Ross had many things he wanted to do on a Saturday morning, and none of them involved knocking on the doors of strangers. It was the dead of summer, and he was already sweating through his pressed dress shirt and pants. Beads trailed down from his short-cropped hair, occasionally stinging his eyes. He’d kill for some ice water, let alone an afternoon off. But there he was, a bundle of magazines clutched in his hand, helping to spread the word about his Lord and Savior.

“I hate Witnessing. I hate it so much,” Ross said, squeezing the roll of literature tight in his fist. He half wanted to crush them.

“Quit being so dramatic,” Michael said, jabbing an elbow sharply into Ross’ ribs. Mike was a lot of things Ross was not. He was taller, confident in his own abilities, and had that toothpaste box smile. With shoulder-length wavy hair, he was pushing the Church’s tolerance for aberrant appearance. But he got away with it. Michael always did. “We only have to do this til two. Then Pastor Dan’s pool party! Barbecue, cold drinks … Jenny’ll be there.”

Ross nodded, faking a smile. He liked Jenny. A lot. But the shit he’d have to go through for a chance at awkwardly conversing with his crush while munching on a hot dog wrapped in Wonderbread was almost not worth it. Plus swimming meant putting his body on display. And though objectively he knew that he didn’t look terrible, the thought of Jenny seeing him without his shirt made him cringe. So even the reward for this slog was tainted. But Witnessing was what was expected of him, and Ross always did what was expected of him.

Another suburban block. Hedgerows, well-manicured lawns, the occasional bushel of flowers. Michael knocked on a beige door leading into a beige house, Ross stepped up to take his turn making the pitch.

The door creaked open on a middle-aged man, maybe mid-forties, wearing just a pair of shorts. His hair was thinning, and he looked like he’d just gotten up. Ross envied him.

“Good morning!” Ross said, “I’ve come on behalf of the Church of the Penitent Witness to bring you a message of hope. Have you a few moments to hear about our Lord, Jesus Christ?”

The man scowled. “Pennies, huh? I’ve heard of you. You’re the ones who hate demons, right?”

The canned response poured out. “Of course not! The Church believes there is hope for all of God’s creatures. Some infernals have even joined our congregation, blessing our faith with unparalleled devotion to the true God above, not his Fallen Angel.”

The man was unmoved. “I heard one of your pastor’s talk about how the Unshackling was a mistake. How letting demons come to Earth was the worst thing to happen to humanity.”

Michael cut in, his tone and demeanor just as Styrofoam as Ross’. “Our church is open to many different opinions. But rest assured, we aren’t all the liberal media says we are.”

The man opened his door all the way. Standing to the side, peeking around the corner, was a shorter man with blue skin and horns. A spaded tail flicked furtively around his leg.

“I think you’d best be on your way,” he said, then slammed the door in their faces.

Michael waited until they were out of earshot before muttering his reply. “Fine, go be a sodomite with that demon, you fucking…” He trailed off. Ross didn’t join in with the invectives, but he didn’t speak up either. He knew better. “I can’t believe they let people like that into a good neighborhood like this. Makes you wonder about the whole country, y’know?”

Ross made a noncommittal noise. For all the lip service to acceptance, his whole life he’d been told about how ‘certain people’ were unworthy, or degenerate, or were downright evil. The Unshackling had brought up a lot more of that sentiment. Those folk consort with demons are vile, we were right all along. But Ross couldn’t shake the knowledge that the people they’d just got chewed out by were just…living their lives, not hurting anyone. Ross had brought his book to them, not the other way around. How would he have reacted to a door knocker from a group that clearly hated people like him?

They tried a few more houses. Most didn’t answer, either out already or ignoring them. The few that answered were about as receptive as the other man had been. At best they got indifference, and at worst…

“Get off my property,” an elderly woman in gardening gloves and a wide-brimmed sunhat told them, her expression seething, “I don’t deal with the Godless!”

“But ma’am—” Ross had tried to say, but got a clump of black earth tossed at his shirt for his troubles.

“‘Love Thy Human Neighbor!’ Ha! Pennies don’t deserve to kiss my foot. You tell your no good pastor that he’s not welcome in this neighborhood! Good people live here, not bigoted hustlers!”

They left, steps quickened. Once they were out of tossing range, they dropped down to a disheartened shuffle. The sun was overhead, and Ross felt the heat suck the very life out of him.

“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s blow off for a few hours. We’re not Saving anyone around here.”

Michael scoffed, brushing the dirt from his shirt. “We can’t let the unbelievers beat us, Ross. These people need our help, whether they know it or not. C’mon. One more street.”

They stopped for water at a convenience store. Ross lingered at the beverage section, staring at his own reflection in the refrigerator’s glass door. He’d never liked it. Impartially, he knew that other people thought he looked fine. His brown eyes had been called chocolatey by one kind observer, and he’d gotten ‘handsome’ compliments since he was little. But those never felt good to hear. It didn’t sound right. It was confidence issues, the Pastor had told him. There was no sin of pride to admit to being blessed by God.

But that wasn’t it. It wasn’t that he disbelieved that he had lucked out and gotten a decent-looking face and a not-half-bad looking body. It’s that his reflection was…wrong. Incomplete, distorted. He didn’t have the vocabulary to describe it…but the doubt remained. He shook himself from his reverie, picked up two bottles of water, and brought them to the counter.

After drinking them down, they felt a little better about going forward. Dehydration was a killer, after all. They headed down Milton St. A long row of houses stretched to their left, while an undeveloped lot thick with weeds and signs for future projects encompassed the right. They tried the first few homes on the block, nothing.

Ross almost didn’t see the white picket fence on his right. Strange. There was a single house on the undeveloped side. It was a bit of an eyesore. Shuttered, uneven windows, gaudy orange roof tiles, with flaking midnight blue paint on the walls. A garage door hung agape, casting a shadow down on a red and white car from the 50s. The car, unlike the unkempt yard and peeling house, looked brand new.

“What about this house?” Ross asked. Something about it pulled at him. It was so unlike all the other homes.

“You’re kidding, right? That place looks fucking cursed.” Michael’s voice sounded strained. Ross raised an eyebrow.

“Are you scared?”

Michael flushed. He squared his shoulders and spat out a laugh. “No, of course not. But it looks abandoned. And there are plenty of others on that side. Why waste our time?”

Ross pointed to the light shining through one of the shutters. “Looks like there’s power, if nothing else. C’mon.” Not waiting for his partner, Ross opened the waist high gate and stepped through the thick greenery to the door.

Raising a hand to knock, the door opened before he could rap his knuckles on the wood.

“Good afternoon!” a beautiful blonde woman said in a warm Southern drawl. A moment’s glance revealed that her chest was straining the fabric of a floral sundress. Wide hips only barely constrained by the skirt made him lock up. Michael was likewise dumbstruck, but broke through the mental vapor lock to speak.

“Good…good afternoon,” he said before clearing his throat. We’ve come on behalf of the-”

“Church of the Penitent Witness, yes I’ve heard of you! But you fellas look terribly hot. It’s a doozy out there, innit? Come on inside, we can talk over some lemonade.” She stepped to the side, holding out her arm. Once out of the doorway, Ross could feel the blessed tingle of refrigerated air against his skin.

“We’d love to!” he said, and followed her inside. Michael joined them momentarily, dragging his heels only up until he felt the chilled air.

The home was much more welcoming on the inside. Incandescent lights hung on ivory sconces, giving the room a dim, cozy illumination. The walls were shades of pink, matching the upholstery of the furniture perfectly. She led them into an enormous living room centered on an unused brick fireplace.

“Take a seat there, I’ll fetch the beverages. I’m Lily, by the by. What’s your names?”

They introduced themselves. Ross sat with Michael on a comfortable pink couch. Lily placed two glasses on embroidered coasters on the table in front of them and poured two glasses of lemonade. After returning the pitcher to her fridge, she sat down on a loveseat opposite them.

“So tell me,” she said, resting her chin on her palm, “What does your Church have to teach me?”

Ross took a long pull front the glass. It was perfect. Sweet but not too sweet, and oh so cold. “Well, we’ve been going around the neighborhood, talking to people about Jesus Christ, God, and the plan He has for all of us. Ever since the Unshackling, mainstream churches have struggled to keep up for the changing realities of life in this new world. Hell mouths opening, the Descent of the Seraphs, it’s all a lot to handle for theologies who have, for a long time, been without direct contact with the Almighty.”

“So your church has had contact with God, then?” she asked, without a hint of guile or sarcasm. Ross tried desperately to not look at her breasts, but in the chilly air, her nipples were poking out the fabric. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath…

“We don’t claim any special knowledge. We commune with Him and His will is known to us through the world and its many perils. We have some literature if you’d like to learn more.” Michael gently nudged his friend.

Ross snapped back to reality and handed over one pamphlet to Lily. Leaning over, she touched his thumb with her finger for the briefest fraction of a second.

**The room was dark. Blackest night. Looming high above him was a violet-skinned giantess, her eyes burning with black flames. Savage horns speared outward from her forehead, dangling above which a twisted crown of golden thorns seethed and shimmered like a mirage. She was almost naked, a pair of broken manacles trailed limp chains from her wrists. She smiled with a thousand teeth and**

“Thank you very much,” Lily said, slipping a flyer from his trembling fingers.

He blinked. What the fuck had he just seen? Did he just snap?

“Dude. You okay?” Michael asked sotto voce. Ross wanted to say ‘no, of course I’m not fucking okay, I just had a waking nightmare’, but they were in the presence of company.

“Y-yeah, sure. Just…the heat took a bit out of me,” he said. He almost reached for the lemonade, but halted mid-motion. What if she’d poisoned him? Michael seemed unaffected though. What the fuck was going on?

Michael took over the sales pitch. Ross was grateful. He tried to look like he was listening, but his mind reeled through all the possibilities of what could be happening. Finally, like a slot machine landing on jackpot, his addled brain put everything together.

Lily wasn’t human at all.

“I think we should be going,” Ross said, “Thank you for your time.”

“But we’ve only just begun talking, sweetheart. You were telling me about the wonderful plan God has for me?”

Ross tugged up Michael from the seat. “We have a lot of homes to get to. We really should be getting on that old dusty trail. Right Mike?”

“I dunno man,” he replied, slightly dreamlike, “Maybe we should stay for a while. It’s so cool in here…and Lily seems nice.” He tilted his head to look at the buxom blonde, who waved playfully at him.

Ross realized with a sinking sensation that Michael wasn’t acting like himself. He’d heard that infernals could trick humans in some ways. That had to be it. He steeled himself with his faith and pointed an accusatory finger.

“Alright lady, what in the hell is going on. Are you even human?”

A pause. Then, a peel of infectious laughter. She slow clapped for him, making his hackles rise even more. “Well done, Mr. Ross. It’s been too long since someone had the strength to see past my glamours. Though I see your friend Michael isn’t. Pure human rube, this one. Aren’t you, Michael dear?”

“Yes ma’am,” he answered without hesitation. Lily let out another laugh, this once laced with contempt.

“The Faithful are so easily led astray.”

“What are you?!” Ross pulled out the cross from around his neck and clutched it tight. His faith would protect him, even in this terrible moment.

The image of the tyrant giantess mingled with the hospitable blonde, flowing into one until the two had merged. She was still blonde, but her skin had an alluring purple hue. Her eyes were entirely black, without iris or visible pupil. Four inch horns poked out from her head, looking more endearing than threatening. But the woman carried so much confidence with her that Ross couldn’t help but be unnerved.

“I’m afraid I wasn’t entirely honest with you, honey. My name is Lilith, but you can still call me Lily. I think it sounds cute.

The name echoed in his head like a gunshot. “Lilith? The Lilith?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh hush, I’m not that old. I’m named after my mother, who’s named after her mother, you know how it is. But I do take after her in certain ways. I don’t put up with the foolishness for men, first and foremost. No matter who they are. Speaking of which, Michael? Be a dear and whip out your cock for me. I have a powerful thirst that lemonade just won’t quite quench.”

He obeyed. Ross’ attention snapped between her lusting eyes and his friend who, nonchalantly, pulled out his dick in front of him and started stroking.

“Mike! What the fuck?” he said. Shaking the man did nothing. He was entirely enraptured by Lily’s — Lilith’s — body.

“He can barely hear you, dear. My words are like, what’s the phrase, cheat codes? Yes, that’s it. I’ve unlocked his brain, and he’s giving me everything I want.” She strolled over, kneeling before him. Mike, still locked in place, stroked himself off directly toward her waiting mouth. With a touch to his thigh, he stiffened, and hot cum surged out of him. Thick white globs splashed against her tongue, and she gulped greedily. Ross was paralyzed. What the hell should he do?

“Don’t think about running,” Lilith said, licking up the remains of Michael’s orgasm from her bee stung lips, “The door may look shabby, but it’s enchanted with strength enough to keep out the Tarrasque, should he show up. Exes can be such a pain. But, I believe we were talking about you. How come you aren’t on your knees, begging for my favor?”

Ross swallowed hard. He looked to his friend, blissed out of his mind, cum still drooling from his prick. He’d be no help against this demoness.

“I…my faith protects me. I am a servant of Jesus Christ, and thus-”

“Your friend Michael had the faith too, and he folded easier than space time. No. You saw my true form for a moment there. That’s powerful Sight. You’re obviously not a Sentinel. No tech about you either. That leaves…” She leaned over him, close enough that he could smell the cum on her breath. Hesitant to move, he let her peel his eyelid open. “Curiouser and curiouser. I wouldn’t have expected that.”

“Expected what?” he asked, terrified of the answer.

“Ordinary human men can’t see through my power. Most women can’t either. One in a hundred, maybe, have the gift of Sight.”

“I don’t understand. I’m not a woman,” he said with a flat affect.

She raised a sliver of an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”

Like the denials of anti-demon bigotry, the denials came out on autopilot. “You can’t change the gender you were born as. And I know you demons try to lead people down paths of moral…degradation.”

Lilith put her hands on her hips. “Now you don’t be saying things like that. Demons are not evil. And we certainly don’t force people to live lives contrary to what they feel inside. There is no repression in Hell. That’s The Other Side’s game.”

Ross stood up. He straightened out his clothes and did his best to look like a confident, in control human being. “Let us go, demon. You might not respect the laws of God, but I do.”

A pause. Then, she shrugged a shoulder.

“Okay.”

The door to the outside audibly clicked open. Relief poured through him. He grabbed Michael’s arm and yanked him to his feet. He was still in a daze, cock poking out his fly, but he was following along.

“But if you go,” the demoness said, taking a sip from Ross’ half-finished lemonade, “You’ll never find out your true potential. Or why you feel that way when you look in a mirror.”

Ross’ eye twitched. His hand froze, fingertip brushing the door knob.

“How do you know about that?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I thought you were on your way. Goodbye, Ross. I doubt we’ll meet again.”

Deep, long-repressed feelings knotted his gut. He’d had questions for longer than he could remember. At first he was dumb enough to ask them. First his parents, then his pastor. Both had told him, in no uncertain terms, to never ask those questions again. So he didn’t. But…he still wanted answers. He had to know.

Ross opened the door, but instead of stepping through himself, he pushed Michael out. “Go to the pool party, I’ll meet you there,” he said, then shut the door.

“Alright,” he said, spinning on his heel, “I want to know what you know.”

“And if it goes against your faith?”

The cross on his neck felt like it was made out of lead. “Answers first.”

“Hmm, very well. Hold still.”

She reached for his shirt. He jumped back, but she was far too quick to dodge entirely. But instead of pulling on his collar, she yanked on something else. His whole body shuddered, and he heard this great tearing noise that made him reel. He collapsed, back sliding down the wall as all the energy left his body. Standing above him, clutched in Lilith’s hand, was an apparition. A blue-green humanoid shade that bled off visible energy down its extremities, like it was a solid sublimating in room temperature.

“What the fu … fuck …” He couldn’t breathe, his heart pounded but his lungs couldn’t catch enough air to keep up with the panicked demand. The figure twisted in Lilith’s grasp. Its neck twisted left and right, and Ross finally got a good look at it.

It was a woman’s face.

Lilith let go, and the specter shot back into his body. He inhaled, suddenly able to breathe again. Ross checked himself for wounds, though if anything else, he was merely checking to see if he still had corporeal form.

“You’re fine,” Lilith assured him. She knelt down beside him, but not in lurid desire. She got to her knees because she wanted to talk to him. “Hey. So, uhh, I guess you saw what I pulled out of you.”

“Why was there … a woman … inside of me?” he asked, still terribly confused.

“Oh Ross. Poor, sweet Ross. That woman is you. That’s your soul, silly!”

Silence.

She feigned a smile. “But you already knew this deep down, didn’t you?”

He didn’t respond to that either. He slid past her and dropped down onto the couch again. Drinking the last of the lemonade, he struggled to put his feelings into words for the first time in almost twenty years.

“I … knew that I was different. I never fit in with boys my age, but I didn’t mingle with girls either. I was kinda caught in between. If I didn’t go to church, I doubt I’d have friends. And even then, it’s the kind of friendships that end the moment one of steps out of this shitty town to go do something with their lives. But I couldn’t ask. When I asked, I got chewed out. Told I was making stuff up, or being a deviant. And I didn’t want to be a freak, so I stopped asking.” He took a breath, blinking away the slight moisture that had built up at the side of his eyes. “So what if my soul is…that way. Even if that were true, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“On the contrary. Like I said, a human being born with Sight is a rarity. Having it naturally means you have incredible power stored within you, chained up under your current flesh. A nephilim bloodline, perhaps. Or an eldritch seed. Whatever it is, I could bring it out. It wouldn’t be easy, but it could make your body into something beautiful.”

“My body would change?” Ross asked.

Lilith nodded. “Of that I’m almost certain. Heaven put shackles on you the same as us, keeping body and soul entwined until death. To unleash one is to irreversibly change the other. Your form would become an expression of your very essence, indistinguishable from one another. But,” she held up her hands, imitating a scale, “On other other hand, it would be you. Who you’ve felt like you are your whole life.”

Ross clutched his cross once more. He thought back to all the times he’d turned to faith for solace. The idea that he was chosen by God had brought him comfort in dark times. But…God had never answered his prayers. There was no divine revelation telling him why he hated his body. Angels didn’t lower themselves to explain why he hated the compliments he got on his looks, or why he felt a pull to one side of the clothing aisle over the other.

But here was a demon, a literally spawn of Hell, giving him answers. And they didn’t sound like the comforting lies of a trickster. They sounded like the truth. And the truth is messy, and complicated, and surely this might be something he’d regret. But he was real fucking sick of being coddled and lied to. And boy oh boy did he hate Witnessing.

With a snap, he yanked the cross off his neck and tossed it to the floor.

“Do it,” he said, his voice full of cold resolve. Ross stiffened himself, waiting for the lightning to come and strike me down. When it didn’t, he gave a tiny nod to the voice in his head. Maybe this might work out.

The demoness nodded once, then closed the distance between them. He braced himself for another magical attack, but instead, he felt the press of lips against his. He reciprocated. Not a virgin, he was still unused to a woman taking the lead. But he had to admit, it felt good. Her mouth opened, as did his, and the kiss leapt the Pyrenees directly into French territory. As their tongues touched, he could feel something pull at his body. Gently, at first. There was a resistance inside him, some kind of tensile strength that strained against her pull. The kiss continued, and he tried to relax. Nevertheless, the twinges of doubt made themselves known. Was he making some great mistake?

He felt something snap inside him. Ross stumbled backwards, clutching his chest.

“Don’t fight it. I broke the tether. Your soul should take its natural form any moment!” Lilith said with glee.

Ross’ heart hammered in his ears. Something was happening alright. He clutched his ears as a thousand noises from within battled to be heard. Bones creaked, muscles tensed and snapped and reformed even stronger. His fingers felt his ears grow to points, then felt at the bumps on his forehead as they blossomed outwards into a pair of goatlike horns. His clothes pulled apart, the cheap fabric peeling at the seams. He was soon naked, but that was the least of his worries.

“Amazing,” Lilith said, neck craning to see every detail of the transformation, “You’re growing feet in height! With the increase in size, I should say you’re powerful indeed. Maybe related to one of the Princesses…a scion perhaps?”

Ross had no idea what that meant. His whole world revolved around his body and the warping it was undergoing. He looked down, watching his chest expat outward. Two ovoid protrusions pushed outward, and for the first time in his life he had breasts. A feeling of great relief washed over him at that knowledge. Less so the sight of his cock vanish into his nethers. He didn’t mind his dick, all told. But it was a small price to pay, and he marveled as his hips bowed outward. His skin turned a pale lavender, but his limbs didn’t stop at a mere color change. They darkened, hardened, forming into an armor-like carapace. He should have been horrified, but watching his legs and arms turn into weapons made him feel…powerful.

“What is this strength,” Ross said, his voice a husky growl, “What am I becoming?”

Lilith’s excitement turned to apprehension as the changes continued. “I…I don’t understand. You should be stopping now. A mere demoness. Where is all this energy coming from?”

Ross tossed billowing crimson hair from his sight. He felt his shoulder blades itch, but he couldn’t reach them. Kneeling, he felt around his back. Fleshy nodules popped out on either side of his spine. New bones within split the sac, emerging as a multi-jointed limb that grew exponentially outward. He could feel them growing, expanding, membranous flesh filling in the spaces between a trio of spiked digits. Wings. He was growing large wings the likes of which didn’t belong on Earth or heaven. A cross between a bat and a nightmare, they spread outward until they reached either end of the living room.

“Father Below,” Lilith whispered, fear growing on her face, “You’re not related to a Princess of Hell. You ARE one.”

He looked down at his hands, each finger now ending it sharp talon-like claws, the chitinous armor stretching up to the elbow. No longer human. He closed his eyes. His old identity sloughed away like molted skin. No longer human. No longer Ross. But who?

Ashmedai.

The name had a solid, rumbling sound to it when thought of. It weighed heavy in the mind, like it was an item of import not to be used frivolously. It arose, bidden simply by the question of what name the entity that had once been Ross would take. The name settled into the recess where Ross had been, but it wasn’t quite right. It was an old name, spoken in reverence for millennia. But this was a new world. It could be better.

Ash opened her eyes for the first time. She could see everything. The electromagnetic spectrum, the heat coming off of Lilith’s body and the lighting fixtures. If she looked close enough, she could see the True Names of things, the words she could speak to give herself power over those objects. The glamour Lilith had could be dispatched with a blink. Doing so, Ash realized that for all the initial foreboding of her appearance had overwhelmed her human self, the demon looked a lot smaller now.

Lilith backed up, nearly tripping over the loveseat. “Ashmedai … Princess … I beg your forgiveness. I didn’t know you were within that human form. I didn’t know!”

The Princess of Hell stretched her wings, then let them close to keep from destroying the furniture. She knelt down, smiling like her pet had just performed an amusing trick. “No apologies necessary, Lilith. I should be thanking you for freeing me from that prison.”

“A-and Ross?” she asked.

“I am Ross. Or Ross was me. The form that encased him is gone, however. Ash is his true being, the one in his soul. Ashmedai. Shidonai. Ashma Deva. One of Seven, Seven of One. And it feels…” She looked down at her body, and the part that had been Ross rejoiced, “It feels so good~”

Lilith nodded. “I’m glad! I’m glad to be of service.”

Ash left something prickle at her awareness. It took her a moment to realize it was a scent in the air. She inhaled deep, picking up the traces of what could only be-

“Lust,” she said, eyes locking onto the demon below her, “I can smell lust.”

“O-of course! You’re Asmodeus. You reign over … over lust,” Lilith explained, her voice trailing off at the end. “But that’s easily explained. I sucked some of the sexual energy from that human earlier. His essence is still in the air.”

Ash sniffed further. “No. This is fresh, recent …” Her clawed finger reached under Lilith’s skirt, prodding her exposed slit. Once withdrawn, the evidence of arousal glistened on her dark talon. “Your lust, in fact.”

Lilith backed up more, toward the rest of the house. “Who wouldn’t be aroused by you, oh powerful Ash. Your strength, your will … it’s intoxicating!” Her face had flushed, revealing that it was more than passing fancy. Ash’s smile turned predatory.

“I think I’ll use your first. As reward for freeing me from my cage,” she said like a merciful monarch. She reached out to Lilith and pulled. The threads of attraction that bind almost every life were Ash’s to play with. With the briefest magical brush, Lilith’s pupils dilated. She exhaled, caught by the sudden rush of need in her body. Helpless, she stuffed three fingers inside herself and went to town. Even falling on the floor didn’t stop her. She splayed her legs out, showing off her holes, and furiously frigged herself with wild abandon.

“Ngh … I … oh fuck I can’t take it …” she cried pathetically. The creature of lust was no match for a Princess of Hell, after all. Ash felt her power rejuvenate with the display of carnality, but she would need so much more than that. But how to extract it?

Since her form had been so malleable before, she tried it again. Her pussy was gorgeous and fit her perfectly, but she wanted an object of force to take Lilith. With a singular, concentrated will, she poured her energy into her clit. It expanded outward, shifting shape until it became a facsimile of a human penis. But Ash wasn’t done. She grew it until it was ten inches, impossibly thick, and already drooling with piping hot seed. Thick ridges along the head gave it a sinister, almost bestial appearance, and it visibly throbbed with sheer desire. A perfect tool with which to take her first prize.

Lilith offered no resistance. On the contrary, she spread her legs as wide as they would go to accommodate Ash’s massive weapon. One hard thrust into her sopping wet slit was all it took for Lilith to tip over and squirt her senses out, little jets of feminine juices spattering Ash in liquid submission. But the Princess of Lust only took that as further invitation, and got to work.

Pistoning slowly at first, the new organ shot off all kinds of nerve endings in Ash’s new body. Pleasures undreamed of flowed through her cock, and she could feel the lusty energies flow from every hard piston into Lilith’s pussy. Rather than fatigue her, strong fucking energized her. Gave her strength. She lifted up Lilith’s legs and mating pressed the lower demon into the carpeted floor, whatever discomfort there may have been overwhelmed by the battering ram of perverse bliss at being so thoroughly taken. The ridges and bumps on Ash’s cock dragged Lilith’s interior, sending mini shock waves. The submissive succubus could only offer moans and pleading for more, which Ash was only happy to provide.

When she reached her own climax, however, it was not the end of things. Merely the first act, so to speak, of a larger tale. Hot gouts of seed flooded into Lilith’s clenching depths; a perverse christening of the woman as one of Ash’s claimed servants. The thick cum ran out of space, but the girth of her dick blocked it from going anywhere else. So her stomach visibly bloated up with the release. By the time Ash was done, she looked several months pregnant already.

“Good girl,” Ash offered before flipping her onto her stomach, Lilith’s bloated belly holding her up when her limbs failed, “But we have two more holes to cram full of cock. And I won’t be satisfied until everyone will see how full a cum dump you can truly be.” She pressed the rigid tip to Lilith’s ass, and the previously dominant demon whimpered. “And after that…I have a party to attend. One I’ve been looking forward to all day.”

xxxxx

“Where is he?” Pastor Dan asked. Michael looked over the waist-high chain link fence around the pool, down the street from whence he came. Still no Ross.

“I don’t know,” he said for the sixth time. He didn’t remember a whole lot of what happened after the strange blonde with the nice rack opened the door. There was some talking, Ross said somethings…there might have been lemonade…

“This is why we go in pairs,” Dan reiterated, beating a dead horse with a broken record, “If he’s not around by five we go looking for him. Kid’s totally helpless on his own.”

Michael looked past the woman approaching the property, believing her to be someone out for a walk. But she continued her approach, stepping into Pastor Dan’s yard with a confident stroll. Scarlet hair billowed in the light breeze. Sunglasses framed her gorgeous features in a way that evoked some Hollywood starlet trying to remain incognito, but whose beauty could not be denied. He tried to keep his eyes from her red tank top and black shorts, but her curvy body made that almost impossible.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Dan said, “This is a private party. Do you-”

She turned to him, dipping down the edge of her sunglasses. Ruby eyes bored into his, and his words died on his lips. Michael didn’t move either, but kept his faculties. Pastor Dan, however, stood stock still…frozen. For a moment, Mike thought he recognized the strange woman. But no, she moved totally unlike anyone he’d ever met. She approached Jenny, who like everyone else was captivated by this stranger. The red-haired woman put a thumb on Jenny’s chin, lifting it up.

“Hello Jenny,” the stranger said, her voice like silky, “What do you say we take this somewhere quieter. Your place, perhaps?”

Jenny sputtered, unable to reply to this brazen proposition. But the next thing the party saw was Jenny’s lips planted firmly onto the redhead’s mouth, her eyes closed in breathless passion.

“Hey!” Michael shouted, gathering some of the hubris he’d been robbed of, “We don’t allow that kinda pervert stuff around here.”

The stranger laughed. A pair of horns burned into visibility, and Michael realized what a mistake he’d just made.

“Maybe not yet,” she said with a sinister grin, “But you will, soon enough—”

THE END