She laps up the cum.

Lying there in the foul-smelling cum Beth groaned and shuddered. She wanted it all. She lowered her head into the cum puddle and started to lick it up from the cold stone floors, moaning as she did. As she licked and slurped, she felt the corruption continue her changes, like last time, where she was hurt, the magic did its work. She felt something change within her. The pain and discomfort in her abdomen abated as it did.

Her sides that had been squeezed and bruised grew scales as the cum soaked into her body. Thick draconic scales around her waist, thinning as it reached her bust and outside of her thighs. Absent at the top of her breasts and her cunt.

She also felt her desires grow, and as the changes shifted flesh, she moaned and slurped at the cum on the floor. Her lips thickened and plumped. Her hair, caked with cum, grew long, luxuriant and red. She felt her hair twist and knead together until she had a pair of horns that curled around the back of her head to her earlobe.

Her fingers, as they scraped the cum up, grew slender, strong claws and her nipple, which rubbed the stone, enlarged and grew puffy with constant arousal.

As the Marhagore turned to leave, Bethany stood up. “I’m not done with you,” she said in a voice filled with determination and lust.

He waved a dismissive hand and continued to leave. Without even thinking, Bethany leapt on his back and, with one quick motion, dragged her claws across the unarmoured flesh of his throat. He reeled backward, and Bethany deftly jumped aside, her wings guiding her descent. As the creature clutched at his throat, slowly bleeding out, Bethany knelt between his legs and took his prodigious cock in her mouth, slowly sucking it down to the base, her throat distended beyond human capacity.

Rat came closer, and as she pulled up off the turgid cock he smiled and bowed, “My queen, I would be honoured if you let me fuck you while you satiated yourself on this unworthy beast.”

Bethany panted and looked down at the slain creature. Her mind struggled between lust and revulsion before she pulled away. “What have I done?” she said as she stepped away. The Marhagore’s body twitched, and his cock spewed forth the last of his cum. “I just was overcome with lust.”

Rat stepped closer, “It is fine, my queen. He was unworthy of your true beauty.”

Bethany looked over herself, noting the scales and red-toned flesh. “I’m, I’m a succubus.”

Rat smiled, “Not at all, my queen,” he began.

“Stop calling me that,” she screamed.

“Bethany, you are not a succubus. They are base creatures. You are something more,” he said softly.