Hellish Passion.

With her feet Azara pushed my joggers down my hips, freeing my large cock to slap against her puffy sex, her eyes staring into mine as she smiled softly.

"Now focus, Master... try and picture your body on fire, and pull it all inside of you whilst we fuck" She whispered, kissing my lips gently as she shuffled back until the head of my cock was kissing her slit.

In my mind I pictured it, but not as fire that didn't make sense in my head, instead I pictured steam rising from my body, and tried to pull all those strands of steam back inside my body. Even as I pressed forward with my hips, it was a lot more difficult to do than I thought. Inch after inch of my large cock slid within Azara's hellish depths, disappearing between her wet folds as she pressed her forehead to mine, whimpering with delight as her hands raked over my back, threatening to tear away ribbons of my flesh, her legs wrapping around my waist and clinging to me tight.

Even as I felt her pussy ripple and suck at my length, urging me deeper... I could see it... the wisps of my scent flowing out of me, my very dark aura like a sickly grey mist giving off ill-intent clung around me. Taking a deep breath I willed it all inside even as I began to thrust back and forth into Azara, her mind exploding within mine with screams of delight, her actual mewling pleasure-wracked voice sounded so distant.

"Yes! Yes, Master! Just like that!" She cried kissing and nipping at my neck like a bitch in heat as she gyrated her hips against my thrusts, the soft clap of my balls against her full ass echoing around the room.

Slowly I could feel it, the aura and my scent slowly retreating within my body, being sucked up inside of me and bottled away tight. With a triumphant grin I grabbed Azara's hips with one hand, and tried to brace myself against the mirror with my right, causing the mirror to shatter against my heavy palm.

With glee I slammed my full length into my pet, eager to reward her for her help as she cried with pleasure against my neck, ponytail swaying with abandon as her tits bounced gloriously on her chest.

"Oh hell! Ughhhhh!" She suddenly cried, arching backwards as an orgasm exploded from within her, her pussy tightening before spasming wildly around my cock, trying to milk me for everything I had.

Her eyes fluttering behind closed lids as her mouth hung agape, gasping for breath, chest heaving and purple skin gleaming with sweat.

"Now, for the glamour" I grin at her, as she nods weakly, legs shaking against my form as I pull away from her, with a slurping pop my thick cock slides out of her lavender coloured pussy, dripping with her crystal clear nectar.

With firm hands I pull her to the edge of the sink, guiding her legs to the floor before I pull her up against my chest, pulling a weak gasp from her before I lock my lips around her own, kissing her deeply as my hand ran through her silky black hair. I revelled in this. Something had broken within me when I changed, something snapped, now nothing feels better than this... better than totally dominating someone without even having to try.

Azara returns my grin, understanding the feeling intimately herself as I turn her around and bend her over the sink.

"Well?" I ask, rubbing my cock between her pussy lips, teasing the oncoming onslaught.

"P-Picture a statue, Master... or a painting!" She gasps, hands trying to reach behind and guide me inside of her before I pin them to her back with a single hand, her strength being no where even close to a match for my own.

"And?" I tease, threatening to pull my cock away as she tries to grind herself against it.

"Step into it! You need-need to have a clear image, so it should be easy to revert yourself to how you used to look!" She cried as I rewarded her, grasping her ponytail firmly with my free hand and pulling her head back as I slammed to the hilt in one smooth motion, knocking the wind out of her as a guttural groan of delight flies from her lungs.

"Yesssssss!" She groans as I pull back and slam in, the vicious clap of our skin filling the bathroom.

She has no where to run, no where to escape to, **** in how I take her. And yet the blind adoration coming from this woman, this demoness was intense. In that moment, as I repeatedly impaled the deepest parts of my demoness pet, I realised that she would happily kill for me, would do anything for me, that she accepted me without judgement, without reservation. And merely being able to stand in my presence, and hold me tight was enough of a reward for her.

This was a completely different feeling to that which Julia and Amy gave off. Julia is a familiarity, a loyalty build upon foundations of years of trust and bonding that couldn't be forgotten or washed away, there was an understanding between us that came the closest to this bond between Azara and I. And with Amy it was the deepest infatuation, the feeling of security, of safety, of knowing that you have always had, and will always have each others backs, not just as brother and sister, but as lovers ready to fight Satan himself for each other.

I could feel my heart go still as tears welled in Azara's eyes, 'I'm still not there yet, Master... but I look forward to learning from Julia and Amy' her voice echoes in my head, almost caressing me with how gently she speaks even as her body bucks and writhes in pleasure under my brutal ****.

With a sudden spike in pleasure, my hand releases Azara's ponytail and latches around her chin, roughly bending her flexible body backwards as I kiss her. Our tongues coiling around one another as my cock pierces her womb, the head bumping it's way through her cervix to unload my unholy cum deep within her, filling her completely.

Gasping, and panting we lay against one another, propped up by the sink as her hands lazily roam over my body, her back rubbing my chest as I wrap my arms around her, my twitching member softening within her, a sense of complete satisfaction filling us both.

"Will you get pregnant?" I ask softly into the back of her head.

"No one will, not unless you desire it" She whispers back, kissing my forearm. "Do you desire it?"

"Not until we are safe, not until I know we have a future to live for" I murmur back, drawing a smile from the demoness' lips.

"I look forward to it, Daniel" She stares at my reflection in the shattered mirror, smiling with pride at the vision that greeted her. I had used glamour without even realising it, my blue eyes had returned, my pale skin glowed with a healthy tan once more, and the black clawed nails on my hands reverted back to normal human hands. My height and musculature remained, but no one would think anything of that besides me being especially large as a human, or a former human.