I will make her mine!

I lunged forwards, my body burning with the beat of my blood. My will, my instincts, everything aligned and I felt a surge of dark power. It was the power of night, the power of domination and need, the power of a demon, of someone scorned and seeking retribution.

It was my power.

It was my power.

And the form it gave me? That was my true form. It all seemed so clear in that moment, as my horns grew and branched, curling forward on one side and sweeping back on the other. It seemed so right, as my legs shifted into cloven hooves, like a satyr in the stories. I felt perfect, whole, as the black veins shot up my arm like branching paths of lightning.

This was me.

This was me!

This was Ikarus Vhalnich, blood of the incubus. I had guessed long ago the type, to be honest, but I'd been afraid that acknowledging it would make it real and irreversible. But I was demon-blooded, and I was a Cambion. And there was nothing wrong with that, not by nature, and accepting it didn't mean what had happened to me; being chased from my home and being hated on sight, was right.

Maybe, had I taken a different path, I would have come to a different conclusion. But here, in this place and time, I found peace in domination, in accepting what I was and what came with it.

I lunged forward, propelled by my restructured legs, and crossed the distance between us in an eyeblink. She seemed surprised, her eyes widening as I transformed and moved. I grabbed her throat and lifted her effortlessly from the ground; my strength had increased manifold, though I could feel my hunger become more **** with every passing second. I slammed her to the ground after a second, robbing the air from her. In that moment I covered her with my body and entered her, tearing through her maidenhood and slamming into her womb. She squealed like a stuck pig, pain overcoming pleasure and banishing whatever hold my cum had on her.

That was no matter, of course. She struggled and screamed as I thrust in her, balls slapping against her ass, but already her screams were giving way to moans and her fight became less vigorous. I imagined Anna, drained of life by my nature, and focused on whatever power drew energy from her to me. I could feel the current, like a two-way stream, and though I was ravenous I still had some semblance of control. It was almost as if accepting the power had made it easier to guide and shape.

Her body grew more tense as I **** her, her pained eyes giving way to hate. I ran my hands up her muscular body, enjoying the whisper of her dress under my fingers and the softness of her tits. I circled the hard bud of her nipple, flicking it up and down, and then tore the front of her dress away. Her green skin was odd, but not off-putting, and her nipples were a lighter shade. With every moment the pressure in my groin grew, and I could see the moment when she realized how close I was to cumming.

She understood what had happened when I sprayed her face, what it had done to her, and I could tell that she was afraid of what would happen when I filled her womb. "Please, don't."

I smiled at her plea, slowing my pace. "And why would I stop, Witch?"

"I'll do anything, please don't do it!"

"Oh," I said softly, doubling my pace. She grunted and moaned, fighting against the inevitable. "I know you will."

At that, I drove my dick as far as it would go and unleashed a torrent of cum. I watched her eyes, opening wide as a dozen emotions flitted through them. I drank them in, from hate and rage to fear and despair. I reached up and grabbed her head, putting our faces mere inches from one another. The last to come was her despair, and I savoured it; the emotion was energy and it satiated my hunger.

And then her eyes went blank, and my cum's power took effect.

I put my mouth to her ear and whispered a command, just for the pleasure of having it obeyed.

"Cum."

Her hips bucked wildly and her back arched, fingers and toes clenching and curling. I wasn't ready for how the spasms massaged my cock, and I nearly felt like cumming again. She moaned long and loud, her hands snaking their way around my back in a **** embrace.

"Again."

Nails dug into my back as her teeth clenched and her eyes rolled back. She lost any semblance of control and the space between our legs flooded with her fluids.

"Very good." I pulled out, sitting back on the rock floor. My hunger was still there, but I'd largely stopped feeding on the witch; I didn't want to kill her. I gestured to the quivering mess on the floor and gave another command. "Suck my cock, Witch."

She rose shakily from her prone stance, her sex glistening with a mixture of cum, sweat, and piss, and walked on all-fours towards me. I patted her head as she came into reach and guided her tusked mouth towards my cock. I let out a sigh of contentment as she began sucking. It was amateurish, but earnest.

"Good girl." I said, stroking her hair as she worked my cock. "You're mine now."

She made a sound in assent, articulating it around the hard rod in her throat,

"Mine. My lover, my mistress, my ****. Anything I want you to be." I said, removing my hand. "If I tell you to fight, you fight. If I tell you to fuck, you fuck. If I tell you to kill, you kill, and if I tell you to die, you die. That's what it means. I am your everything, witch. Always."

Her eyes met mine, a crystal blue that almost shone in the half-light.

"You will never abandon or betray me. Never." That was important, it was the most important thing. Do you understand." She offered another mumbled assent, but I needed to hear it. "Say it. Out loud. Say it, Witch."

"Yes."

"Again."

"Yes, I will not. . ." She paused to run her tongue up and down the length of my cock. "I will not betray you, or leave you. I am yours, and only yours. Your word is my law."