Do first? Dew first.

Tarquin's whole body pulsed with demonic power.

"I will claim the paladin," he said. "And her slut companion." He stepped towards Dew's cowering form. "But you, elf, will be my first conquest in this new body."

Dew tried to scream, but the Incubus' power held her fast. She found herself floating up, off the ground, and was now floating, prone, in front of the possessed wizard. With a gesture from the Incubus, Dew's legs spread apart. Despite the fear she felt, she also felt raw, powerful lust flowing through her body.

"Prepare yourself, my beautiful whore," the Incubus said as he positioned himself between her parted thighs. "Prepare yourself for my power." He lined his cock up to her waiting slit and reached beneath her to grip her shapely ass. Then he pulled her onto him.

He slid smoothly and confidently into her vagina. Dew arched her back as she floated in the air. She tried to scream, but only a strangled sob escaped her lips. The demonically-enhanced cock filled her tight passage completely. Her head lolled back and she could see her two companions still held magically against the wall, struggle as they might to break free. But it didn't matter. The Incubus was inside her, fucking her with strong, powerful thrusts, grunting above her as he took his pleasure in her body. Her breasts bounced with each thrust as she hung in the air, surrendered to the raw, animal lust of rutting, of fucking, of... of...

Her whole body clenched as an orgasm wracked her form. Her legs wrapped around the demon's pistoning hips, pulling him tighter into her body.

"Yes," he said, his voice steady, almost taunting. "Give in to my lust, give yourself to me."

She did. She let him claim her. She reveled in the orgasm he brought her to and lost herself in the pleasure that washed over every inch of her being. One orgasm flowed into another, and another, and soon she lost count.

When she craned her neck up to see her new lover, her new master, he was barely recognizable as Tarquin anymore. He was darkly handsome, some might say smoldering, with dark red skin and black hair. Twin batlike wings sprouted from his back and a devilish tail whipped out behind him. The smug grin on his face was slowly giving way to a mask of concentrated lust, and Dew felt that perhaps his own climax was starting to grow.

"It is coming, elf," the demon said, and Dew could hear the strain now in his voice. "Are you ready for insemination? Is your womb ready for my seed?"