The demon shapeshifts, and gives Aaralon a chance to prove himself.

Rahad's attention shifts away from Aaralon and back to the crystal orb in his right hand. The young mage doesn't have a good view of the orb, but from what he can see, it seems to display a images, scenes. They flash by more quickly than he can process, but he gathers that they include everything from the world he knew to the depths of hell.

"I'm impressed by you, if I admit it." His hooves clopped heavily on the stone floor as he stepped over Aaralon's collapsed form, one on each side of the mage's ears. "I'm glad you chose to pursue this particular species of demon. Though if you were smart, you wouldn't have tried to summon another demon's property." He tsked impatiently, and his eyes narrowed into a smarmy, overconfident gleam. "The Nightmare might be my personal favorite of the demons I've found. So elegant, yet bestial, powerful, passionate. Truly, it is an artistic creation. They're quite intelligent, too." The satyr-demon reached up to gently stroke one hand over the demon-horse's nose. "Some of the brightest humans might approximate their intelligence, you know. Your race surprises me as well."

Without warning, the demon's hoof jerked up and sharply kicked under Aaralon's chin, forcing the mage up onto his knees. Rahad stepped in a small circle around the young wizard, studying him curiously. "If I'm being honest, I planned on enslaving you. Bending you over, claiming your puckered ass, slapping a collar around your throat. The whole nine yards. You'd be a popular ****-whore among my friends."

Rahad sighed and sat back down on his throne, before crossing his legs. For once, his demonic cock and low-hanging balls were obscured from Aaralon's vision. "But...something tells me I can have a little more fun with you. Maybe it's time I try something new." Rahad began to slowly twirl a finger in the air, and dark magic swirled in small circles around his fingertip. Once enough was build up, he gave a quick snap. Darkness flushed through his skin, and his eyes flashed blood-red. After just a few moments, however, his skin returned to its earlier demonic pallor, and the magic seemed to leave his system.

The satyr uncrossed his legs, so that both hooves clapped heartily on the stone once more. Between his thighs now, however, was not his old demonic cock, but a dripping cunt. It appeared somewhat more masculine than those that Aaralon had seen, with a huge clit and puffy labia. The pubic hair-slash-satyr-fur around his pink cunt remained just as dense. Rahad clearly swapped his gender, as many demons were capable of, but he limited the change to his genitals. The rest of his body, from his chiseled pecs to his scruffy facial hair, remained masculine as ever. "I'm going to give you a chance to escape this little mess you're in, Aaralon. I'm not sure how yet..."

The demon smirked, and let his hand slip down to his crotch. He spread his legs, hiked one of his ankles up on throne's armrest, and used two fingers to prevent his new cunt's depths to the mage sitting before him. "Tell you what? You put that tongue of yours to use until I come up with something good."

Rahad leaned forward and abruptly seized Aaralon's hair in an iron grip. He yanked the mage's face forward and buried it between his legs. Aaralon reluctantly started licking and teasing the hot cunt, and a shudder ran through his body. Despite the clearly feminine sex he was burying his tongue in, it still felt...male. Testosterone and musk swamped his senses, and the view looking up was a leering, heavily masculine satyr with a malicious smirk on his lips. Aaralon shifted his attention upward for a moment, suckling on the demon's oversized clit.