You awaken a changed woman...

"...bine! Sabine!" Your eyes flutter open. Indra is kneeling over you. Your mind is sluggish, as if you've just awoken from a deep slumber.

It takes a few seconds for the dream to flash back through your mind. You HAVE just awoken from a deep slumber. Indra's ritual knocked you out and you were having a lucid dream, wherein you confronted the daemon that **** you, you mastered it, and consumed its essence as your own.

Ah yess... now it's all coming back to you. The feel of it - not only the sex, but the power. You felt it flowing into you, remaking you into something different. You feel it now, brimming just below the surface. It may have just been a dream, but the confrontation between yourself and the spirit of the daemon growing inside you was real, and not without consequences.

Delicious consequences. The recollection of what transpired carries with it the acceptance of the daemon's essence, and it fills you up with all the **** of a dam bursting. You gasp with delight at the rush of fiendish power coursing through your veins. Indra is shocked at the sudden outburst, but she remains a silent spectator while your body heaves with renewed vigor.

The understanding of this change precedes any change to your physical form, and with only the desire, you will your body to retain its human shape. It wouldn't do for Indra to realize what has transpired while you're still recovering. Though a mortal woman, she is still a witch, and as far as you've been able to gather, well-prepared to resist your seduction. No, you need at least a few minutes to adapt to the change, and it would be good to catch Indra off her guard as well.

The involuntary shudders of your body subside and you're now lying flat on the ground, apparently unchanged compared to when the witch first started working her magic... save for the symbol on your belly which has changed to represent yourself. Luckily, that is still concealed by the clothes which Indra had provided earlier in the day. The white, sleeveless bodice feels just a bit tighter around your chest - you know that it's because your breasts are a bit fuller than before. Likewise, your leather pants feel snug around your hips. Neither article of clothing is stretched obscenely - it would be suspicious if you'd woken up far more endowed than when you went to sleep - but your body is still subtly more alluring than before, even without revealing the full extent of your daemonic splendor. Not that you weren't dead sexy before, you reflect with an internal leer at the memory of your mortal appearance. Maybe a bit petite, but that only added to your allure. You might end up spending quite a bit of time in your mortal body...

"Sabine! Are you okay?" Indra was still kneeling over you. Sweet Indra. Sexy Indra. Her body isn't much different from yours, with a bit more swell to her curves than your mortal form and long black hair. You want her, but you're still a bit disoriented. Also hungry, you finally realize, so you shouldn't wait too long.

"Yes, I'm fine... I think I'm fine. What happened?" You play innocent. It's a good look for this body.

"Don't you remember? I was concentrating on the ritual, but then you began to thrash around in your sleep, so I had to break the connection and wake you up. What happened in your dream?" Her sincerity is touching, and you're sure it will taste as delightful as it smells.

"It's a blur, mostly... I found the daemon, I think? Yes... I fought it. I defeated it..." It's a deception wrapped in truth, so there's no wonder that she believes you. You can actually feel her trust - the same way that you can feel her concern, and even her lust for you - somehow, you're able to just understand her emotions. This sort of preternatural empathy would have made you one of the most gifted sisters in your order. Now it makes you a more cunning hunter.

Indra releases a breath of relief and helps you to your feet. "Then, it was a success? That's fantastic! We'll need to inspect you to see what sort of influence remains..." You put a finger to Indra's lips. Satisfaction. Excitement. Lust. Yes, even if the witch truly wants to be your friend, she's harboring a deep attraction to you. What sort of friend would you be if you didn't allow her to explore her feelings?

"Indra. I may have been asleep, but I'm mentally exhausted. I just want to feel safe," You step up to her and wrap your arms lightly around her body. "... and warm," You lay the side of your head against hers, lightly nuzzling her cheek. "... and loved." You pull away just so. Her gleaming green eyes are locked with your brilliant blues, and your lips are close enough to brush together.

You hold there, pulling her in with your innocence. You can taste how much she wants this, but she's also confused. If you make the first move, she may resist you. Just a little more and she'll be yours...

She licks her lips in anticipation. She's not going to back away now, you just have to give her the slightest invitation. You close your eyes, your head tilting back just a bit, your lips parting in a quiet moan. Your breath is sweet, enticing, and loaded with pheromones.

Indra never knew what hit her. Her lips are upon yours and your tongue slides down her throat, forcing her to swallow your addictive venom. If she realized your true nature, she might have been able to brace herself or ward away the daemonic lust before it swept away her reason, but as the seconds drag into minutes, it becomes clear that the witch has become your bitch.

"Please Sabine, I'm so hot, my pussy is so wet... please fuck me!" She pulls away from you to beg, a thick strand of saliva still connecting your lips. She's already pawing at your clothes, **** to see your naked, slender body and feel it crushed against hers.

You're happy to oblige. You take a couple of steps away from her as you shirk off the rest of your clothes. Indra relieves herself of her own clothing and lies back on the floor, her legs spread, eagerly awaiting you.

It's time to try out your new body and give Indra the fucking of her life.