"I don't want the demon, I just want you."

She gasps a little, then closes her eyes for a second, and whispers, "I - I always wanted you. Before this- before... Can I see the man, not the demon? Please?"

You are irritated at being made to wait, but something inside you tells you that it is better for your victims to be willing - after all, the Incubus is a demon of seduction, not of ****. You stand, stepping away from where she lies, her magnificent breasts heaving as she watches you. Your wings fold inwards, vanishing into your back as your skin lightens to become a mere pinkish-white, and your horns retract into your head. Your tail whips around itself, disappearing into your body. Your cock, however, is still almost a foot long, and your eyes still serpentine. These are the marks an Incubus cannot change, unlike his more powerful Succubus sisters.

Helen gasps, her hand wandering towards her pussy. "Now, come here, little boy. Come to your Auntie Helen." Her voice is stronger, more dominant. You smile evily. You can play her little game, and her soul will be all the sweeter for it.

"What do you want me to do, Auntie Helen?" you say, attempting to sound innocent - a nigh-impossible task for one of your kind.