Hide quickly.

Quickly you retrace your last couple of steps and pull the door. It won't budge. Then an idea comes to mind, calling on your magic you stare into the lock and cast the spell that animates small objects, sure enough with a click the lock opens. Entering the windowless sealed room once again reminds you of the abilities of your new form as it is easy to see. “Pretty cool.” You say looking around. It seems you have found where they store massive quantities of arrows, replacement bow strings, as well as many other weapons of war. Most are clearly designed for things larger and stronger than you, but there are several smaller blades you assume are their knives or backup weapons. You end up fiddling with a lot of different weapons before you decide what you really want is a damned 12 gauge, till you find what might be the next best thing, a magic 2 string crossbow. It has a built in flip out crank to pull the strings back, which isn't easy or quick, taking you nearly a minute to do, but that gives you 2 shots. With it you also find several quivers for bolts and end up taking 2, a larger box to sling on your back and a small one that seems to hold only 5 bolts you strap to your right leg but it turns out to be magic and actually holds 20, the same as the larger one on your back. The crossbow also has a sling but you opt to load it and carry it in hand. Filling the quivers with what you are pretty sure are magical bolts. Last but not least you find a thin double bladed dagger in a leather sheath that you buckle to the side of your right leg just below the knee.

Finally armed you quietly wait for a while till you can't hear anything outside of the room. Moving as quickly and quietly as you can, you head down the stairs, keeping an eye on your wrist as you seem to be getting quite close. Finally you reach yet another door, and the gem says that the portal is beyond it. Sneakily you pull it open to reveal a hallway. “Huh, I must be at ground level.” Making your way, the gem leads you down a series of turns through what you are sure is a massive complex. Several times you are **** to duck back a bit as more of the massive demons fill the hall, luckily there are enough crossing paths that it is quite easy to remain out of sight. Then as you round a corner you are surprised to see a beautiful demoness, much like yourself, cloven hooves, snaky tail and all. She is just so damned sexy that for far too long you stare at her not even realizing what you are doing. Your mind tells you to hide before she sees you, but sadly you do exactly the opposite, you revert to your sexy little hooves, grow out a cute boyish mop of short fire engine red hair, and keep walking. As she sees you, she flashes you a cute little smile and the tiniest of hand waves. Your heart races as she gets closer and closer, for some silly reason you feel almost like a kid in school about to bump into a secret crush. Then she is right there, arms length, passing you by. “Miss.” You say quietly nodding your head.
This causes a far more **** reaction than you were prepared for. She stops, grabs your left arm, and backs you into the wall till her breasts are only a fraction of an inch from yours. She stands a bit taller than you at just over 6' and her breasts are a bit larger, d cups perhaps, and impossibly perky and amazing, they almost command you to stare at them, but her eyes are equally captivating, as is her smile. “What is this? What are you doing in the spire of Bael? I do not recognize you, who are you?” Then pulling her face close to yours she looks you in the eyes and says, “You will answer my questions.” As she does her words seem to melt into your mind, and you seem to be lost in her gaze.

“This is a magic gem that tells me which way to go. I am here to find a portal to get me to hell. I don't have a name yet, I was just a worm a few days ago.”

“Who do you work for?” She demands.

“A big black horned demon, He didn't tell me his name.” You answer truthfully.

“I see, I should bring you to my master then.” She says stepping closer to you, her hot breath on your face. “I sense you are so like me, but you haven't fed on any souls so you aren't fully a succubus yet are you? Can you feed with a kiss?” She asks, leans in, her fingers raising your chin, “Let's find out shall we.” She locks her lips with yours and your bodies press together her breasts against yours is a feeling unlike anything else you have felt. Then your lips part, her slender tongue invading your mouth and the world seems to melt away. All there is in all creation is her. Yet part of your mind resists, screaming at you that she is sucking the life out of you. A minute passes, she grips the sides of your head, kissing you passionately, your hands find her ass and hold onto her, your right leg lifting up to slide behind hers to help in pulling your new love to you. Yet your mind still screams at you to push her away before it is too late. Five minutes pass, she cups your breast with one hand, the other moves around behind you to hold you still. The fleshy barb of her tail finds the opening of your pussy and snakes inside, it's length flitting back and forth across your clit as it dives deeper and deeper into you, till you are sure it is in your womb. Then you return the favor, your tail slides into her digging ever deeper, you can feel her draining you, but there is something else as well, you are draining her and she knows it. You can feel it and it is exhilarating. One hand on her breast, the other in her lovely hair, you give yourself to the kiss and orgasmic bliss of it all.

Finally, maybe an hour later you, or perhaps she, breaks the kiss. “I think I might love you.” You say in a whisper and lick her amazing lips. Once again your lips lock and you suck her long tongue.

She grabs your arms and smiles, “There is a soul inside of you, I can smell it. I want to eat it but somehow there is a huge pool of demonic energy hiding it. How about you and I go fuck, like for real, fuck for as long as it takes for me to drain all of this energy and see what happens?”

“That sounds like it would kill me.” You answer.

“Oh it might, or not, I don't know. It may also free your soul and let me devour it, which will definitely kill you. But you never know it might just fill me so full that like you changed from a worm I might evolve into something that no longer needs to feed on souls.” She kisses you again, then asks, “Well, shall we?”