Cortney converted

The succubus swallowed Cortney’s soul with a shuddering gasp, her body arching in bliss as her demon body devors it. Cortney’s body slumped forward, empty, her lips still parted in a silent moan. Bryce’s chains shattered. His energy returned slightly that Gina had drained.his body surging forward as raw, unfiltered power flooded his veins. Gina’s draining grip had weakened—just enough. His fingers closed around Cortney’s limp wrist Bridgette’s laughter curled through the room like smoke. “Oh, you got a scond wind pet” she purred, licking the last traces of Cortney’s soul from her lips. “Did you think you could take her back?” Bryce didn’t answer. His other hand snapped up, pressing against Bridgette’s chest—not to push her away, but to hold her there.

Bryce’s energy surged as Cortney’s eyelids fluttered, her breath hitching as consciousness returned. Her fingers twitched in his grip—weak but alive. Bridgette’s smirk Cortney’s eyes flew open, locking onto Bryce’s face, then darting to Bridgette Bridgette’s grip loosened just enough— And Cortney moved. Her free hand shot up, fingers twisting in Bridgette’s perfect hair, pulling her closer, her lips inching closer to the demonsHer free hand shot up, fingers twisting in Bridgette’s perfect hair, pulling her closer, her lips inching closer to the demon’s. Bridgette’s smirk faltered—just for an instant—before amusement curled her lips again. "Oh, pet," she purred, her breath hot against Cortney’s mouth. "Did you really think—?" Cortney didn’t let her finish.

The kiss was of passion, all **** hunger and lust Bridgette , kissed back eagerly as Bryce watched, hand still on Cortney’s wrist.Bryce’s grip tightened on Cortney’s wrist—not to pull her away, but to anchor himself as he watched the corruption take full hold. Cortney’s kiss deepened, her body pressing flush against Bridgette’s, fingers tightening in the succubus’s hair with **** need. The air thickened with the scent of burnt sugar and sweat, the very shadows in the room pulsing in time with their ragged breaths. Bridgette moaned into Cortney’s mouth, her claws dragging down her bare back. Cortney’s skin starting to get a slight pink hue to it.

Bridgette’s moan turned into a gasp as Cortney’s teeth grazed her lower lip—not in pain, but in sharp, delicious threat. The pink hue spreading across Cortney’s skin deepened to a feverish rose, her nails elongating into claws that scraped against Bridgette’s scalp. Bryce’s grip on Cortney’s wrist loosened , His fingers twitched, his own corruption rising in answer to the hunger pouring off her. His lust building as he watches the woman he love, changing.

Bryce’s fingers tightened around Cortney’s wrist once more, pulling her closer. Cortney’s lips keavimg Bridgette’s, now a ony color, the fever in her skin burning hotter as Bryce’s own lust wins out.

Bryce pulled her flush against his body, his breath hot against her fevered skin. The scent of her arousal , of her transformation, driving him wild with need. His lips crashed onto Cortney's - as her body arched into his, her moan vibrating between them. The last remnants of her old self melted away beneath his hands, her skin shimmering with the change as Bryce's control finally snapped completely. His hands roamed the new curves of her body, every inch of her now a perfect, inhuman beauty that made his blood burn hotter than the fever wracking her flesh. "Bryce..." she purred as he transformation into a succubus completed.

Bryce’s hands slid possessively down Cortney’s transformed body—now all sinuous curves and hellfire warmth—as her new claws raked down his chest in answer. Bridgette watched with a smirk, licking her lips as Bryce’s resolve crumbled. "Pathetic," she murmured, though her own breath hitched as Cortney turned those smoldering, fully black eyes with yellow irises on her. Cortney didn’t speak. She didn’t need to., Bridgette cold tell, he was hers to do with as pleased from this moment forward not Bridgette’s, only lilith could take him now , for she would deny her godesses.