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Chapter 8 by Syloren Syloren

Are you still human?

Not for Long

You feel...wrong. You tense against your bonds, but your frail human flesh fails to make it so much as budge. The two succubi watch over you with disappointment.

"Her soul is painted completely black how is she-" One starts but suddenly the pentagram below you bursts into a brilliant purple light. Power flows from somewhere into you. Somehow you can feel the flow, to the core of a massive metallic device brimming with profane energies. Those energies are now flowing directly into you and you feel your very soul straining against your body's imperfections. You feel stronger than you ever have in your life and tear through the bonds to fall to the ground, allowing even more of the energy to flow through you. The pleasure the energy brings you is exquisite, almost on par with receiving your Mother's blessing. The stimulation is so much you can't help but sit up and shamelessly masturbate in front of the succubi, who watch the spectacle with confusion.

As you flick furiously your fingers begin to feel strange and sharper. No, not your fingers, your nails. You look down and see the skin on your hand turning a beautiful purple, and as you continue to pleasure yourself it spreads up your arm. You begin to 'work' harder and the spread continues, only increasing your sexual appetite as it goes. As it reaches past your shoulder and into your torso your back by your shoulder blades begins to ache slightly, as if something is trying to push out. You look down to the polished stone floor and watch as your head is overtaken, and watch as your changing skin brings about other changes. Your hair turns from orange to a true, burning red and lengthens even further, becoming wild yet sexy. Your facial features change, turning into what you can only see as the sexiest possible vision of your old face. Your sclera become as dark as night, and your pupils turn to demonic slits as your irises change to a glowing violet. Two curved, jet black horns push from your forehead. As you admired your face the rest of your body has changed as well, becoming taller and sexier. Your clothes are reduced to rags that fall off you as you admire your body, the perfect blend of curves and muscle tone with large tits that are just the right size before they feel farcical or fake. A phallic tail, a mirror of your Mother's, slithers out of your back and finally the pressure in your upper back bursts, as two wings burst forth. You run your hand across one, admiring your massive wingspan.

"A Daughter of Lilith...how? Is it the array?" One of the succubi says in total shock. You turn to both with a smoldering smirk. Clearly they weren't expecting your rebirth to be so dramatic.

What do you do with them?

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