Corruption is hard to resist.

"Sabine? What the matter? Just me, Gabrielle..." The sight of a miniature Sister Gabrielle flapping in front of your face is so absurd you sincerely question the reality of what's happening right now. This would all be so much easier to explain as a dream. A very warped, very erotic dream that would lead to a lot of shameful confessions when you woke up. You blink hard several times to try and give your eyes a chance to reevaluate.

The new Gabrielle's skin is a burnished charcoal color with only a hint of her earlier brown complexion. Her face is the same... if somehow more feral. You have a hard time looking away from her gleaming yellow eyes, it was almost like something was backlighting her previously brown iris. They dart lustfully over your body and your skin itches where her gaze alights. "Sabine, we friends... give us hug..." Her previously ample breasts have flattened into masculine pecs and her limbs have proportionally shortened. Were it not for the batty quality of her wings and the ashen appearance of her skin she would almost look like a cherub.

Well. That and the impish claws, devilish stinger, positively massive... You swallow as you behold the inhuman phallus. Even compared to the imp from earlier Gabrielle's meat was positively gargantuan. It stands fully erect, bouncing hypnotically before your eyes, comically large on Gabrielle's diminished frame. It actually seems to interfere with her flight and she has to struggle to compensate for the huge weight of her crotch. You wonder idly whether it has anything to do with her ethnicity as the mammoth cock bobs closer and the corrupted sisters agile wings beat its masculine scent over you. It smells... delicious.

You start as the sword of Saint Magdalena clangs against the floor and brings you to your senses. Stumbling backwards, you snatch up the holy blade and raise it threateningly. The black imp stops cold, cock swinging up obscenely as her wings furiously backpedal to distance herself from the holy object, "Come on Sabine... we friends! Put nasty sword down..." Obviously the paladins vocabulary didn't survive the transformation. You feel a twinge of pity.

The cold weight in your hands helps keep you centered but you're still breathing Gabrielle's heady musk and your head is starting to swim. Her stinger whips back and forth excitedly, helping her counter the weight of her enormous erection and reminding you how dangerous the newly formed imp was. You needed to deal with the threat before you slipped up and gave the demon an opening but... this was Gabrielle. One of your sisters. A friend. Could you reason with her... or was it a him?