Make me a demon!

This part of the airport parking garage is quiet enough. You turn and face your pursuer. You spin a little illusion around you to make you and her blend into the background. It won't fool anyone looking closely, but good enough for this quiet corner.

"Why are you following me miss?" You ask a tinge of anger in your voice.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too...Are you? Are you one of them?"

You lick your lips. This girl who followed you may not be much to look at. A bit plump, surprisingly flat chested, with short brown hair, she is the epitome of boring. Her soul on the other hand is much nicer, a fine snack, so much better than airport food.

"One of whom?" You ask playing coy.

"Those...those things. Those beautiful demons. I want so much to be like them."

"But, if I were you would have to give up your soul."

"I don't care, nobody pays any attention to Tracy. Just once I'd like to be the one everyone stares at. To be like you."

You take a few steps toward the girl, Tracy you assume. You blink you eyes allowing your glowing red slits to show.

"You are one of them. I can't believe you are outside the quarantine. Please, please make me like you."

"On your knees Tracy, now that you know I'm either going to have to kill you or make you mine. Are you ready to be my **** for eternity?"

She shows no fear and instead answers, "Yes, oh yes, anything mistress."

You drop you glamour and she sees you in all your glory. Your DD cup breasts sit high of your chest. Your black nipples already hard, become even harder.

"Then come, taste me."

She puts her mouth to your nipple you grab her head and hold her there, your claws biting into her skull. If she disappoints you could easily pop off her little head. However, she doesn't. Soon she is eagerly swallowing your milk. You push her head down and hold her in your crotch. She begins licking your mons. You cum more from the thought of her becoming your little succubus **** than from her clumsy licking. She eagerly laps up all your juices.

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

Her gratitude is beginning to piss you off. You push her down and begin to lick her. In moments her soul begins to flow into you. It is delightful. She comes closes her eyes and opens them again. You smile, they look just like yours. The roots of her hair darken and the lustrous black begins to flow out from there. Soon her hair is jet black and shoulder length. She looks down at her hand and giggles as it becomes a deep red. Her fingernails turn black as well, extending out from the short trim she had them to nearly an inch long and oh so sharp. Soon the transformation is complete and a new sister stands before you.

She bows. Command me mistress."

"Well, Tracy, first I'm going to be borrowing your passport."

"Anything for you, Mistress."

"You, you should take a little road trip. You can meet so many new people on the road."

She grins, understanding your meaning.

"Now."

She puts up a glamour that looks almost nothing like the girl you met an hour ago. Her hair remains black and shoulder length her breasts easily still D-Cup, a corset, leather pants and six inch heels complete the look. She turns and walks away, presumably toward her car.

You pull up your own glamour and head back to into the airport. You laugh as you look at your new passport. Tracy "Goodwin" is going to be flying.