Exit: The Unchained Goddess and her Demon King

No. It feels superfluous. Pointless, even: My goddess is already the perfect mixture of power and allure, as befits the Goddess of Demons. Even I, the nascent demon king, feel overcome with awe - spellbound by the riot of lust and passion her visage compels. Before I realize, I've already commanded my phone to 'Exit,' and the goddess has returned to life.

Her power - our power - surges through my the bonds of my pact. I watch as the chains binding my goddess crumble to ash, their power siphoned into this ritual of rebirth. My limbs swell as muscles gain form and definition. I feel my apparel strain against me as I gain physique comparable only to the most athletic of my former peers, and feel as the power surging through my form seeps into it as well, shaping it into a raiment more befitting a king.

I feel my goddess' gratitude as the final bonds begin to weaken. Her pride as my ascent nears completion. As the last links of chain turn to dust and thick, mighty horns spiral from my skull... I feel her release, and the world shakes with her cries of exultation.

"Ah... ahaha..." My goddess giggles, her voice bizarrely cute and pure as she indulges in a moment of complete bliss. As the joyous notes of her cheer fade, the mighty demoness returns her attention to this world and gazes down upon me. "Thank you, my dear master, for preparing such a delightful vessel," She says, giving one of my horns a gentle stroke with a single, titanic finger. Then she shrinks down until her form is just the right size for me to appreciably dominate and dips into a shallow curtsy. "Now, shall you take the kingdom, the world, or...?"

Sensing my goddess' desire, I deny her her words and take her to the ground for coupling. Our bond woulds till assure compliance if I dared to test it, but... She is not displeased. How could she be?

This is the partner she sculpted herself, entering into her womanhood, grasping at her horns, her teats, and her hair. I'm taken with an uncanny blend of forcefulness and grace I would never have managed as a mere human, instinctually seeking her deepest places and teasing them with perfect fervor. When she bucks, I ride her by the horns. When she cries, I take her hair between my fingers and gently sooth her. With shared sensation, we join in electric ecstacy as we tease and test each other.

Mankind and the mortals can wait in their fear and anticipation until tomorrow: tonight's celebration is for us.

[AN: This exit fought me to write, but I finally managed to put together something I was content with.]