You shouldn’t waste her

Since you are a succubus now, you feed on your victims energy through sex. Fucking Indra too often will deplete her and should would die. It would be best to let her regain some strength. That way you could fuck her indefinitely.

You leave Indra on the floor to enjoy the afterglow of her orgasm, while you walk over to a mirror she has. This time, you can truly enjoy the sight of your daemonic form.
Your skin is still as white as it has always been. No changes there. Your hair however, is a brighter shade of red and looks more wild. You have often been called ‘fire-hair’ before, but now your hair really does look like fire.

Your breasts have much improved as well. They are now both bigger and perkier then they ever were before. You trace your fingers around your areola’s and enjoy how they feel. Then squeeze them a little. Surprisingly, a drop of milk appears on each of your nipples.
It is true that you are pregnant, but it’s only a recent pregnancy. It should take at least a couple of months until your breasts should be producing milk. Unless … this is another succubus ability. You wonder what special properties your breastmilk will all have. Does it make women horny, will it affect men as well? You should try and find this out some day.

But the most amazing thing, without a doubt, is your dick. You caress your new body part, still glistening with Indra’s juices, and just know this will be your new favorite body part.

It is now that you realize, if you want to hunt for more humans, you will need to hide your daemonic appearance. The texts in the abbey said succubi are capable of such illusions. You concentrate for a moment and yes, your horns and dick disappear. Just to be certain, you feel where they ought to be and, although they cannot be seen, they can still be felt.
You can now infiltrate a human settlement, if you like. You wonder. Should you continue to Gerlangen. The city is big so you can easily hide there. If you’re lucky, you might even be able to catch a few sisters of the burning rose and build up your own harem. Or would it perhaps be best to find a small village and subjugate that?

It is then that Indra groans softly. You look upon her half-conscious body and see how her lower abdomen is glowing. Indra stares at her belly as well. As the two of you look on, the glow takes on the shape of a pentagram and then fades away. Leaving only a dark red tattoo on Indra’s belly below her navel.

You smile and lie next to your lover.
“Congratulations Indra.” You say. “You’re going to be a mother.”
Indra looks at you with half closed eyes and moans “Mmmh, is it because of you?”
“Yes,” You reply. “You are carrying my child.”
Indra gently place one arm over you and says “Then I welcome motherhood.”
You smile and trace your fingers over the mark on Indra’s belly. One that is exactly the same as the one on your belly. Your mark. Indra now belongs to you.