Cassiopeia was gone

When you awoke, Cassiopeia was gone along with the relic and your clothes. You expected to be lying in a sticky white pool of fluid, but you were completely clean. Afraid you were left a gaping hollow tube you did your best to check between your legs but your pussy was as tight as it was before the incident. Honestly if it wasn’t for the vague feeling of emptiness and the pleasant soreness down there you could have believed it all a dream.

A quick survey of the room revealed only your old sword and an indecent set of black armor. You half expected draped loose cloth like the demon's outfit, but instead it was made of black leather and metal. Thigh high, high heeled black leather boots. A very short black leather micro skirt, so short that it wouldn’t hinder your movements. A black leather bodice that does cover your nipples, barely. Black leather fingerless long gloves. A Silver tiara and finally a black leather choker with a purple heart on it. The whole thing screamed ‘wardrobe malfunction’ and ‘villain’ at the same time.

After a debate with yourself that lasted longer than it should have, you decide it was better than going naked. Just barely as the demoness didn't see fit to include panties. The thought of adventuring in this outfit caused you to blush and heat to grow between your legs. As you get dressed you notice a purple glowing mark below your stomach that wasn't there before. A heart like design with horns and wings that also seemed to incorporate stylized fallopian tubes. Your heart sank when you realized this was some sort of lust womb crest thing. That was the other gift she gave you.

In hentai this sort of mark could turn you into a succubus, make you a sex ****, or any number of kinky things... she never said what it did just that it would help on your journey. You wish the skirt was long enough to cover it, but if you pulled it up to cover, your bare pussy would be exposed, so instead the majority of the mark was visible just over the waist band of the skirt. But it only showed up when you started getting dressed... maybe it reacted to your arousal?

Whatever the case, you can't hide it, and you aren't going out completely naked.

As you made your way to the exit you were surprised by how easy the armor was to move in. Even the stupidly high heels felt comfortable and provided exceptional balance and footing. It seemed resilient and despite how precarious it all looked, nothing moved or popped out of place. Definitely magic.

When you left the temple, you were shocked to hear people. You expected to return to a dead city but apparently with the demons gone what people that were left came out of hiding. They looked at you with confusion and fear. You felt a naughty thrill as you walked past the survivors who stared at you with mixed emotions. Most gazes were confused but there were no small number that burned with lust. You could feel it as they recategorized you from hero to a demon's wanton slut. What shocked you the most though was the way your body reacted. With each step you felt your already wet cunt grow wetter. The crest over your womb glowed brighter and brighter with each step, proclaiming that you were owned by a demon.

Am I an exhibitionist?

You were embarrassed yes... but you were also painfully turned on. You could feel the blush reaching your ears... but this sexual thrill must be why people wore butt plugs in public…