You decide to win.

The more she pounds away at your sexy little cunt, the more you start to realize you really like it. Not just getting fucked, or ass fucked, you really like the feeling of getting fucked in this particular cunt. “Ya know what. No. Fuck that.” You say between kisses. “I tried to be the hero. I died, or whatever. I fucked up, I died, or whatever. Fuck I don’t know. Now you are trying to suck me dry so I’m going to die while getting the best fuck of my miserable existence. Nah, fuck that. This time I get to win. Got it bitch. Now stop trying to eat my soul, gimme another orgasm, then back the fuck up.” As you say the last line you press the barrel of a rather sleek and modern looking polymer pistol with 10mm stamped on the ejection port. Both of you seem a little surprised at its sudden appearance.

“Yes ma’am.” She says simply.

“Good girl. Maybe I’ll keep you.” You sat the gun down and grab her tits. “Now how about a real kiss.” You say with a smile.

“Right away.” She lowers herself down on you and locks lips. Gone is the draining sensation. You suck her tongue and it tickles your throat. She pinches you’re nipple hard causing you to gasp.

“My cunts not going to fuck itself.” You say still grinning.

“Oh, sorry mistress.” She says, then asks, “Would you like me to fuck your ass with a second cock?”

You give her a kiss and say, “Surprise me.”

She suddenly flips you onto your stomach and says, “Okay.” An instant later she uses her magic to create a red silk pillow and puts it under your torso so your perky little ass is pointing up a bit more. “There.” She says and slides a fat cock into both of your holes. She fucks you to a nice toe curling orgasm then proceeds to lick you clean, and suck every drop she can out of you.

You stand up refreshed but exhausted. She reverts to her female form and covers herself with an ultra mini length black dress and 6” heel platform sandals. She stares at you as if reading your mind and her hair shortens and changes color till it is a sexy runway model inspired coppery red pixie cut. She does a twirl for you. “Very nice.” You concentrate on tapping into that same style of magic and it actually works. Moments later your hair is a platinum blonde bob, you are standing on 6” cork heel platform sandals, and sexy ripped light blue jeans, a black thong, and a white crop top cover your body. A thick belt with a holster for your newly created pistol and 4 spare 12 round magazines finish your new look. You try to create a mirror but it doesn’t work. She seems to read your desire and creates one for you. “Thank you.” You look at yourself. You seem to stand about 5’9” a bit taller than the demon made you, but your breasts are a bit smaller, perky A cups, You decide, and your body is way more toned. You clench and suck in and can see your sexy six pack and even sort of see your bones. Whatever all she took from you has apparently been a very effective diet plan, or perhaps getting taller just made you thinner to even out your total mass. You can’t help but decide you are simply gorgeous. The two of you could easily be models. “Eeh, pretty impressive.” You say with a single chuckle. You look at her. “Ok, take me to this portal I’ve heard so much about.”

“The guard will kill you.” She says back.

“You sure?” You ask.

She meekly looks at her feet, “No.”

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Yes mistress. But I’m not sure why. My magical sight says you are just a human and don’t even have much magic.”

“Want to get out of this place and go explore the world?”

She sucks the tip of her finger. “If the guard doesn’t kill you I suppose I’d love to.”

“Lead on.” You say pointing to the door.

“We could just stay here and fuck a lot.” She says sheepishly.

That idea does sound kinda fun, then again a nap sounds good as well.