Dalmira Becomes a Demon

Dalmira couldn’t take it anymore; she was hornier than she ever thought possible; while still completely nude, she went over to the signal by the ornate bed and requested Delvin come to her room that instant. She could feel her lower half beginning to drool as the thought of being plowed by Delvin flashed through her mind a few times. Dalmira could feel her whole body on fire, like an inferno, but somehow the heat was pleasurable more than painful or annoying. And the only way to really quell the flames was a supposedly very good pounding.

While contemplating playing with herself again, Delvin entered the room. He was more imposing than she thought; he was completely naked, and his penis was almost fully erect. The moment the door was closed behind him, Dalmira said, “I don’t know what’s going on, but I need you to fuck me, pound me, plow me, and keep going until this craving subsides.”

“I think you’ve pieced together a bit of the truth already,” said Delvin, “while you are more than willing, there are a few things I need to hear from you, and to that end, I am requiring you to answer the questions you probably have been asking yourself and want to ask us.”

Dalmira didn’t like that he was being such a tease, but her mind had been nagging at some stuff, and she figured this was as good a time as any to at least try and get some answers. With intense sexual desire in her voice, Dalmira said, “What were those flashes I saw with you and Marin? I’m pretty sure neither of you had illusion spells like that.”

“Oh, that was no illusion,” came Marin’s voice from behind Delvin and the door, “it was was just a little show we put on to help better get you primed,” Marin then entered the room with a bit of flourish, the door didn’t even move. “We were making it look like our mortal guises were failing a bit.”

Dalmira blinked a bit before saying, with surprise, “I’m sorry, what?”

“The whole guild was turned into demons,” said Marin nonchalantly, “has been before your return…Madre was a loose thread we managed to so back into the tapestry.” She suddenly dropped her guise, “I’m sure you suspected something similar before your little kiss with Delvin.”

“Everything seemed a bit…off,” said Dalmira; she started absentmindedly reaching up to fondle herself with both hands but stopped a hair’s breadth from her breasts; she turned her attention to Hilthrika, “but you seemed extra special for some reason.”

Hilthrika gave a seductive chuckle that filled the elf woman with envy for a split second before saying, “Well, I am; even compared to all the rest of the demons under his command and thrall. And you are almost as special; we’re the only ones he primed with his corruption through kissing; most of the others, even Glacia,” Dalmira quirked at the name, accidentally placing her hands on her breasts and giving brief sensual moan; she hadn’t heard that name before, but she had probably already encountered her, “were initially corrupted via his food. Truth be told,” continued the demonic dragon woman with enviable features, “that’s how he got Glacia, who then assisted in arrangements for Armarlia. And since we’re continuing to be honest, I caught when they were working on bringing myself and Meltorna into the fold.”

“She straight up told me she wanted me to corrupt her as soon as possible,” said Delvin, “the only way I had corrupted anyone up to that point was by having them ingest traces of the corruption to let it spread throughout their bodies. But Hilthrika,” he gestured to the figure that was formerly Marin, “had a corruption fetish, and was more than eager to down copious amounts of food with traces of corruption.”

“That’s when he told me,” said Hilthrika, “all we had to do was kiss, then he released his corruption into me, then finished the ritual to turn me into his loyal demonic slut. That’s the last part you’ll be going through shortly; he just wants to make sure of a few things before completing the ritual, and part of that is hearing you say a few things.” She gave an erotic lick of her demonic lips.

Dalmira looked over at the demonic dragon woman again, not with fear, terror, or horror, but with intense envy, and a dash of satisfaction.? The only part of the demonic dragon that wasn’t enviable was her bosom, ironically enough, because Dalmira’s was already more voluptuous and bountiful in form. Instinctually the elf merchant knew what she needed to say, what she wanted to say. She didn’t remove her hands from her bosom; something within wouldn’t let her; she turned her attention to Delvin and said, “I swear absolute fealty and unyielding loyalty to you, so please pound my mortal self out and the demon I am meant to be into me.”

“Well,” said Hilthrika, “I didn’t think she would be that articulate,” as Delvin wordlessly dropped his guise and unceremoniously rammed his rod into Dalmira’s extremely moist vagina. Dalmira felt something happening with her mind as she felt Delvin’s load release in her.

Dalmira blinked a bit; she had been at the inn getting plowed a moment prior; now, for some reason, she was in the halls of the merchant guild where she had been officiated and taught the ways of being a merchant. Even so, something about the walls, floor, and ceiling felt a bit off. There had always been some demonic iconography in the place, it came with the nation’s historical aesthetic, but this much hadn’t been so bold before. A quick look at herself told Dalmira she was naked; she had never been so brazen as to enter any guild building naked; there had been that one time she had left the Adventurer guild building completely nude, but she had been dared to do so while drunk and was handed back everything with a potion to clear away the hangover the following morning by the same person that had given her the drunken dare, the guild master herself, Felnira Chill.

Dalmira was on the alert; if things were off around her like this, then she was probably in some sort of lucid dream or vision. She took a quick look around; there were a few doors to the right and left, a wall with the impression of a door before her, and likely a door behind her. She made her way to the nearest door on her left and opened it. She was greeted to the sight of guild staff at the adventurer guild all dropping their guises in a private room she wasn’t familiar with, to the staff turning into imps she had never seen before but immediately recognized as imps. A moment later, the imps were having an orgy, to which Dalmira promptly shut the door; she didn’t need an example of how imps are horny little things. She went to the door across the hall from the one she had opened prior; she saw Shirona strip down and shift into some kind of demon with shifting metal skin, and get an oddly attractive air to her. Dalmira promptly shut the door. She had an idea of what this was now; each of the doors would show the adventurers she had come to know as her friends shifting into their demonic forms and then likely do something kinky or erotic if she left the door open too long.

Dalmira turned her attention to the partially obscured door at the end of the hall and approached it; she might as well get this over with. The moment she touched where she believed the door to be, Dalmira found herself at Delvin’s inn, and it was empty; not even Delvin was in the place. She decided to look around; then she saw…it? Her? Dalmira wasn’t entirely sure. The figure strode into the inn with an air of confidence Dalmira wished she had been able to have. It came into view. The figure was her but as a demon. But she looked like a gorgon; her emerald, topaz, and sapphire hair looked like snakes writhing about upon her head; she had a very stone-like complexion; her skin looked as if it were composed of metamorphic rock; her figure was far more sensual than Dalmira herself, even her bosom was noticeably bigger, Dalmira was an M-Cup, but this figure’s breasts were a solid P-Cup.

In a sensually earthy feminine voice, she said, “Didn’t expect to see your future self, did you?”

“I’m going to enjoy this,” inquired Dalmira, “aren’t I?”

“On several occasions,” said the demonic figure that was her future self. It was at this point, Dalmira noticed her eyes were like a geode mimicking the eyes of a serpent. “You’ll be heading back in a moment; you’ll find out what we can do in short order.”

The erotic statue of an elf that Dalmira had formed into shortly after her being fucked to transform into a demon began to crack. First, the bust began to crack a moment before a larger bosom exploded out, causing the rest of her figure to break free from the stone with cracks spidering out from where her breasts exploded into a P-Cup. She had the exact same figure as the version of herself she met in that vision brought on by corruptive transformation.

“Mhmm,” she said in her new sensually earthy voice, “that felt good,” she looked over at Delvin, “That felt great, Master. You can call me Murcalumis,” she propped her head for a moment, “it looks like the investigator from the neighboring church finally decided to pay us a visit. I’ll go see what I can do about that.” She took on the guise of Dalmira; the only indicator anything had changed was her slightly larger bust and the subtle way she added sensuality to her steps.

A moment later, Dalmira, in what looked like her usual attire, was at the entrance to the inn to meet the guest, a lovely-looking human Paladin with shiny metal full-plate armor and skin that gave the impression of having been tanned on the coast. “Lady Dalmira,” said the woman respectfully, “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“I just got in the other day,” said Dalmira, “we both know this is almost a pointless procedure; your investigation will likely turn up identical, if not similar, to the last time this happened.”

“Yes,” said the lady Paladin, “but procedures are what they are.” Delvin and Hilthrika were remaining hidden as they listened in on the conversation; they wanted to see what gave a newly reborn Murcalummis so much confidence and wanted to see what she was planning to bring to the table.

“I bumped into Marin on my visit,” continued Dalmira, “she said something about Shirona needing a Paladin or Cleric to help complete a charm that’s supposed to enhance the power of holy wards and barriers,” Marin and Delvin picked up on what she was implying quickly, and Marin headed to see Meltorna while mentally calling a few of her dracus imps to come and assist. “Perhaps,” continued Dalmira, “you could check on the status of that project after you’re done here.” She then led the Paladin in to place that was nearby but out of sight from the outside and gave her a deep stare with their eyes meeting, “I do hope we have a mutual agreement of understanding.”

“Of course,” said the Paladin; she then tried to turn to leave, only to find her feet stuck to the floor; she looked down, but all she could see and feel was being paralyzed from the knee down. A moment later, Dalmira dropped her guise and gave an amused grin; a moment later, the paladin was an erotic statue with her mouth wide open and vagina spread open; it even looked like one of her hands was in the act of spreading it open. The statue's armor was in a pile at her feet, and closer inspection showed it somehow had turned skimpier.

“It seems I can turn women into what are basically onahole statues,” she turned towards Delvin, “I’ll leave her like this for a bit; you can work your magic without fear of your attempts. After the church is worshipping you, I’ll see about priming the nearby town. I want to see what my powers do to the male population; I doubt any fiends more powerful than myself are affected by my gaze, so you’re at least safe.”

“We’ll test that out later,” said Delvin, “and you need practice undoing your petrifying gaze. I think you might be a Concretion Demon; they were often confused for gorgons.”