You meet the demon wearing your body. [Nina's POV]

You can't say no.
You want to. So badly.
But you can't.

The demon wearing you leads you through the secret demon club. It's talking your ear off about some kind of demonic political debate, but all you can focus on is the sashaying of its stolen ass.
"Most of the generals' don't know about this place." It says, pulling your real voice into a sultry register that you've never thought to try. "Or, If they do, they don't care about it."
It's not wearing clothes. Not really. It's wearing this sort-of chain lingerie, a series of thin metal links that falls between its breasts and accentuates every curve. It's the kind of thing you'd expect to see being worn in a the harem of a powerful sultan. A bunch of 'people' around here are wearing this kinda thing. Even...
"Midden."
In front of you is an actual demon. A real one, not hiding inside of a person. A big ugly thing, with blotchy skin and hair growing out of every where. Its thin and gaunt. It is also wearing those chains, thin strips of gold wrapped around it's body and curling up to it's horns.
Your body wears it better, to be honest.
"Rees." Your body says. "You're looking good."
The demon Rees ogles both of your bodies.
"You're looking better. This mount of yours is quite the catch."
The demon Midden smiles.
"Oh, you flatter me! Say, why don't you have a mount. I would think that one of the King's Hands would have the pick of the litter."
Rees says "I have only been called into active service recently. The Prince has gone rouge and it is my job to bring him in. I cannot say much more than that."
"Oh, that's terrible!" Midden says. "I'll be sure to be on the lookout."
"Be sure that you do. Good evening."
Then it leaves.
You don't have much time to ponder this, since Midden pulls you along again.

The demon pushes you into a pile of velvet cushions.
Staring down at you, it says "I must say, I'm glad to see that younger hell-folk are taking an interest in the older traditions."
Seeing where this is going, you shimmy your shorts off and toss them aside. You cock is half-hard.
"In the time of antiquity, hedonism was the finest act a devil could aspire to. Oh, I wish I could have seen it for myself..."
It pushes a pair of fingers into its stolen vagina. It get's itself worked up. You follow suit, stroking yourself. God, this is so wrong...
You can't do this! Have sex with your own body? What did you do to deserve this?
"I can show you the truth, youngblood..."
It kneels down right above your head, the stolen bounty of your quim hovering inches in front of your face. It is soaking wet.
"Show me that you deserve it."