Abbadon turns male.

Abbadon took a long, slow breath through her nose and a thousand tiny details on her body shifted.

Curves hardened. Her breasts flattened into pecs. Hips straightened. Abbadon't hair even grew a few inches because it matched the handsome goatee that crawled over his jawline. An absence between her legs was filled with a dark cock that stood upward against his navel.

While Amitiel had grown attached Abbadon in her feminine aspect, his masculine aspect was nothing to sneeze at. Amitiel's love for Abbadon told her that no matter what form her girlfriend took, she would think she was beautiful. Her lust however saw Abbadon's erection and wanted to spread her legs so that the demon prince(ss) would have an easier time violating her.