The Plan

A smirk crossed the demon's face as his **** exposed herself to him, offering her body like she'd done many times before in the past few days. Indeed, he was impressed with how quickly she had embraced the corruption as well as how drastically it had altered not just her mind, but her body as well.

Breasts once simply a pleasant handful were now bountiful and heavy, dark nipples decorated with golden rings now permanently erect. Her hips had widened and her ass had expanded into an enticing heart shape that would jiggle as she walked. Her face was still recognizable, but only barely, newly plush lips and a sultry expression made it clear that the only thing on the harlot's mind was sex.

“You've done well my ****.” He spoke, his rich voice drawing a soft moan from the corrupted woman, “Drawing these fools from hiding.” He gestured to the remains of the bandit moments before it was consumed by felfire. “Consuming their souls have allowed me to regain some measure of power, but I will require much more if I am to take even this pitiful kingdom.” He approached his **** and took hold of her golden locks in his clawed hand, dragging her onto her knees on the forest floor.

Clara merely purred in lust at the ****, immediately setting to work kissing and licking along her master's shaft. “My...sources tell me that there is a coven of so called warlocks who operate in secret in the village of Goldshire. You are to infiltrate their number as a potential new acolyte, and earn the trust of their leaders.” The demon's **** moaned and panted as she took her master's cock down her throat without trouble before pulling back and gazing up at him in adoration. “Yes Master...” she moaned, before resuming her task. If he could bring these warlocks to heel, the eredar mused, he would gain not only power, but slaves and influence as well.