10 March 2018

The TG War - Part 4: Demon's demise

Part 4 of my collab with Yasmina :)
Tefag’havok the demon was proudly contemplating his reflection in the mirror. Like all hellish creature his pride and vanity were his greatest sins. He polished his horns, and smiled pleased. The horns were the most important part of a demon’s body, symbolizing his power and dominance, and he wanted to look his best for his new slaves. He would have soon showed to the two craving women how “horny” he could get.

He stepped into the next room and smiled smugly as he saw the two gorgeous women laying on the bed waiting for him. Ever since he had taken the transformed genie and warlock as his new sex slaves, his days in the depths of hell had got much less boring. For centuries he didn’t feel quite that powerful and didn’t enjoyed sex with mortal women so much. Maybe it was the awareness that the two submissive sluts that now only lived to pleasure him used to be two of the most powerful magical creatures in the world. Well, they still were less powerful than him, and now he would have showed them their place every day until he would have eventually got bored of his new toys. Or so the thought.

<<All right girls, which one of you is going to choke on my demonic dick today?>>
<<But… master! You got no dick!>>
<<What? What’s the meaning of this foolishness?!>> he asked with his deep and imperious voice as he looked down, but as he did so he realized that his huge infernal shaft was no longer hanging from between his legs. Instead he now had a completely flat crotch, and a slit had taken the place of his genitals.
<<What the..?>> he said interrupting the sentence after having noticed that his voice had just changed from his usual gruff tone to a melodic and womanly one. For the first time in his immortal life he started to feel something that could have been considered fear, as he saw his skin change color from its bright red to a fair tone similar to that of humans, while his hands and harms became dainty and slender. He felt his mighty wings retreat into his back, which arched as his physique reshaped into a voluptuous figure, with his ass perking up and becoming round and sexy, his hips becoming wide and curvy, and his legs elongating and becoming toned and smooth like glass. He yelped in a very feminine way as two round breasts suddenly appeared on his chest, and finally he felt his monstrous and frightful face change into a pretty feminine visage, with bright full lips and delicate facial features. All that was left of his demonic form were now his horns, which somehow seemed to have grown in size.
<<What’s the meaning of this?! Why am I a woman?! Is this your doing?!>> he asked enraged at his servants.
<<No master we swear! How could we do this to you? We have been stripped of all our powers.>>

Tefag’havok had to admit that they were right. Not only in their current form they could represent no harm for him, but even if they still had their magical powers they couldn’t possibly have transformed him like that anyway. He was the most ancient demon alive, and in the course of millennia he had gathered enough powers so that no entity in the world could have done something like that to him.
He tried to change back, but nothing seemed to work. No matter how many times he tried to use his magic, those tits were still hanging from his chest, and his dick was still nowhere to be seen. He was growing increasingly nervous, but what really was making him more and more frustrated was an alien and unsettling feeling between his legs. He realized that he was horny, and that soon enough he would not have been able to hold back. He needed sex! “Fuck it!” he thought, “I will not let this body stop me. I will just scratch this itch and after that I will be able to think straight again and figure out how to change back!”. So the demoness threw herself over the bed, eager to find some relief for her arousal. However she would have soon found out that now that she had been transformed into a succubus she craved sex with human males, and no amount of female slaves could have quenched her thirst for male essence.

For the rest of her immortal life, during the occasional moments of clarity between those of absolute and uncontrollable arousal, Lamia would have kept wondering what kind of power could have possibly have reduced her like that. What kind of otherworldly being could have been so powerful to reduce the mightiest of demons to nothing more than a sexpot?

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