Chapter 51
by 
Drakavius
What Does Emi Do?
Emi Flees
Emi stumbled up and out of the bed around the rutting emergent demons. Her head was a euphoric daze of sex pheromones, and pleasure endorphins giving her a dizzying high as she staggered out of the bedroom, and into the bathroom. As she noticed her vision blurring she paused to pick up her glasses, not even thinking about how clearly she had been seeing.
Flipping the light on Emi leaned heavily on the counter, the whole world a sex hazed daze. As she looked at her frazzled hair, and flush cheeks and chest she noticed them, seemingly staring at her.
In a panic she went feeling her temples, growing distressed as her hands confirmed her sight. Two ebony black horns had begun to hook out of her temples. Her hair looked darker, glossier, her eyes seemed to almost glow yellow. Were her ears becoming pointed?
Panic and shock pushed her body's euphoria and hunger for more pleasure aside. With some panicked splashes of water to her face the demonic features seemed to vanish. At least the obvious ones, she couldn't ignore the changes to her skin, breasts, hips and ass.
“I need to get out of here…” Emi told herself, cringing at the thought of facing the temptation of re-entering her room.
Slipping in the doorway she heard a chorus of luring invites calling to her from the bed, trying not to look, listen, or even be aware of just what they were doing Emi quickly rifled through some drawers. Hurriedly grabbing underwear, pants and a shirt.
Jogging out to the living room she rushed throwing on the clothes, stalled in her attempt to wear a bra by her burgeoning breast size. Her yoga pants taking extra effort to squeeze into.
Grabbing her wallet she rushed out the door with her keys, she needed to go somewhere safe. Somewhere where faith might cleanse and protect her.
She needed to get out of here.
