Horny and powerful

Your eyes flicker open. Your head aches. You bring your hands up to your throbbing head and grab your horns. Horns? You laugh a wicked laugh. It wasn't a dream.

You stagger into the bathroom to admire your new physique. You look amazing. Your skin is flawless red. Your lips are black as pitch. Your smile shows a pair of evil looking canines. Your muscle tone is perfect. You have the kind of muscles that women desire. You flex your bicep. It feels like you could bend a steel bar in half.

Then you remember your Queen. In your mind are spells, demonic spells. There are hundreds. The first you try is an illusion to make yourself appear human. It works!

You admire the illusion. You look like a sexier version of the old you. Of course the old you had morals and ethics. Now you understand why you could never make all the parts of your life work, it was that pesky soul. With it gone you are eager to use your newfound wealth to hire a staff of innocent maidens and corrupt them into demon worshipping sluts. Who needs a relationship when you can have a bevy of slaves eager to serve your every whim.

A knock on your door breaks your thoughts. You open it and admire the service girl standing there. Of course she is a succubus. Still you ponder fucking her.

She gives you a wanton smile. "The Queen offers you some new clothes and will speak to you tonight. She has a mission for you. For now you are to enjoy."

"How about I enjoy you?"

"I would like that, however, I have orders from our Queen not to dally."

You frown and consider simply fucking this tart. Your desire to obey the Queen wins out. Besides, there must be other human woman here. You slip on some expensive new clothes and go hunting.