Don't Listen.

A pulse of power in your womb makes the decision for you. The demonic essence inside you is still feeble but attuned to you as only a mother and child can be, it slithers through your chest and up your throat. For a moment you feel as though you will vomit. Instead, a harsh breath of air rasps from your lips, your tongue writhing diabolic syllables completely out of your control. Tandelus instantly dropped the act of civility, his face warping with rage as he leapt forward, claws outstretched. The movement is so fast you would have missed it if you'd blinked but you were already holding the sword at the ready, it was a simple thing to disarm the demon and redirect his momentum with a shove. He staggered beside you, sparing his arm stumps a hateful glance before using his wings to immediately spin back around to continue the **** -WACK.

Apparently even demonic vigor won't let you ignore a hoof to the face. Aegis reared beside you, flailing his hooves madly and catching Tandelus several more glancing blows as the tall imp staggered dazedly. You grin smugly as a particularly solid hit snaps one of his long horns free. The guttural hissing and clicking emanating from your throat continued unfazed and the other imps seemed to have caught on. They dive bomb you all at once, a wall of talons and stingers falling on you from above. Despite your best efforts you're only able to inflict superficial damage, the saints sword making only small cuts as you beat back the grasping claws. If you had still been a loyal servant of the Rose even that much would have been enough but the sword is dull and lifeless in the hands of a heretic like you. Vindictive bitch.

You struggle viciously, clawing and biting just as furiously as the little demons, but alongside the scratches and scrapes you feel numerous pinpricks and warmth begins to bloom over you. You break out in sweat and your movements become spastic, desperation perpetuating your will to fight if only for a moment. The imps venom pulses ubiquitously in your veins and the ensuing arousal is physically painful, as though it were enraged at being denied. Your limbs lose their strength and your tongue becomes sluggish, the feeble power within losing its resonance and its hold over you...

But not without a twinge of satisfaction.

"You fools! Close her mou-!" Tandelus' cry comes too late and a final harsh syllable, slurred by your envenomed body, slips from your lips. The effect is immediate, the forest filling with blinding, baleful light and the screaming of demons... before falling deathly silent.

Time passes feverishly, the darkness filled with illusory appendages and fanged faces. It's a long while before you can even reason enough to understand your arousal but when you do- all bets are off. You needed to fuck. Something, anything, it didn't matter. Demon. Human. Suggestively shaped root. You didn't care. Fuck FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFU-