't harm him in the slightest. In fact the heat spurred him on; it seemed to seep into him, further igniting the fires of his lust.

Her nipples were just as oversized as the rest of her, but somehow Colin managed to take one in his mouth. Soft, sweet, sleek, shiny... all were words that came to mind when he thought of their glistening darkness. The demoness' hand held his head gently against her breast and she stroked his hair. Her touch was electric.

"Do be careful little one; there are consequences for drinking the nectar of a demoness as powerful as I. Not to say you won't enjoy them immensely, but do keep in mind that they are there, nonetheless."

Colin ignored the warning. Consequences be damned. He was enjoying himself immensely in bed; Aeshma had far more to offer than any of the women he'd had during his mortal lifetime. Whatever happened, it didn't really matter. Something inside Colin spurred him on, to see to the demoness' pleasure rather than his own.

He had no words to describe the taste that spread over his tongue. It was beyond any of the flavors he had ever tasted. Every meal afterward would pale in comparison to the thick nectar that he drew from the demoness' breast. It burned, but in a good way, its heat spreading from his mouth, down his throat, into his belly, and from there to the rest of his body.

Aeshma chuckled and wrapped her arms around the human, her bare skin incredible against her own. Colin found himself wishing that she had wings in order to wrap him further with her sweet, hot flesh. Or, perhaps better yet, wings of his own. Aeshma chuckled, curving her tail around between her legs, and between Colin's. She used it to pull him even tighter against her. Her embrace was all the heaven Colin would ever need.

"Climax for me, little one, climax and I'll start you on your journey..." she whispered. The great creature leaned down, her long, black, forked tongue snaking from her mouth, long enough to slither down her breast and slip between Colin's own lips. Her saliva was like the greatest aphrodisiac the world had ever known. It made every cell in his body yearn for her, throbbing, aching, overwhelmed with lust.

"Don't be shy, all your anxieties will be gone in a moment. Just release yourself, spill that little bit of life force into me, give me a way in..."

Colin heard her words, but didn't quite understand them. He wasn't sure what she wanted, and all he desired was to be like this, loving her, pressed up against her, serving her, for all time.

Aeshma made a sound that was half growl and half giggle as she dug her clawed hands into Colin's rump. He felt flesh give way beneath her talons, but there was no pain, there was not even any blood, just a sensation of her against him taken tenfold.

He cried out, his member erupting with a powerful torrent of seed, everything his body contained that could create new life from his own. It left him in a single, powerful surge, slurped up eagerly by the demon's body. The throes of climax continued, but without the accompanying spurts of further fluid. Instead each moment seemed to draw something into him, something dark, hot, sinister, and yet wonderful.

"There we are, my pet." Aeshma purred, withdrawing her claws from Colin. The skin no worse for the wear save for a little redness.

The human slumped against his mistress, snuggling up to her, basking in her warmth. She petted him, stroked him, ran her fingers through his hair. Her touch tickled terribly, and it made Colin giggle as she played with his hair. She seemed to be drawing it out, coaxing it to grow. If he'd been looking Colin would've noticed that the roots were coming out pure white. As his hair reached past his shoulders in length, the color began spreading through the tips until it tinted every strand the shade of snow.

The bright red coloration of the claw marks upon Colin's rear began to spread as well, his skin taking on the same crimson shade as Aeshma's. Not merely the tint, but the texture as well, sleek, smooth, and perfect beyond the ability of the mortal body to perform. Imperfections and blemishes banishing beneath a gleaming tide of bright blood red. As the demonic coloration spread it began to alter Colin's form to go along with it.

Aeshma rubbed her pet's rear, reshaping it to a respectable roundness. Colin moaned softly at the touch, not noticing a change in the tone of his voice. An outgrowth of the hips came next, along with quite a lot of narrowing in the waist. She traced her fingertips up her pet's side, pulling the change along.

With a single hand she picked him up, pulling Colin away from her, their still erect shafts parting with a wet slurp. The changing human made soft sounds of protest, but Aeshma resumed her caresses. Even more so, her obsidian lips parted, planting kisses upon Colin's neck and shoulders, each leaving the perfect silhouette of a kiss upon his skin in purest claret. In a few moments they too began to spread over his skin.

Aeshma traced her talon-tips down Colin's legs, leaving faint trails of red from his hips to his knees. She ran her hands down his calves, leaving broader swaths of cherry down to his feet. She took one foot in both of her hands, rubbing them deeply, drawing a groan from Colin. Though her touch was hard, it was no more so than that of a strong massage, but still bones cracked softly within them. Toes merged from five to two, the nails turning black just as skin was stained forever red as they grew as well.

The demon repeated the process, leaving the feet to change on their own, working on her pet's calves. Once more bones popped, shifting into the configuration of a beast. From now on Colin would stride upon wicked hooves, halfway between predatory claws and the familiar cloven hoof of a devil.

His gait was altered by his mistress' caress, more suited to matching her own. Though not giving him the hunched over stance Aeshma sported, Colin's legs were suited quite well for running. Aeshma had a feeling that her pet would be doing a little bit of running some time soon.

The shift in function was not the only change to Colin's legs, despite their bestiality they were also quite shapely, and that shape was decidedly feminine. She moved upward, taking Colin's hands in her own, nibbling playfully upon the fingertips. She took them into her mouth, the digits entering in twos, tan, and adorned with short nails. They left as a single merged digit, tipped with a gleaming black talon, and colored the same radiant red as the rest of Colin's transforming body.

She brushed silken snow white strands from Colin's face, the demonic taint spreading from her touch, altering the former human's features. The changes left the basic traits of Colin's face alone, but feminized them and enhanced them, granting the increasingly female half-demon an exotic beauty that could bewitch man and woman alike. Lips grew perfectly puffy and eternally black and sleek, the perfect onyx hue forever without makeup.

A clawtip playfully flicked each ear, forcing it into a smooth elven point, adding further to Colin's otherworldly beauty. He began to moan softly, his voice sultry, seductive, and unmistakably female. Aeshma trailed her tongue down her pet's neck, stopping to circle around each nipple, turning them as black as night and to stir a slight swelling in the flesh around them.

Her tongue lapped at Colin's manhood, drawing passionate cries from the still dazed pet. The last unaltered portion of the once human, it offered not resistance to her corrupting caress, the skin of the shaft becoming black, and sack the same sweet red as the rest of Colin.

Unlike the rest of him, Colin's member was not feminized; in fact it was growing larger, thicker. The new demon cried out in bliss as his... her shaft surged in size within her mistress' maw. Aeshma's own still put Colin's to shame, but it was bigger than just about anything a mortal male would have. A mortal male human, at least.

Longer and longer, thicker and thicker, even the slightest increase in volume seemed to turn her pleasure up another notch. A feral hiss of delight left Colin's throat as her mistress caressed her sack, imparting growth upon them, making them match to the increasingly bestial member that continued to grow within her mouth.

With a chuckle she drew back, leaving her pet panting, newly demonic eyes, yellow with slit pupils upon pure blackness, looking up at Aeshma, begging for more. She looked down upon her altered member, nearly a foot and a half in length, as thick as her forearm, and utterly animalian in nature. It looked like that of a horse, with its long length, its red-skinned sheath surrounding the base, and the thick ring in the middle. Though the head was a bit different. Rather than the flat trumpet shape, it seemed to round up at the edges, making a very slight, bowl-shaped indent.

"There you are, my dear, everything you need to complete the task required for you back in the mortal world." Aeshma said proudly, looking over her creation.

The new demoness looked herself over, comparing herself to her mistress. She felt wonderful but... it didn't seem quite right. She was missing several of the usual demonic features, for one, fangs, wings, horns; she didn't even have a spade-tipped tail.

Aeshma chuckled, "Those are rewards, my dear, promotions as it were onto a greater class of demon. But they would require a permanent bonding to this form, as it were. There is a great deal of latitude that can be taken with your form and still leaving you mortal. If we go any further you would be marked forever as demonic. Of course you'll already be marked as such for what you'll have to do to cement yourself back on the living world so..."

Colin grinned, her taloned hands tracing up her toned midsection, cupping her budding breasts, caressing them as they expanded outward. She loved the way her new form felt, still male on a technicality, but it was most certainly more fun to look at and play with than her mortal male form. She wouldn't mind keeping it at all. Her human male self had died, after all. There wasn't really anything from Colin's old life that was worth keeping.

Well... except maybe for a few grudges.

"So there's nothing to lose but my somewhat generic demonic shape?" the new, unnamed demoness asked with a grin.

"Well, you would be bound to one of the orders, expected to influence the mortal world in some way while you remain apart of it... which could be quite some time, considering half-demons don't age past young adulthood."

The young demoness licked her lips, admiring her crimson form once more, "So I have centuries as a smokin' hottie in front of me, hmm?"

Aeshma grinned, "As long as you don't succumb to violence, my dear. But then again, those of my line fair well in both avoiding combat, as well as excelling while engaged in it. Do you want to be mine, little demoness, truly mine?"

The nameless demon nodded her head.

"Excellent." Purred Aeshma, "Now if you'd just sit up we can begin."

The new demon blinked a few times, then sat up in the bed. Her view had been blocked by the crumpled covers and her positioning. She quickly realized that her mistress has been pleasuring herself for quite some time. The immortal demoness didn't need to breath, so she hadn't been gasping or panting with the pleasure that the smaller demoness knew she would experience with a cock that size.

She barely had time to form the thought before her world turned pure red. It was soft, sticky, blazing hot, and above all else delicious. Immortal demonseed splattered over her body, which seemed to drink it in, drawing a portion of her queen's dark essence into herself, welcoming it into her heart and soul. It felt so freeing, her mortal and moral restraints being ever so slightly eroded, shifted, sculpted, remaking her into the perfect being to spread her mistress' message in the material world.

As her spirit altered, dark powers making themselves manifest within her, she felt her body responding in kind. It wasn't the same feeling of sweet corruption that her mistress had brought upon her, its gentle warmth and caress over her body was nothing more than a pale imitation of what Aeshma could offer her.

"Complete your task, my dear, and I'll reshape any part of you that you desire." The demon queen purred.

That was enough motivation for the new demoness to complete her task, to find a replacement (or replacements) mortal(s) to take her place in Hell while she roamed the mortal world.

Despite their inability to compare to Aeshma's touch, the alterations still felt quite good. The demon moaned and writhed in the seed-soaked sheets, still more of her mistress' cum splattering onto her body, fuelling further change.

She felt her legs continuing to alter, going further down the bestial path they had started upon. They grew shorter, but thick, more powerful, more suited to the saurian predator that her mistress resembled rather than the bipedal creatures that she stalked. Her cloven hooves shifted as well, becoming more like massively clawed toes than proper hooves. The two toes were joined by a third, the claw upon them becoming even more massive, so much so that it altered the alignment of the toe, allowing it to curl into a massive, wicked, cutting claw that looked to be formed of purest obsidian.

Her hips and rump continued to widen and her waist narrow, almost into a caricature of the ideal female form. If she was going to be bereft of wings, like Aeshma, she was going to need a way to get herself going at quite a speed, and her powerful hunter's legs would grant her that, as well as being a bit more aesthetically pleasing.

Paired with was an increase in the weight upon her chest. Already generous by most standards they grew to wonderfully stripperific proportions. They would always be perfectly positioned, perfect to the touch, perfect in their pertness. Her rack would be the envy of every woman and the fantasy of every man.

She cried out as a new sensation struck her, serpentine, soft, slow, sweet, a new appendage that seemed almost pulled from the base of her spine by invisible hands: molded into a powerful, muscular, tapering length... a long, sensual, succulent tail, like that of her mistress. It even had a pitch black spade upon the tip, though it was soft, supple flesh, while that of her mistress was a sharp and dangerous weapon.

A minor discomfort coaxed her to roll onto her belly, her cock and nipples pressing against the warmth slickness of the bed, making her moan. Black spines pushed their way free of her body, forming a perfect line down her neck, over her spine, and down onto her tail. She growled like a beast, her talons hands clawing at the covers. She loved the sensation of her body transforming, her pride at her growing demonic dinosaur traits translated into erotic arousal and pleasure. She hissed with delight, her forked tongue flicking out from between four elongated, aphrodisiac venom-filled fangs.

A translucent amethyst membrane grew between the spikes, giving her a proud, brightly colored crest. The large frill was quickly joined by several others, smaller, not continuous. They started just below her shoulders, rising only an inch or two from the skin, before falling again and vanishing, only to reappear a hand's span lower, repeating the pattern. They appeared in pairs, one to each side of the main crest, all the way down to the tip of her tail.

Her tail spade also had begun to transform, altering from black to purple to match her crest, four thick spikes protruding from it at 45 degree angles to her tail, along with a single, longer spine upon the tip of her tail. The spade grew along with the spines, still as mobile and supple as ever. Dirty thoughts filled her mind of what she could do with it, most prominently be able to stroke her cock and both tits at the same time using her hands and tail.

The same feeling appeared upon her head, only far more intense. Bone popped to from anchors for the demon's new horns, all four of them. The ones upon her temples were comparatively tiny, more like decorations than anything else. But she adored them, a tiny touch to mark her as a demon. The other pair was far larger and potentially useful. Thick, black, and ribbed, they spiraled from her skull, twisting as they grew, encircling her pointed ears, which turned a bit, twisting outward from the sides of her head, assuring that she would not be thought of as properly elven.

She moaned and growled, filled with all sorts of wonderful instincts and feral delights. She felt the last drops of demonseed splatter upon her, the red substance almost like softly glowing liquid latex, thicker and far less watery than mortal seed. Her body soaked up the last of it, her final changes less of additions and more of alterations.

She felt her cock swell, adding a few inches in length and girth, putting her cock at a respectable, or terrifying to a mortal, two feet in length. She felt the swelling center upon the base, a thick knot inflating to assure that her playmates wouldn't have the opportunity to scamper off while she enjoyed them.

The odder of the two changes to her shaft was on the other end entirely; two pairs of small, narrow, six inch tendrils sprouting from the head. They were soft in comparison to her manhood's hardness, but the were also quite dextrous, able to caress and stimulate a lover from within or... or...

Oh my.

The new demoness gasped as her purpose slipped into her mind, the knowledge of the mission she was to accomplish. Her ebon lips parted in a wicked grin and she laughed as her loins continued to alter to suit her assigned objective.

Something stirred in her abdomen, an organ appearing there unlike anything that had ever existed within her frail male shell before. It was not quite a womb and there would be no opening for seed to ever fill it, but it would carry eggs nonetheless.

Her balls grew a bit out of proportion with her wonderful prick, becoming larger still. Their weight felt so wonderful between her legs. And in a moment two additional orbs joined the original pair. They weren't testicles, in fact they were the complete opposite. Their purpose was to produce demonic eggs, red and black ovoids filled with dark energy, to be united with mortal seed.

They would not be very large at first, the energies of creation and corruption within them dormant as they lay within her, but as they were expelled, they would begin to grow. They would begin at the size of chicken eggs, within moments becoming as large as a fist, reaching the volume of a football perhaps a minute after implantation. Or... -The demon grinned- if she held them within her between egg pouch and ovipositor-cock for the same length of time. That would be just as much, if not more fun.

At last her body had used up all the energy of the demonseed that had been gifted upon her by her mistress. Her sexualized body ached to attention, begged to be fondled, explored, caressed, ravished, violated, anything. But there was something more important that needed to be done, something that the half-mortal's corrupted soul craved more than anything.

She looked up at her mistress with a pleading look in her glowing amber eyes. The greater demoness smiled, stroking her newly reborn 'daughter's' chin with a fingertip, her onyx lips inches from her pet's own.

"Upon this dark day of your newly granted life, my child, I imbue you with the name Tyranna. My beautiful little saurian queen, eager to surround herself with a hive of corrupted princesses..." she whispered.

Their lips met and Tyranna's body shivered with bliss, her cock emptying itself in wondrous climax as her mistress, her mother, burned away the last traces of her old identity from within her. Now and forever she would be Tyranna, down to her very soul. Energy surged into her, fuel for all her demonic powers, forever tied to her mistress-mother, binding her eternally as Aeshma's servant. She felt a soft tickle upon her chest and upon her belly, marks identifying her as Aeshma's thrall.

"Now, as it says in one of your world's holy books, sweet succubus," Aeshma purred, holding the newly born demoness in a tight, loving embrace, "Be fruitful and multiply."

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Tyranna opened her eyes, finding herself standing in an alley, the sounds of traffic picked up by her elf-like ears. She looked down upon herself, curious to see how her mistress-mother's mark had manifested upon her. The first mark was obvious, and the demoness moaned as she cupped her second pair of breasts, smaller than the pair immediately above them, but they were still more than many mortal women could ever hope to have without implants, and they were no less sensitive than the upper pair.

The second mark was a bit more difficult to find, for with such wondrous endowments, in a double dose no less, upon her chest Tyranna had some difficulty seeing her naval. A cracked mirror proper against a nearby dumpster, however, provided her a glimpse.

Upon her ruby skin in the same lavender shade as her crest was a tattoo-like design upon her skin. It was a mix of symbols, the primary part around her naval a spiky representations of a mace, halfway between the spiked weapon and the anklyosaur tail adornment. Below it, tailing down her belly to her groin was the mace's handle, shaped more to look like a reptilian tail than a true shaft, punctuated at the end by a shape in between a spade and a triangle.

She understood the many meanings of the symbol, the demonic tail combined with the saurian traits of all Aeshma's followers, as was its alignment and appearance in regard to gender symbols. It was very much like the male sign, but it pointed down like that of the female. It represented what Aeshma, Tyranna, and many of the demon queen's followers were: technically male, but not quite. It brought a smile to the demon's face.

She strode out of the alley, making a quick series of motions with one hand, almost unconsciously. Lavender mist swirled around her for a moment and when it vanished it left the demoness fully clothed.

Well... partially clothed. Whatever she could get away with leaving uncovered was such, and everything that covered left little to the imagination. Black leather and latex adorned with silver clung to her like a second skin, the only discomfort coming from the obvious tenting of her skirt.

Tyranna loved her new body, and though she wanted to sprint to the nearest sex shop and explore all that her wicked flesh had to offer, she thought it would be infinitely more entertaining to break in her first proper sexual experience in her new flesh with a partner, perhaps introducing them to the wicked delights of a demonic form as well?

Tyranna strode down the street, licking her lips, causing heads to turn, pants to tighten, and panties to grow uncomfortably moist wherever she went. The humans of her former realm lived in ignorance, and their ignorance made it impossible for them to see her for the creature that she had become. Though even the crushing weight of human stupidity couldn't hide what she truly was.

Fucking gorgeous, that's what.

She laughed aloud at the thought, the melodious sound making men and women alike go weak in the knees. Her amber eyes peered up at a road sign, "Hmm, I think a few of my old girlfriends live around here." She thought to herself.

"It would be rude of me to drop by this part of town without paying them a visit."

This time her laughter did not bring weak knees, but feared shudders from mortal passerby.