A magic ritual.

“We can find you more suitable cock if you wish, my Queen.” Rat offered.

Bethany shook her head, “No, I have a better idea.” She started to issue instructions, and not long later, there was a sigil carved into the stone with tiny claws, and the other ingredients were ready.

She pointed at the three who had remained with her and the four who had brought her ingredients.

“Stand at each point of the sigil, a flower in each hand,” she commanded them. They didn’t question. They didn’t hesitate. They simply did as they were told. Then she crouched between the Marhagore’s legs and, using her sharp claws, neatly sliced open his sat to retrieve two large balls, each glowing with corrupting magic. She stepped into the middle of the sigil with her hands dripping in blood and started to chant. She felt the magic start to course through her and then the crackling of magical corrupting energy. It flowed out to each of the seven points of the sigil, and the imps started to change.

From three to five to seven feet tall, they grew. And proportionally, they grew more. The five male imps grew balls heavy with fertile seed, their cocks lengthened and thickened. One sprouted an extra arm from the centre of its chest. Another sprouted a second set of wings. Their claws grew long and ragged.

The two women, in the meantime, also changed. Their breasts grew large, and their skin tone darkened. Like her, their nipples inverted into little gnashing mouths with thick lips, and their horns grew from little stubs to massive handlebars suitable for holding while doggy style or face fucking the creatures.

As the spell was finishing, other imps returned with some magic ingredients. All looked crestfallen when they saw they were too late.

As the seven changed imps collapsed to the ground panting in exhaustion at their monstrous changes, the remaining imps came closer. Slowly her seven chosen stood up and looked at each other. Rat smiled, “I take it I am no longer too small for you, my lady?” he asked.

Beth shook her head, “No, but you must be famished after your transformation. Please fill yourself on those who are like you once were.”

All the imps hesitated, and a couple of her chosen, but the chosen were faster. Rat was the first to grab one of the little imps, a screaming squealing figure he grabbed by the head before tearing it in two to feast on its flesh with newly powerful jaws and fangs.

Bethany watched the carnage around her as her chosen were drenched in the blood of the imps. She could feel the carnage raising the lust within her.

She watched as one of her newly chosen was overcome with lust and started to fuck the decapitated skull of one of the fallen imps and moaned. “Wouldn’t you rather fuck me, my dear?”

The chosen turned to face her, its hands no longer holding the head, and it stepped closer. The skull slowly sloughed its way off his cock as she lay back against the corpse of the Marhagore and said. “Fuck me with your blood-soaked cock. You will be the first to fuck me.”