Lily was almost there. Demons had descended on their city, but she wasn’t about to let them take it over. Her armor was cut and broken, upper thighs and one shoulder exposed. But she didn’t care. Nothing was going to stop her from getting rid of these things. Her sword glowed proudly with the demon cleansing light of her royal family and it vaporized her attackers one after another. Now, for their throne room. They had taken the king’s, her father’s throne, and turned it into a blackened, violet jeweled monstrosity, no longer fit for a king, but an overlord. She had been separated from everyone, the only one strong enough to press this far. This was it. If she could beat the monster that had brought all of these things here, then she could tear them all up by the root, taking their foundation away and driving them from her fair city. I won’t lose, Lily iterated to herself, and swung the massive doors of the throne room open.

It was nothing like it looked before. All the banners looked like they had been shredded by massive claws. Even the walls had sets of serrated, parallel cuts in them, whatever made them clearly strong enough to cleave stone. The once royal red carpet had been replaced with one that was black and sooty, as if they had taken the old one and burned it, fashioning a new one out of the ashes. Lily swallowed, but pressed on, the glow of her sword lighting the dimmed room, a few torches holding hands with the edges of its light.

“Hello, warrior princess,” a deep, emanating voice filled the room as if it spoke from the empty space itself.

“You,” Lily gripped her sword. “You’re the demon lord that brought these hell spawn here!”

“I did,” the voice said. “Do you like the improvements we’ve made?”

“Take your cretins and flee, foul creature!” Lily shouted, eyes flicking, scanning her surroundings. “Your scum will be purged by the light of my sacred sword.” There was a pondering silence and for a moment Lily wondered if she really had scared him off. Perhaps this demon lord knew that he stood no chance against the power in her sword, blessed by angels.

“Hmm, a paltry display,” the voice said. “Your lack of affection is noted.” There was a whooshing sound, wind in the throne room picking up and swirling. With its currents it carried shadows, snakes of black mist hissing, drawn to a point. Lily faced that point as the shadows gathered, mixing into a mass. They came to a rather amorphous form, one that looked like the silhouette of a mountain on fire, blackness its only feature other than two white, angular eyes, large absences through which this creature saw the world.

“You…” Lily grit her teeth. It wasn’t the form she was expecting. His demons were ugly, imp-like creatures with sharp teeth and bat-like wings. He was like a piece of shadow ripped deep from a cavernous well, cold and unseen.

“Yes, me.” the shadow said. “I am Belial, a king of hell. And now your kingdom…is mine.”

“What did you do with my father!” Lily shouted, “the real king!”

“I showed him the darkness,” Belial said, “and he gave me his crown.”

“Liar! Give him back!” Lily leapt forward, sword shining in an arching slash that split the shadow in two, eye’s separated by a line of cleaving light. She had gone right through him. She looked back. But nothing. The two halves reformed and rather than turn around, the monster’s eyes melted through his body and reformed on the other side.

“I can smell the angel’s stink from here,” he snarled. “But, while that sword may melt the legions at my disposal, to me…it is merely a stick.” A shadow like a whip shot from Belial. It smacked Lily, breastplate cracking as she soared backward. Something came to meet her. It caught her and she flopped down as if sitting in a chair.

“Wh-” It all happened so fast. There were two clangs. Suddenly her wrists and ankles were shackled in place. She pulled as hard as she could, but couldn’t move. Was that really it? Her ceremonial armor and her father’s sword had been enough to get her this far, but this demon was the real deal and of her sword, thought nothing. She held it still, firm in her grasp as the demon’s amorphous form towered over her, glaring down with his empty eyes.

“You won’t be needing that anymore,” he said. A strand of shadow reached out and grabbed her sword by the blade. It hissed in its grip, but it didn’t let go. Lily held on as hard as she could, but the shadow twisted her wrist and wrenched it away.

“No!” Lily shouted, watching the sword impale the floor, blade first, standing up. It looked like it was just waiting to be drawn again, but it was so far out of reach. Lily was stuck. Looking down, her wrists were restrained by shackles to the blackened throne.

“You won’t be needing this anymore either.” A strand of darkness reached out and tapped her cracked breastplate. The whole set melted away. It dissolved into a black ooze and ran off her like water, leaving Lily entirely nude.

“Ah!” Lily squirmed. But she couldn’t cover herself. She wasn’t particularly buff, and all her borrowed power had been taken away. She was rather petite, small breasts, hardly a handful, a small, slender form now pinned under this great, dark shadow.

“What is this?” Lily squirmed. “Give me my clothes back, demon!”

“Perhaps I will,” Belial said. “I’m going to make you the same deal I made your father. If you can resist the darkness, then I will give you back your kingdom.”

“Resist the…” Lily paused. “What does that mean?”

“It means I’m going to show you the darkness,” Belial said. “Your darkness. The darkness hiding deep in that breast of yours. The shadows you are hiding.” A shadowy hand stretched out from the towering blackness. Floating just above its palm was a black crown, jeweled with violet gems just like the throne. “This crown will show you your darkest desires. If you can resist, you win. But…if you succumb… then one more slave will be added to this darkened keep.”

“What makes you think I’ll- ah!” Lily stopped as the crown was placed on her head, black tendrils snaking from its surface and into the skin on her forehead.

“You do not have a choice,” Belial growled. “Now let’s see if you can resist the darkness.”

“Ahh!” Lily shrieked, and her vision went white.

“Huh?” Lily was suddenly in a field somewhere else. It was a vast, empty plain, something familiar it seemed she had traversed many times on her travels between kingdoms. “Hya!” She covered herself with her arms, realizing she was still naked.

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Belial’s voice said. “Your visions can’t see you…yet.”

“Visions?” Lily repeated. She felt at her head. The crown was gone, but she knew this must have been some sort of illusion it brought on. She would have to be on guard.

“Yes,” Belial said, his voice somewhere outside of everything. “Now bear witness to your darkest thoughts…and face them.” Lily caught sight of someone else, still covering herself. But the person was familiar. It was her. She was walking to greet someone, someone she knew, dressed in his royal robes.

“Oh?” Belial murmured. “Who is that?”

“That’s Prince Belen,” Lily said, mostly to herself. He was a prince from a kingdom neighboring her own. He was handsome, dark hair and dreamy blue eyes. His gaze made her melt, especially when he greeted her so cordially. She watched herself approach him and he did his greeting, taking her by the hand with a soft bow, always looking right into her eyes when he did it. Even from afar Lily felt like she might swoon. But then her other self actually melted in front of the prince.

“What?” Lily said. The space around her went dark. When it relit, it was the same plain, but now the prince was leading her along, hand on a rope that led to and was tied around her neck. She was naked, walking bashfully along behind him, hips pushed forward in her walk, pussy dripping onto the grass.

“Wh-” Lily watched in awe. “What is this? The prince would never do this to me!”

“Unless you wanted him to?” Belial said.

“No!” Lily shouted. “I would never…” The space went dark and relit again. Now she was on her knees in the grass. Prince Belen stood over her, shirtless, dick sticking out from his pants and pressed to her face. He still had her by a leash as she knelt before him and begged.

“Please,” she heard herself say. “Please give your little slut your cock, master. I need it. I can’t control my horny pussy.”

“You’ll get it when I say you can,” Prince Belen said.

“Yes master,” Lily replied. “You own me. I’m your sex slave princess. I await the day I’m crowned by your semen.”

“What is going on?” Lily asked, watching in disbelief.

“It seems this dark thought is about being owned by this prince,” Belial said.

“But…I don’t want…” Lily squirmed in place, suddenly aware of her hand between her legs. She had meant to be covering herself, but her hand had cupped her pussy.

“These are your fantasies,” Belial said. “The crown is just drawing them out.” Lily’s vision went white.

She was back in the throne room again. She looked around, eyes adjusting to the darkness. She pulled at her shackles, still locked tight.

“So…” Belial said. She looked up. He still loomed over her. “Now you understand the game.”

“I understand I can’t let myself fall for your tricks,” Lily snapped.

“Denial will only seal your fate,” Belial said. “There’s one more thing I should add. If you lose, the kind of slave you become is based on the desires that claim you. Based on yours…I think you’ll enjoy what you become.” From the crown atop Lily’s head, two strands of pink light jumped off. They swirled around each other and landed on her bare midriff. There, they stamped her. A heart tattoo with swirls around its curves appeared.

“What is this?” Lily asked as it dimmed, remaining there, permanent on her skin.

“The first step of your demise,” Belial said. The crown on Lily’s head shook and this time it whipped a blindfold of shadows over her eyes.

“Ahh!” Lily spread her legs as her vision went white.

Now, she was outside, overlooking the countryside from atop balcony of a large castle. It was the castle Belen was from, but Lily wasn’t looking at him this time. She stood off to the side, looking at a woman named Amelia who gazed wistfully over the plains. She was one of the castle servants, dressed in long robes with her maid’s apron. Her and Lily were about the same height, but Amelia had more on her than Lily. Amelia was a little chubby, plump thighs and round, perky breasts always hidden just beneath her robes. She was pale with curly dark hair, fairly sweet and charming in demeanor, quiet and usually hard at work.

Lily stood there, still awkwardly naked, but seemingly unable to be seen. She watched herself walk up behind Amelia, tip-toeing as if to surprise her. When she got close though, Lily watched herself jump in and grope Amelia from behind.

“Ah!” Amelia cried out, Lily’s hand bunching up her robes beneath her breasts and up her thighs. “P-princess! What are you doing?”

“Hush servant,” Lily said. “You’re standing out here looking like this. You beg to be fondled. Slut.”

“Ah!” Amelia gripped Lily’s forearms, but didn’t struggle or push Lily away. “I’m sorry princess, I didn’t mean to.”

“Yes you did,” Lily said, talking into Amelia’s ear as she played with Amelia’s breasts with one hand, and pushed her robes between her thighs with the other. “Look how these clothes show off your form. You’re distracting the guards and need to be punished. Whore.”

“I tried to hide it as best I could,” Amelia looked back, mouth hanging open.

“No you didn’t,” Lily said. “Show off.”

“Ah,” Amelia moaned. “You’re right. You must be. I should’ve hid my slutty body better. I’m sorry. Please punish my lewd pussy. I clearly can’t control it without you, princess.”

“That’s right,” Lily said, pushing her hand into Amelia’s crotch, rubbing her pussy. “You can’t. Without me you’d just be a whore, begging for cock. But I’ll calm you down. Beg for me, beg for my hand instead. Tell me I own you, because I do, slut.”

“Mm, yes princess,” Amelia raised her arms, submitting. “Please finger me. Use your hand on this servants naughty pussy. You own me. I’m your maid to do whatever you want with. Use me as your toy.”

“Good,” Lily said. “You horny bitch.”

“I just can’t help it,” Amelia said. “I’m a naughty maid who would fuck the guards if you didn’t tame me. A bitch like me would be lost without you, princess. Thank you for teaching me.”

Off to the side, Lily watched, watched herself do all these strange things to the castle maid she was usually so friendly with. And yet, the words coming out of the maid’s mouth were strangely satisfying even if they were things Amelia would never say.

“What are you doing?” A voice asked.

“Wha!” Lily jumped, not realizing she had absently been stroking her own pussy. Her hand was wet, her body flushed.

“Perhaps this scenario excites you?”

“What? No!” Lily snapped. “It’s…It’s just…Belen likes her…” Lily knew it was true. She was always flattered at the way Belen greeted her, but it was purely formal, a royal obligation. She knew by the way Belen talked and looked at Amelia that, as a woman, he fancied her over Lily. It must have been her curvier body that Belen liked. He must not have been into petite women like her, and liked the larger breasts and wider hips Amelia had. I bet she would make plenty of milk for their stupid kids. The cow.

“So you delight in the fantasy of using her because she is better than you?”

“Wh- she’s not-” She stopped, knowing the demon must have been toying with her again.

“You are so very bad at this,” Belial said. “It’s delightful.” Lily’s vision went white again.

She reappeared in a room lit yellowish by the glow of fire off wood. She was in what seemed like the central room of an inn. It was large and open with a bar, a crowd of men seated at a table in the middle of the room, laughing and drinking. Cards and coins were strewn about as each of them threw in their hands as the dealer collected them to shuffle. This time Lily wasn’t watching from outside the scene. She was in it. She was still naked, with the sudden knowledge that she needed to pass out more drinks to the table. In each hand she held two full pitchers of mead, her only article of clothing a tiny maid apron wrapped around her waist by a string, covering nothing but her midriff. It was nothing more than a spice on her nude body. And because of the pitchers she carried, she couldn’t cover herself.

But she couldn’t waste time. The men needed refills and at the head of the table, Prince Belen’s pint was empty. She had to start at the back though, refilling each man’s drink as the dealer shuffled the cards. They were all a cacophony of laughing and joking and mostly ignored Lily. I’m naked, how can they just ignore me like this?

“Hya!” Lily spilled a little mead when one of the men slapped her ass as she passed. Everyone laughed at her reaction in unison. She blushed and pouted at first, but knew deep down it was flattering. One of them had at least noticed her, wanted to give her cute ass a slap. At least, he probably thought it was cute, Lily thought. She must have been naked for a reason, so one of the men must have wanted her like this, wanted her nude so he could eye her up every time she bent over the table to fill a drink. She hoped the man who had slapped her ass had been watching her, thinking of all the things he might do to her in bed later. A coy smirk replaced her embarrassment.

“That barely hurt,” Lily said. “Want another try?” She stuck her butt out and shook it at the man. The table burst into an uproar, laughing and egging the man on.

“Go on,” another man said. “She asked for it.” They were interrupted by the head of the table before Lily got what she wanted.

“Lily,” Belen’s boisterous voice came over the table. “Don’t be so coy, I’m thirsty over here.”

“Coming Prince Belen,” Lily said. She practically skipped over to him, on the tips of her toes the whole way. She stopped, standing as close to him as she could get as she leaned over his cup, hoping he might eye her breasts or, better, have his gaze wander further down. She wanted him to look at her and see the want for her in his eyes, to know he saw her form and her naked body made him want to fuck her. She was ready.

“You can have the whole pitcher if you want,” Lily said, shaking her hips.

“A refill is fine,” he said. He leaned back. It looked like he was about to put his arm around her, but it went elsewhere. Right to her ass. His hand clamped down on it, squeezing.

“Eeee,” Lily squealed, hardly able to concentrate on pouring. She wanted him to just take both cheeks and bend her over the table in front of all his friends and fuck her. She would have gladly submitted and let them all watch.

A side door opened as Lily finished refilling his drink. None other than Amelia walked in. That bitch. Not only was she interrupting, Lily well on her way to having the prince use her, but she was even sluttier than usual. Now she was in a thin, pink belly dancer outfit. All of her skin was exposed, only her naughtiest bits covered by thin, pink curtains. Two squares of hanging cloth was all her bulging chest got and her waist was clothed by nothing but a long, silky loin cloth. When she swayed, her pussy would peek out from behind it.

“Ah,” Prince Belen said, standing up and taking his hand off Lily. “The entertainment is here.”

“Wh-her?” Lily said. “What about-” None of the men heard her. They had all turned to face Amelia. She was shying away from their gaze, looking coy and embarrassed. She’s not embarrassed, I know she’s enjoying this. Fucking slut just wants Belen’s dick. Why else would she dress like that? Show off.

“Ah…um…” Amelia squirmed in place. “The uh…other maids…dressed me up…for…for you.”

“For me?” Prince Belen looked elated. “You look ravishing.”

“I…feel naked…” Amelia murmured.

“Well,” Belen said. “You are the most beautiful among the palace maids. Seeing you like this…” Belen trailed off, but Lily knew what he was thinking, seeing her like that. She could see lust in Belen’s eyes, knew he looked at her chubby, naked body and wanted to pin her down and fuck her. But he was supposed to want to do that to her. She was the princess. The Prince was supposed to bed her.

“No!” Lily said, putting her pitchers down, running, and stepping in between Belen and Amelia.

“Lily,” Belen stopped. “What’s the meaning of this?”

“I can’t let you flirt around with this servant.” Lily said. “I’m the princess. You should want me. And you can have me. Use my body Belen.”

“Yours?” Belen acted like she’d just said something absurd. “Lily, you are a fine princess. But you are a grown woman and have the body of a child.”

“Wh…” Lily looked down at her body. She was abruptly turned around by a hand on her shoulder. Amelia stepped up to her, pressing their chests together. Amelia’s kept Lily at a distance as Amelia looked down at Lily, eyes following the line of her own cleavage.

“You’re right,” Amelia said, haughty. “It’s like her breasts barely developed. How are you supposed to bear the prince sons with your body?” The whole room laughed at her, Amelia’s large rack pressed to her own, making it look like Lily didn’t even have boobs.

“Here,” Amelia said. “Take this. It’s the same outfit I have on. Maybe you can wear it half as well as I do and attract some old man to knock you up.” Lily looked down at the paltry set of clothes as she caught them, not wanting to bear even the meager embarrassment of dropping them. Her whole body was hot, awash with shame.

“Step aside, Lily,” Prince Belen pushed her out of the way. “This is what a real woman looks like.” Belen pushed Amelia into the wall, scooping up her thigh in his hand and kissing at her neck.

“Oh, Belen,” Amelia cried. She squirmed as he fondled her, her breasts squished between the wall and Belen, who growled with lust as he sunk into her flesh.

Put me on… Lily heard a voice hissing in her head. If you want your prince to lust over you, put me on. There was no question. Lily couldn’t just stand there and let Belen fuck Amelia right in front of her. Belen’s semen was hers. She was the only one he was going to fuck. Amelia certainly wasn’t going to be carrying any royal heirs. Lily ripped her maid cloth off and started putting the skimpy belly dancer outfit on. The flaps were much larger on her and made her breasts look like large nipple bumps. Never mind, she thought, he clearly liked that sort of thing, so she would be that. Whatever his fantasy was, she would turn into it and win his affection, even if it took looking like that slut Amelia. A simple castle maid wasn’t going to be better than her. She was the prince’s bitch not Amelia. If anyone would sit chained naked to his throne it was Lily.

So she wore the belly dancer outfit and shook her hips, raising her arms, jewelry on her hips jingling. But Belen was still sinking into Amelia and she was still moaning as she let him play with her. It wasn’t fair. But Lily’s body started to tingle. She stood straight watching in awe as her outfit started to glow.

“Ahh! Ahhhh!” Lily cried out, an intense pleasure rising out of her crotch like a wave. Her breasts ballooned, filling up her hands, hips widening, turning the gap in her thighs into a V of meeting skin that oozed fertility. Her butt bounced as it grew, now something Belen would no doubt want to grab onto and not just with one hand this time. She was a regular short stack now just like Amelia, all chubby and bed worthy. She looked down at her new form, amazed. Prince Belen would be all over her now.

“Oh, Belen,” Lily cooed, turning around and shaking her ass, hands over her head, looking seductively over her shoulder. Belen stopped and turned. Lily relished his eyes on her. It was totally different now. He wasn’t looking at her like a princess he had to be polite to, he was looking at her like an animal he was going to mate. He was looking up and down her back, eyes coming back to her ass, stunned.

“Lily, what is this?” Belen asked, letting go of Amelia. She looked shocked and offended, a perfect look for her.

“I know this kind of body is what you like,” Lily said. “So now it’s mine. So come get me. Come take my new body. It’s yours.” Belen was on her in seconds, seemingly compelled by a primal urge for her. It was wild being suddenly taken up by him. He pushed her and pinned her to the opposite wall, cupping her breasts from behind, the bulging shaft of his cock pushing up from his pants between the cheeks of her ass. She could feel it there, ready to take her, to plunge into her. It was so close, poised to breed her and fill her with her the prince’s heir. And this way it wouldn’t be some half blood. This baby would be purely royal.

“Belen!” Amelia got on her knees, distraught. Her outfit had already been half removed, her tits hanging out, exposed. But she was left there, wanting and horny, like the slut she was.

“Who’s the real woman now?” Lily gloated, looking out from behind Belen, tongue hanging out and face flushed with the need to be pinned against the wall and fucked.

“I’ll make you into a woman when you’re pregnant!” Belen growled.

“Do it!” Lily moaned. “Fuck me! Knock me up! I want to be your bitch. Make me your bitch!” Lily’s vision flashed white.

The blindfold came off her eyes and she was suddenly back in the dark throne room. She had been so engrossed in the scene she had nearly forgotten where she actually was.

“Huh?” Lily looked down. Her breasts were still large, her hips sitting bigger on the throne then they had before. Am I still in the dream? What happened?

“Hmmm,” Belial hummed. “It seems you have not resisted the darkness.”

“What?” Lily said. “Why am I still like this? Change me back!”

“When you fail to resist your dark thoughts you become them,” Belial said. “And since your fantasy is to become Belen’s fantasy, then that is what you are becoming.” Well…when he put it like that it didn’t seem so bad. If Belen liked her then…

“Here we go again, princess,” Belial said. “Though I’m losing faith in you.”

“Wait you-ah!” Lily stopped, her eyes glazed over. She could feel them change, her pupils turning diamond shaped, her irises turning yellow. Then she was suddenly wearing purple gloves and knee-high boots. It was like they had just formed around her arms and legs. Her vision went white.

She was in a dungeon this time, lit well by torches. The bar of a cell was open behind her and at Lily’s feet was Amelia. She was facing away from Lily on her knees, hands tied behind her back, ankles tied together. Lily smirked and used her new boot, putting it between Amelia’s shoulder blades and pushing her head to the floor.

“You’ve been a naughty maid,” Lily said. “How many times do I have to quell you, slut?”

“Ah…” Amelia moaned. “I’m sorry princess. Please punish this horny maid as you see fit. I’m sorry I’m just a whore of a girl. Please give me your guidance.”

“How’s this for guidance?” Lily stooped down and brushed her fingers across the folds of Amelia’s pussy. She watched her squirm and drool. Look at her, aroused by anything. Lily smiled, aroused by everything.

“Perfect,” Amelia said. “You’re perfect and I’m just your horny servant. I’ll never be pretty and pure like you. I’m just a bitch.”

“Yes you are,” Lily said. “You thought you could steal Belen from me with your lewd body. But I’m the princess and you bow to me.” Lily pressed her hand firmly into Amelia’s pussy and rubbed. There was the faintest inkling in the back of her mind that this was a ruse, all a vision. But she didn’t care or had forgotten. This was too good of a fantasy for her, to finally see her getting what she knew she deserved, watching Amelia beg for her and letting her use her like a good servant would.

“Ah!” Amelia moaned. “Princess, this is too much.”

“Shut up!” Lily said. “I can toy with you however and whenever I want. Now, tell me whose bitch you are, Amelia.”

“Ah!” Amelia moaned. “I’m your bitch. Even if I’m working or people are watching, you can punish me. You’re far more of a woman than me.”

“Lily,” A voice said. “What are you doing?” Lily stopped and stood up. She turned, seeing Belen in the open doorway of the dungeon cell.

“I…Prince Belen…” Lily stammered. “The maid was bad. She needed to be punished for being a horny bitch.”

“That’s enough,” Belen said. “Perhaps I should punish you.”

“Ah!” Lily’s heart leapt at the phrase and she turned and got down next to Amelia on all fours. She put her face to the floor and stuck her ass in the air, shaking it for Belen. “Yes, punish me. Fuck your little princess slut.”

“At least you haven’t forgotten your place,” Belen said.

“I haven’t,” Lily smiled. “I’m your bitch. But I know you want my pussy over hers. Mine will give you strong sons and sexy, fertile daughters.” Lily bounced her ass up and down, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to fuck her. He was on her in seconds again, so hot and primal. His body enveloped over hers and she lay beneath him like the horny animal she was. His cock slipped from his pants and plunged into her. She shuddered, her pudgy, softened skin made rigid with his rod plugging her. His cock was the spine that straightened her. Without him she was just a gooey blob, luscious and horny, nothing she could do but wait and beg for his cock. It had been all she needed this entire time. And she was being fucked right next to Amelia, moaning and slobbering in her face. She had finally beaten that slut, claimed what she desired and now that desire was claiming her. There was no way she would have been able to get out from under him, but there was no way she wanted to. He was making her his bitch, about to claim her womb with his seed. From this noisy, sloppy act of lust and carnal movements, Lily would make the prince a royal family he could be proud of. His son would be a proud warrior and his daughter the fantasy of every suitor around, busty and lewd like her. Belen came, and Lily’s vision went white, relishing the euphoria as he impregnated her.

And then she was back in the throne room again. But the feeling didn’t stop. She still felt like something was taking her, taking over her womb, impregnating her, but not with a baby. The feeling rushed through her, black tendrils snaking through her skin from the crown on her head, her midriff stamp glowing bright pink.

“Ahh…ahhh,” Lily’s tongue hung out, growing and forking, teeth sharpening as she heaved out hot air. Small horns sprouted from her head, bat-like, purple wings sprouting from her back, and a purple, spaded tail slithering out of her tail bone. The lines coursing through her skin stained it, tattooing every inch of her a pale blue. The whites of her eyes dimmed to a black. All the while, it still felt like a cock was thrusting up from the throne into her. She squealed with pleasure as it inseminated her with its shadows, made her pregnant not with children, but with a carnal, permanent lust. The darkness is claiming me. It’s making me its demon bitch!

Lily lurched forward as it stopped. She was panting and drooling, eyes wide open, unable to think clearly. Her body was completely different. What had once been a petite, slender princess was now a pudgy, luscious, blue demon girl, a bubbling, curvy pool of horny wants, a girl taken and sexualized by someone else’s fantasy, made into this.

“Cock…” The word spilled out of her. She fell off the throne, straddling her hips over the floor. There was nothing there, but she humped, thrusting her hips as if trying to ride a dick, stuck with need pulsing in her greedy crotch.

“Cock…cock…cock…” She kept saying it as she thrust, staring absently at the floor, not really taking anything in but the desire for sex. If only a cock would appear below her. She would fuck it until there was no more seed left to take.

“It looks like you couldn’t resist your darkness,” the towering shadow reappeared in front of her. “Now you have become it. The sexualized woman that is your fantasy to be, because it is Belen’s.” Lily didn’t respond. She stared up, barely aware, still humping at nothing.

“Cock…cock…cock…” she drooled, forked tongue dripping, her mouth wide open, begging. If her pussy couldn’t have the cock then she needed it in her mouth. “Please…I need cock. I need to be used and fucked! I’m so horny!” Her cries got more and more intense.

“Perhaps I should oblige,” Belial said. The shadows of his form parted and out stepped a man. He was tall, ripped, naked except for a shadow that obscured his crotch. He was distorted by darkness just like her, but even in her state, Lily recognized him.

“Belen?” She slobbered. “It was you the whole time?”

“Of course,” he said, putting a strong, comforting hand on her cheek.

“Then…” she paused. “Look at me! It’s Lily! I became just what you want. I know you fantasize about girls like this. My body is just how you like now. Please use it! Fuck me! Fuck me like the slut I’ve become…” She stopped, eyes moving to the shadow at his center. “Cock… give me your cock. Give this slutty princess what she deserves!”

“I will,” he said. He waved his hand and the shadow vanished. His dick hung there for her, and she pushed her face up under the long, flaccid shaft. She lapped at it with her new, long tongue as it hardened, towering and overshadowing her face. She opened wide and brought it back down, plunging it into her throat. Coooock… Her mind and will melted. She didn’t have anything left to break as Belen raised a hand and a chained appeared in it. It led all the way to her neck and met a black, spiked collar.

“Mmmmm,” Lily growled with his cock in her mouth, spinning her tongue around the shaft, looking up at the satisfied look on Belen’s face. It broke her to her center, made her know she was in her place, there kneeling and on his leash with his cock in her mouth. Her legs shuddered as her pussy twitched, eager for the feeling in her throat to fill it too.

“Bwah,” Lily opened as wide as she could, letting Belen’s cock rebound out of her mouth, smacking her upper lip as saliva trailed from the tip. Hot, steamy air spilled from her mouth, an uncontainable heat filling her chest and crotch. She started humping at the floor again, melted into nothing but a pool of lust.

“Cock…cock,” She begged, licking at Belen’s shaft with her long tongue. Belen smiled and shoved her. He turned her around and pushed her into the floor. Then he fucked her. Lily didn’t care about anything now. Her demon prince was using her and that was all that mattered. His cock plunged in and bred her, drawing out moans, kinks, and fertility. On all fours, Lily was pounded, fully turned into the prince’s bitch, the lush, sexual object of his fantasy. This was merely the final act. She had come to the castle to defeat a fiend only to be laid low by him and turned into his fantasy girl. But it didn’t matter if it was Belen. She wanted to be his fantasy, the girl he imagined when he was horny and alone or off somewhere without a woman. When he thought of the perfect act of sex, Lily wanted him to think of her. He had disguised himself and turned her into exactly what he wanted, warped her reality and then fucked her. She had been made his bitch in every way, now almost unrecognizable from the girl she was. But if this was the kind of woman that Belen wanted to lay down and bed, then this was the kind of girl she would be. She would keep her pudgy body and seduce him with it, draw him to her and make him fuck her. She would shake her ass for him and inspire hot thoughts of putting her onto her mattress and dominating her. His cock would always make her knees weak and she would kneel. All he had to do was take it out and she would immediately become a submissive bitch, beg for his cock, stroke it and take it however he would give it to her. His desire was hers. He controlled her now, domineered her pussy, made her womb his fertile egg.

Her breasts swung wildly as they fucked, and he grabbed them and kissed every part of her back and neck. He came in her like a lion, roaring with primal satisfaction, pinning down and pumping into his conquered mate. She would undoubtedly get pregnant, the final step of her fantasy, to see herself plump with his child.

When they finished, he sat down in the blackened throne, flaccid cock hanging on the seat, still oozing with cum. She crawled over to him, her womb full. He took her leash and chained her to the throne. So there she was, kingdom and body transformed and corrupted. Her and Belen’s darkest fantasies had impregnated her, and now the former princess was a blue skinned demon girl. Her crotch tattoo glimmered with the warmth of her inseminated womb. She sat by the throne, eyes glazed over and smiling with lust, clearly just used by her demon king. She was leashed to his throne like a pet, now his succubus bitch, a loving slave that would obey his every wish.

THE END