Demonhood and servitude

The wizard's features are distorted into a twisted grimace as whatever magic Mar'aath pours into him work its way through his body. His balled-up fists fitfully hammering at the demon's wrist does nothing to ease or loosen the demon's grip. You can't help but feel they look a little smaller than they did just a few seconds ago. Continuing to follow them, you watch on as they grow smaller and smaller. His wrinkled and worn skin smoothes out and becomes soft until his hands disappear behind his now loose-fitting robes.

Craning your neck and turning your gaze toward Mar'aath, you see his brow furrowed in deep concentration. He's muttering words you don't have any care to remember or pay attention too, so instead, you focus on the movements of his dark, succulent lips. You hadn't even had your first kiss. Still, you think as your hands move toward his crotch, there was time for that later. Taking his cock in your hand, you quietly marvel at its size, at how full his girth feels. Sliding up, your fingers trailing the majestic rod's spine until you reach the oozing head, playfully teasing it.

One of his eyes open and the glistering amethyst iris - slitted and inhuman - roam appreciatively all over your exposed body. You puff out your chest, giving him a better view of your deep cleavage, feeling another source of heat in your cheeks. At the **** market, you had felt so ashamed at being seen like this, but with him, you felt brave. Mar'aath must think you a bore, rubbing his cock with such inexperience. But that didn't mean you'd let up without making him feel good.

No longer able to keep your eyes on him, you return to inspecting the wizard. He's undergone an unbelievable change. All that remained of his clothes was his undershirt, everything else had fallen off and was gathered in a pile on the ground; it would be easy to mistake it for a dress with how much it now covered his thin body. His eyes are staring into the distance, the slitted violet orbs glazed over with lust and his lolling tongue dripped with saliva. His intimidating face has lost any trace of masculinity. The rough features and lines showing his age are no longer visible. Neither did it reflect any femininity.

Noticing your sudden interest in the wizard, Mar'aath crooks a smile. His hand leaves you for a second to tear away the shirt, offering you a full view of the wizard's limp and naked body. Again, you are struck by how small it is - more akin to a gnome's than a human's. You watch the blotches of blue covering parts of his hairless skin grow until they envelop the entirety of his exposed flesh. Elsewhere, other changes take place. Black cartilage pierces his skin in spiny outgrowths; stubby claws replace nails; a spaded tail slithers its way down his spine; his flat chest swells into a pair of barely noticeable breasts. All that remained the same was his cock.

Despite all he had done, you feel drawn to his member, stiff and engorged with the hot blood running through it as it was. You shudder and moan with desire, squeezing your fingers around the demon's and focusing on the rhythmic movements as you move your hand back-and-forth to distract yourself. You feel something wet drip down your thighs, telling you that you are more than ready for whatever Mar'aath intended.

"Awaken. Lust Imp." Mar'aath commands the wizard-turned-lesser-demon. Letting go of the imp's neck, the newly-christened demon collapses, crumpling onto the floor where it fell. His limbs twitch, showing signs of life. "Greet your new master." Then, to your surprise, Mar'aath takes your hand in his, sliding a burnished silver band over your finger. "He is yours. This ring binds him to its wearer, compelling him to follow their commands."

"Greetings, master Rosa." There's still bile in his altered voice, but with his hands and knees on the floor that last bit of resistance seems feeble.

You knew precisely what your first command would be and said...