Peek out the door

Despite the constant protests of both the doctor and the demon, you take a few tentative steps back towards the door and crack it open, looking through with one eye. While you can't quite get a good view of the room, you can see a flurry of movement in one of the corners. A tall, slightly armored, humanoid figure is beating and hacking at the large metal machine that stood out earlier, pieces of machinery and metal flying across the room, the noise of their impact with the floor echoing throughout the chamber.

She's clearly preoccupied with the machine, and so you wave Denaria forwards, the two of you stepping into the larger room to hide behind various tables. There's a click as the door falls back into place, and as if aware of your presence, the figure turns to face you, finally giving you a good look.

Her femininity is clear, as she's wearing little in terms of clothes, just a silver plate bikini top ordained with various intricate decorations, and a similarly decorated loincloth that covers the front of her groin and falls to just below her knees, but displays a clear view of the sides of her muscular legs. She's holding a long, bright sword in one hand, which appears pristine despite being used to hack apart the machine. A pair of leather wrist guards cover the last half-foot of her otherwise unclothed arms, and a simple metal headband curves around her forehead, just below her hairline.

As your gaze is draw upwards, you notice a pair of pointed ears escaping from her long, blond hair, and realize that this woman is an elf. Her face is fair but fierce, formed into the shape of a scowl. She's fit, but still rather well curved, filling out the scarce clothing in a pleasant hourglass shape.

Just as she turns, the demon begins to laugh again, the deep rolling noise filling your mind. You can't help but be optimistic- the woman does represent a potential host- but you can't help but mentally ask why Gil finds the situation so funny.

"Because, you foolish mortal, that armor is cursed." The demon breaks from his laughter to respond, and as he does you feel more than see a red tendril of magic reaching from your body out to the elf's, plunging itself directly into the front of the loincloth.

Instantly, the elf's face is flushed, and with a torrent of choice language she desperately tries to unclasp the armor, but to no avail. "Dammit! Not again, not now, why now..." Her complaints trail off as the loincloth seems to retract back into the band around her waist, revealing the front of her groin and a small, hairless sex for the briefest of moments before she drops to the ground and out of sight. You hear the loud clatter of her sword hitting the hard floor, and nod briefly to Denaria before starting to move closer.

You're less concerned about making noise, as within seconds it is clear that the elf has busied herself with the task of pleasure, the wet sounds of finger-fucking filling the room alongside her **** moans. Within a few more seconds you look around the corner of a table, and get a full view of the elf, who has fallen back onto her now-bare ass and has both hands buried between her legs, eyes closed in pleasure. Her top has similarly compressed into a simple band, revealed a pair of pert breasts, topped by two tiny, but hard, pink nipples.

"She's perfect. D, restrain her." The demon's power has clearly grown slightly by the potential new host, as you see the signs of Denaria also being able to hear his voice in her head. Lithe as a cat, she moves almost quicker than the eye can follow, closing the distance before the elf notices, and sinking the fingernails of her left hand into the elf's arm. Her eyes spring open just before a brief second of intense arousal forces an orgasm, and then the elf passes out completely, falling limp onto her back.

"Excellent. We can do the transfer here, just place her onto a table." The demon now speaks through you, an unnatural sensation, but no longer with the concern of silence. You and Denaria work together to lift the elf onto a nearby table, removing the enchanted armor. "You can keep this armor- as you have felt my power, the curse will only bother you rarely," says the demon. You roll your eyes, but decide that something is better than nothing, and so place the small two-piece onto the desk in the middle of the room, as Gil insists that you must stay naked until the transfer is complete, and you're past the point of caring.