Hide in the nearest room.

Quickly you retrace your last couple of steps and pull the door. It won't budge. “Grrr. What if.” You push a claw into the lock, for a second you think you might actually be able to pick it, but reality steps in and won't allow it. Trying another tactic, you simply twist and **** in the claw till the insides of the lock give in and you are able to push the door open, and quickly slip inside.

Entering the windowless sealed room once again reminds you of the abilities of your new form as it is easy to see. “Now this is something I think I can work with.” You say almost letting out a little giggle. It seems you have found where they store massive quantities of arrows, replacement bow strings, as well as many other weapons of war. Most are clearly designed for things larger and stronger than you, but there are several javelins, spears, and other pole arms that don't care what the build of the user would be. Figuring a spear might be just perfect for use while flying, you start rummaging around as quietly as possible. Finally you find something cool. You find a quiver clearly made for someone larger than you, but after attaching a strap from a smaller one, you get a nice little case you can wear on your back that holds 5 wickedly barbed javelins. In addition to this it has a hook on the side that is just right to clip in place a rather scary looking weapon you don't know what to call exactly. The shaft is metal but not steel, it seems too light for that, and stands a bit taller than you, you'd guess a tad longer than 6'. At the back end is a rather nasty diamond shaped head you are pretty sure is both a balancing weight, as well as a rather nasty club in it's own right. The business end is something to behold. It is tipped with a wicked three barbed point that almost ripples to the tip. Then to either side is a second point, like that of a pitchfork, but they aren't simply points, they extend out a couple of inches before curving upward to complete the fork, they each have a single interior barb, and the outside length of each point is basically like the blade of an ax. In the center is a round hand guard with four holes that allow you to hook it on the side of the quiver, plus you are pretty sure you could use them to attach a rope for harpooning monsters as well if you desired. In fact almost as an afterthought you grab a length of thin strong cord you find that is just about 30' long that you coil and attach to one of the other hooks at the base of the quiver as well. Last but not least you find a thin double bladed dagger in a leather sheath that you buckle to the side of your right leg just below the knee.

Finally armed you quietly wait for a while till you can't hear anything outside of the room. Moving as quickly and quietly as your disguise will allow, you head down the stairs, keeping an eye on your wrist as you seem to be getting quite close. Finally you reach yet another door, and the gem says that the portal is beyond it. Sneakily you pull it open to reveal a hallway. “Huh, I must be at ground level.” Making your way, the gem leads you down a series of turns through what you are sure is a massive complex. Several times you are **** to duck back a bit as more of the massive demons fill the hall, luckily there are enough crossing paths that it is quite easy to remain out of sight. Then as you round a corner you are surprised to see a beautiful demoness, much like the one described to you as something you could become, cloven hooves, snaky tail and all. She is so amazing that for far too long you stare at her not even realizing what you are doing. Your mind tells you to hide before she sees you, but sadly you do exactly the opposite, you keep walking. As she sees you, she flashes you a cute little smile and the tiniest of hand waves. Your heart races as she gets closer and closer, for some silly reason you feel almost like a kid in school about to bump into a secret crush. Then she is right there, arms length, passing you by. “Miss.” You say quietly nodding your head.

This causes a far more **** reaction than you were prepared for. She stops, grabs your left arm, and backs you into the wall till her breasts are only a fraction of an inch from yours. She stands a bit taller than you at just over 6' and her breasts are a bit larger, d cups perhaps, and impossibly perky and amazing, they almost command you to stare at them, but her eyes are equally captivating, as is her smile. “What is this? What are you doing in the spire of Bael? I do not even recognize your kind, what exactly are you?” Then pulling her face close to yours she looks you in the eyes and says, “You will answer my questions.” As she does her words seem to melt into your mind, and you seem to be lost in her gaze.

“This is a magic gem that tells me which way to go. I am here to find a portal to get me to hell. I was told I am a creature called an Erinys.”

“Show me.” She commands, and without the slightest protest you drop the disguise, however in the confined area you don't bother to grow wings. “Stunning, you will feed me nicely. I have not devoured one of your kind before. Now, kiss me.” You do as your told of course, the instant your bodies press together the pleasure builds, her breasts against yours is a feeling unlike anything else you have felt. Then your lips lock, her slender tongue invading your mouth and the world seems to melt away. All there is in all creation is her. Yet part of your mind resists, screaming at you that she is sucking the life out of you. A minute passes, she grips the sides of your head, kissing you passionately, your hands find her ass and hold onto her, your right leg lifting up to slide behind hers to help in pulling your new love to you. Yet your mind still screams at you to push her away before it is too late. Five minutes pass, she cups your breast with one hand, the other moves around behind you to hold you still. The fleshy barb of her tail finds the opening of your pussy and snakes inside, it's length flitting back and forth across your clit as it dives deeper and deeper into you, till you are sure it is in your womb. You can feel yourself getting weaker, and the part of you that is resisting finally gets strong enough to get you to react. One hand on each breast, you push her back till the kiss is broken. “Don't fight it, give yourself to me. Kiss me.”

Once again you do as you are told, but as you do the part of your mind that is resisting is able to once again fight back, and for a second time you push with all of your might that you have left and break the kiss. As you do this time you quickly call on the magic you have yet to try, “Bind.” The instant you utter the word black tendrils rise from the ground from what you are pretty sure is a portal similar to the one you use to hide things. They wrap her legs and pull her from you, if only slightly, but enough to keep her from kissing you.

She grabs your arms and demands, “Stop this at once. Turn off your spell.” You are powerless to disobey, but sadly for her you have no idea how to do as she asks. The black coils of rope quickly rip her hands off of you, pulling them back till they are at her sides. At that moment you realize as you said the spell you envisioned her wrapped head to toe, and are pretty sure whatever type of binding you think of is what the spell does, as it follows exactly your mental image till she is completely covered in the black tendrils. Thankfully you did something so complete, as her mouth is filled with a coil silencing any further use of her own magic. The only truly sad moment is when her tail is ripped from you, causing an instant orgasm that makes your cute little toes curl and you have to slap your hand on the wall and lean back lest you fall to your knees.

You know your disguise is blown, and try as you might what she did to you has made you to weak to change form again, you can't even grow wings. For now you are stuck as your sexy hairless self. A flash of thought of what you considered doing to the other demon, you know you could do it to her, in fact you have a feeling if you were to eat it, her, or one of the black spheres it might just restore your strength, but you are not positive. That said you have her helpless no matter how evil she is, you aren't sure exactly what you should do with her. Hell, part of you wants to take the package of her with you to fuck her later when you have the chance. But that might just be her magic talking, you muse with a smile, conjuring the mental image of you growing a big fat cock and fucking her. “Oh, ya, chicks with dicks on chicks.” You say with a little chuckle. The portal is very close, but sure to have something guarding it.