Marin's Willing Corruption, and Transformation

The meeting between the two guild women and Delvin went about as well as could be expected, pleasant but not as good as it could have been. Shirona was measured and controlled, as always, to the point she was unwilling to consume anything until she could get a device that could produce what she was after up and running. Marin was more receptive to the chat, which ran a bit longer than Delvin was usually comfortable with. The moment all parties agreed, the meeting was concluded, and Shirona was out the doors and headed back to the guild.

A few minutes after the second door confirmed Shirona had left the building, Marin turned her attention to Delvin and said, “So,” she was a bit more excited than Delvin had thought possible or anticipated, “how did you corrupt the guild master and guild enforcer? What do you need to do to hasten my corruption?”

Delvin decided to probe a bit, not confirming or denying anything with his voice, “Why are you asking? This doesn’t seem to be a professional interest.”

“Truth be told,” said Marin in a more professional manner, “I’ve had a strong desire to be corrupted by demonic energies for quite some time now; I have no idea when or how it started.”

Delvin could hear the sound of amusement from his first two corrupted over the private line that came with his corrupting of them, “They ate it,” he said with amusement, “to be more accurate, I infused the corruptive energies into their food, the corruption is more potent when it happens within the body of the target.”

“So, how about you infuse some of that food and give me some?”

“Or we can go the more direct approach,” said Delvin with amusement.

“What do you mean by that,” inquired Marin with confusion, “I thought you were using some item that allowed you to demonically corrupt whatever you wanted.”

“No,” said Delvin as he opened the chamber’s door, “I inherited the power from my predecessor recently.”

“You inherited the power,” said Marin in surprise, “he must have been a high-ranking demon.”

“From what I heard, he was one of the highest-ranked devils,” said Delvin as he made his way to the part of the private areas that had the magical extradimensional space he had Glacia setup for him as part of her play during the meeting, he led Marin into the magical chamber, “I’m sure you might be able to guess who it was.”

“One of the highest devils,” said Marin in surprise as she entered the magical space after him, “the only one I’m aware of was reportedly taken out, permanently.”

“Yeah,” Delvin said as he settled in on one of the prepared couches and had one of the magical servants modeled after snowflakes to get him a beverage with a gesture. “And what do you know of that devil.”

“Hlicorviirus, the Lord of Corruption, was one of the Supreme Devils that ruled over a portion of the Hells as its king; most people mislabeled him as a Devil Prince because of how well he’s managed to manipulate information about his domain; I only know what I do because of the time I spent in ruins and the like tied to demons and devils before I ended up as an official member of the guild’s staff.”

“Well,” said Delvin as he dropped his disguise, revealing his ornate horns, “that’s more than most people would be able to say; it turns out that same devil is my biological father; he knocked up my mother as a sort of failsafe that was supposed to get primed back a few years ago, but my mother’s premature murder kind put a block in that part of the plan, so the failsafe for the failsafe wasn’t able to kick in until recently.”

“Oh, I really want to be a naughty girl now,” said Marin as she quickly set her burned attire away to reveal her naturally lascivious body.

“A little too eager there,” said Delvin with amusement, “fucking you is only the step that completes the corruption and triggers your transformation into my loyal demonic slut.”

“Then what do I do before that,” said Marin with a bit of sexual need in her voice; this woman really was kinky.

“Kiss me,” said Delvin, “fully on the mouth, and let my tongue and essence into your body; if I’m right, the flood of fiend energies from me into you should fill your being in a matter of minutes, possibly faster, because there won’t be a medium holding or containing it to interfere with its assimilation into…” before he could finish any further Marin was already kissing his mouth, practically forcing her draconic tongue into his mouth to probe for what she sought.

Delvin didn’t waste any more time; instead of slowly pouring his corruptive energies into the target, he decided to go full force and blast the back of Marin’s throat with his corruptive energies. In mere moments, Marin pulled away with an erotic cry of surprise. For the first time, Delvin could genuinely see the level of corruption he had induced on his target; Delvin could actually see Marin’s mind and soul completely enshrouded in his power, emphasized by the tainted indigo of his corruption being marked by a tainted gold symbol he instinctively recognized as his symbol as the new Lord of Corruption.

With next to no warning, Delvin’s own attire had disappeared from his figure to reveal his massive, fully erect devil member, which he thrust into a blissfully surprised Marin’s vaginal tunnel with no fanfare. The drake-kin’s womb eagerly descended at what seemed no time at all to meet Delvin’s member, after which point he began to fuck her for a few minutes, causing more erotic cries of joy and ecstasy to escape Marin’s lips before finally letting loose a stream of devilish jizz that filled her womb and flowed down her vaginal canal as he removed his member from inside of her.

As the cum from Delvin’s cock began to leak out of Marin’s body, she was encased in a massive black egg easily twice her size; the material appeared to have the consistency and texture of latex. The material slowly became dyed a corrupted red with tainted indigo highlights that slowly worked its way back down and formed around Marin’s figure, enhancing it in several erotic ways. She was given a tail with a sensual design, her frame was given a more erotically defined muscle structure, her bosom was ballooned to an I-Cup, and as her face became visible again, her face had a more sensual design, her eyes had a more erotic dimension to them with her pupils almost seeming to be black flames that danced in her irises that went through every possible color fire could be, her lips were more erotic and defined with a look that said they would burn anyone that tried to force a kiss on her, and her tongue was longer and more infernal with greater dragon-like properties while also being more articulate.

Marin had been transformed into an Infernal Envy Dragon, an extremely rare type of demon that straddled the line of power between devil and demon, being classified as a demonic dragon but being more in line with a devil in terms of power; it was said that even mid-tier devils had a hard time overpowering her kind. “Oh, fuck,” said the now transformed Marin, “that sex was incredible, and the sensation of being reborn as a demon was almost as good; I can see why those two are so eager for your cock, master. Call me Hilthrika; my old name has next to no meaning to me.”

“Well, Hilthrika,” said Delvin, “I am more than pleased to see you were so willing to play around and experiment with me, but we still have Shirona and the rest of the guild staff to take care of before my domination of the guild is secured.”

“And you need me to play the same game my ‘sisters’ have been all this time, at least until your control is secured.”

“Yes, and that means the entirety of the guild, including the members that are out and about whenever possible, and the neighboring temple need to be under my thrall as well.”

“The guild staff and some of the members that go out and about should be easy enough,” said Hilthrika, “I can feed them rations like the ones you gave my sister on your little shopping run. Shirona’s going to be trickier; she’s wary of my sisters and probably won’t let them give her anything from you for a while.”

“But she still trusts Marin, which means you,” said Delvin with a smirk, “all we have to do is ensure something corrupted by me enters her body, and the magic will do the rest. She rather enjoys mixing her potions to save on costs, but she’s rather anal about making sure all her ingredients are fresh and pure as possible, so I doubt infecting one or more of her ingredients will do us any good.”

“True, but she does have a habit of biting some of her tools,” said Hilthrika with a smirk, “if we can find a way to coat some of her tools in your power, her own habits should do the work for us.”

“Well then, we have a plan. Make the appropriate preparations, and make the excuses as believable as possible.”

“Gladly,” said Hilthrika with an erotic lick of her lips, “I’m probably going to require some new attire.”

“Your natural, demonic disguise magics should take care of that; just make sure you’re as close to your prior mortal form as possible to keep anyone from catching on, and make sure to keep an eye out for anything that could ruin the game or spoil the fun.”

“Of course, Master!”