"I want to be a demon like you."

"Ohohoho, are you sure you want that?"

"I just saw you do... 'that' to my friend. I'm freaking scared shitless of you two," she fidgeted for a moment, thinking of what to say, but then gained a determined composure, "but I've always been this fucking nerd who's always been picked on all my life. Sally was my best friend for fucks sake, and I don't... didn't even like her that much! You two are like, the first people I've met who are powerful, like truly powerful, and you're just giving me a wish for anything! Of course I want to be just like you, a demon! Who wouldn't?!"

Belial grinned from ear to ear. She began to laugh with a rising crescendo. "You know I'm going to take your soul away?"

"Fuck it, I don't care. Who needs it? I'm not using it."

Suddenly Belial disappeared into a poof of smoke, leaving her doggy disguise behind. Jaylee blinked, not expecting her real form.

"You look surprised."

"Uh I mean, you're definitely all royal like, and really... intimidating for some reason, but I just thought you'd be taller."

Naamah stifled a chuckle. Belial grimaced, nearing the teen until she was practically on top of her, her hands pushing her onto the floor. The demon's eyes were like windows to a very far away, dark place. Jaylee whimpered, but did not back out. Just as it looked like Belial was about to kiss her, she stood up, her crotch at face level. Her vagticles quickly tore the panties that bound them in place to shreds, wriggling and writhing in eagerness. Her pussy sat in the centre of the clump, a surprisingly unroyal kind of genitals; sootish gray on the outside, and coal-black flesh on the inside. It reeked of musk, of womanly scent that might've been unpleasant if on a normal woman, but on her it was different, not unpleasant at all, addicting even. Black, thin ooze seeped from it, staining and dribbling corruption down her legs, like a lazy girl pissing themself. The tentacles teased and pulled at her labia, spreading it apart to reveal it fully to the trembling teen beneath it.

"Well? What are you waiting for? You wanted to become a demon right?"

"I just... never done anything like this before."

"Heh, don't worry, my lil' wrigglers will help you out."

Just on queue, the free tentacles that weren't busy holding open the cunt shot out and coiled themselves around Jaylee's ears, jolting her head closer in such a way that her lips planted themselves dead centre. Her mouth was immediately assaulted by Belial's fluids, pouring in as if the liquid had a mind of its own. It travelled down her throat, almost causing her to gag and ****, but she couldn't dare deny this euphoric gift. As if she were doing it naturally her tongue plunged in between her folds, rolling and twirling, trailing over every bump and curve, soggy flesh against soggy flesh. Belial kept her hands on her hips. Her tentacles bound themselves around Jaylee's head, trapping her there. One of the tentacles stroked her hair in a motherly fashion. The teen moaned. At first her hands tried to squeeze and fondle at the Imp King's buttocks, but as time went on, and Jaylee gradually lost focus, her hands trailed down until they lay limply at her sides, useless on the floor.

Jaylee's descent into demonhood was quick, yet somehow slow and gradual too. Her veins slowly started showing up through her skin not as red, but as green, spreading through her body like an insidious plague. Nubby obsidian spikes began bursting through her shoulders and back, like little black pyramids. She mewled when her tail stretched like molten rubber from the base of her spine. Her hair began to curl upwards, twisting together and morphing into horns. She continued to suckle at her cunt like a baby at it's mother's teat.

Jaylee's eyes suddenly opened in surprise. She heaved. Something was travelling up her throat...

"Urk! Khhht! Khghhhht-shlrtp-ptoo!"

A little golden ball of light passed through her lips. It buried itself in Belial's cunt, digging itself deeper until it disappeared and got assimilated into her being. Belial suddenly shifted her demeaner and fucking lost it, bucking her hips forward, mashing her crotch into Jaylee's face in an attempt to get the most of it while simultainiously crying out at the top of her lungs and drooling copiously. Her face melted, losing herself in the exctasy. She orgasmed, the teen's tongue still worming and pleasuring her. One by one the tentacles seized up and started jerking and spazzing erratically, as if they were cocks experiencing orgasm. It was a long dozen or so minutes before Belial's orgasm abated, and even then her pussy and Jaylee's tongue and lips were stubborn to part, but eventually they did. Belial stumbled back a step, but caught herself from falling and stood up straight. Black femcum utterly drenched her thighs all the way to her toes.

"Heh-heh-heh... I like you girl. That was quite something."

"Thank you my king. That was the best experience I've ever had."

"Ooh, now I'm all hot and bothered." Naamah sat on the bed's edge, idly rubbing herself.

"Oh let me Mistress Naamah, I need practice."

"What a slut you've turned out to be! We're definitely keeping her!"

Jaylee scampered on all fours towards Naamah, wet and eager to please.