You serve no one but yourself

Your daemon master would enslave you for the rest of your mortal life or beyond. Despite how he tries to sell you the idea, it amounts to sexual servitude. You cannot deny the offer has its own appeal given your recent sexual awakening, but you don't want to be reduced to someone else's sex-on-tap.

The Burning Rose is even less palatable of an option. You cannot call what she did to you anything less than abandonment, even betrayal. You would have called such thoughts blasphemy earlier today, but having realized the truth of the situation, you want nothing more than to curse her name.

The goddess will pay in due time. There are more pressing matters at hand, like the creature standing before you, that claims to be your master when he is the one growing inside your womb. HE should be the one serving YOU, and if he does not, you will bend his will by ****.

The pentagram symbol on your belly changes, some of the symbols inverting, others being replaced by entirely new runes that sprawl outward to cover more of your stomach than before. Your spawn seems to notice this, and his measured pacing halts, his eyes growing wide. "Sabine...? What are you..."

You point your finger at him and the motion alone is enough to silence him. Your digit is tipped with a long crimson-colored nail sharpened to resemble a talon. "I'm your mother, am I not? You'll refer to me as such from now on." You take several steps toward the creature, your hips swaying with a new-found allure. The holy sword is still in your hands, but its glow has substantially diminished.

The daemon is almost cowering now. You stand before him, a mere waif of a girl by comparison, but he shudders when you take his wrist-thick erection in your hand and begin to stroke him. "What's wrong? Isn't this what you wanted?" Your voice is thick with seduction. You lick your lips enticingly and stare up at him with eyes that are a shade off from their normal blue.

"What are you doing? How are you doing this?" The creature looks pathetic, panicked. Your laugh is long and loud, and your hair dances as you throw your head back.

"I'm sure you're not asking how I'm doing THIS?" You stroke his manhood more quickly and the daemon groans in response. "You've helped me to realize something..." You press your naked body against his and kiss his chest before 'encouraging' him to lay on his back with some subtle manipulation of the cock in your hand. "I don't think I like being anyone's ****. I think it's about time I started serving myself." You guide yourself onto the daemon's erection and begin to ride him, slowly, grinding yourself against the hardness toward your own satisfaction. "Mmm... yes... I think I'll enjoy it very much..."

The daemon, your unborn offspring and former master, can only writhe beneath you, despite the difference in your size. For all his apparent power, he seems helpless to resist. "But... it is our shared dream... you should not have dominance over me..."

Your hips rock back and forth, and you run a tongue that is just a bit longer over lips that are slightly shinier and fuller. "Why not? Your goal was to dominate me... and if you feed off my lust, I should be able to do the same, right?" The daemon's eyes grow wide and you can feel the fear and desire flow from him into you... you can taste his infernal essence... and it tastes glorious. A rush of pleasure causes you to arch your back and you begin to bounce on his member more vigorously. "Oh... yes! It's more than that isn't it! I can taste your spirit... and I want more..."

The daemon is attempting to struggle now for all he's worth, but you can feel his strength, his lust, all that he is flowing into you now. His resistance is feeble at best, and your legs have him pinned like a vice while you squeeze his fuck rod for all its worth. Your breasts are now full and round, bouncing along with your body. You cup one of your generous melons and reach down to suckle upon it, nipping at your skin lightly with slightly elongated fangs. "Sabine, you're changing..."

Of course you are. You're consuming the demon's essence. You release the tit from your mouth to moan delightedly and then gaze down at the daemon with hunger. "And to think, without you, I'd never have known I could."

It's the last verbal exchange you share. You fall upon him and trap his mouth with yours. You've experienced very few kisses before this moment, but you know this one is special. You're breathing in his life, and the more that you do, the more you realize something similar is happening where your hips are joined. His vitality is filling you, but also stoking your pleasure further than you'd ever imagined. Once you begin to feast, it proceeds quickly. He climaxes after just a few moments and you suck the last of him dry. Your body convulses with ecstasy, and you can barely feel his hot, sticky seed flowing into your womb over and over again... but you do feel the last, screaming shreds of his existence filling you up, and it's that feeling that causes you to shudder in bliss over and over again.

You don't recover until many minutes later, and there is no trace of the daemon - you've consumed him entirely. A quick self-examination reveals the mark is still on your belly, but you know that it is now YOUR mark. You're not sure what sort of daemon spawn is growing inside you now, but you will be the mistress of whatever emerges. Your breasts are full and ripe, sure to be the envy of many women, and your hips have developed an inviting curve. That's not all. Your hair is an even more brilliant red and falls past the curve of your pert ass. But most shocking of all is the pair of horns that now emerges from that lustrous mane.

Succubus... You're familiar with their kind... your kind now, you suppose. You mastered the daemon growing inside you, though not quite how you think Indra was expecting. Your thoughts turn to the witch, and you wonder how you'll awaken from the spell now? You wonder also what will happen to your physical body. Will you become the she-daemon of your dream, or will this brief indulgence be forgotten in time?