Explore his Potential

Amalirel purred seductively, "Your potential interests me little Aaralon..." her hand dipped down to slide over his huge shaft, "... not so little Aaralon." She seemed pleased. The powerful demoness arched her back and allowed her raven-black wings to beat.

Sitting back down, resting herself on top of Aaralon's chained and fastened legs, Amalirel folded her feathers and slid her hand to his chest. "I shall have a close look at your Potential. Summoning your Potential requires rather more skill than you demonstrated by summoning that succubus. You must understand that I ensure succubae are remarkably easy to summon." Amalirel lent forward and nipped again at Aaralon's throat, bleeding a fine line of red and coaxing the trickle of blood down passed his collar bone with her index finger.

Aaralon was vaguely aware of some magic in the room as Amalirel paused to lick her finger clean. Her teeth glinted dangerously white.

The shadowy finger appeared first. Amalirel nodded once, sitting astride her captive mage and smirking playfully, "My dear boy, even at this early stage you seem to have enough potential for quite some mortal man." Aaralon could not move, Amalirel had him secured by wrists and ankles to bed. Aaralon was **** to watch in horror and disbelief as the shadowy finger extending from the line of blood from this throat down to his chest turned into a hand and then an arm. Aaralon could see what was happening; a shadowy man was climbing out from the path of blood that Amalirel had drawn down him.

Amalirel laughed huskily, "I love moments like this. Even after countless lifetimes these precious little moments of enlightenment still amuse me." The shadowy man climbed off the bed and stood beside the winged demoness. Aaralon felt nothing, at worst his chest was a little cold and his throat a little warm. "Oh look, your Potential is as cute as you," Amalirel teased him again even as the shadow started to change. Dark contours blushed pink. The suggestion of hair became more solid and real on the shadow. Fingernails, white in the eyes, teeth, hair on the chest and even the bite marks which Amalirel had put on Aaralon's throat began to appear on the shadow man. Aaralon could do nothing except stare in amazement as his Potential, the shadow, turned into an exact duplicate of him.

Amalirel beckoned to the potential Aaralon and he climbed onto the bed. Aaralon could feel the second man's weight - this was no shadow - this was flesh and blood.

As the potential Aaralon climbed onto the large bed behind Amalirel, Amalirel lent forwards, bringing her face level with her captives. "What do you think might happen next?" Her breath was warm on his face. Amalirel rose to her knees and planted one delicate but deadly hand beside Aaralon's head, supporting her body as she knelt over his. Amalirel used her free hand to pull Aaralon's head up from the pillow, bringing his gaze to look down her body. Aaralon, at first, was pleased with the view. Amalirel was physically perfect, her gorgeous white skin with black slashes was exotically erotic rather than alien, her breasts firm and her thighs unblemished and welcoming. Aaralon's view changed. Amalirel fluttered her eyelashes, tilting her head back in pleasure as the Potential Aaralon slid his cock between her slender legs. Aaralon watched as his duplicate's penis brushed against his captor's gorgeous pussy. "Hmm..." murmured Amalirel, reaching down to stroke with the second cock between her legs, playing with the duplicate and ignoring Aaralon's own aching shaft which was just a fraction a way, "Just what do you think your Potential could do with a little assistance and encouragement from me?"