Only her downfall.

Marus remained still, placid, as if merely sound asleep. His wings were gone. Mira felt a great sadness overwhelm her soul, still mounting his cock, her virginity bleeding out of her impaled pussy. She began to buck her pelvis back and forth, her little mound stretching to accommodate the enormous cock.

She placed both hands on his chest, and not only was his chest still warm, but she could feel the beat of his heart, in lieau with the rhythmic she was imposing on the cock inside her. She had no idea of fast or slow, deep or shallow, so she swayed between both, at times trying to mimic her fingers, at other his tongue, but eventually she decided it best like the orcs, deep and powerful thrusts. She tried not to look at Marus face, not to imagine him. In her despair the only other thing she could imagine instead was that treacherous Orc captain, lying to the peasants, **** the village maidens. Her orgasm began to build before she decided if she was in her mind's eye the victim or the ****, a willing participant or another tragedy in the war.

It felt glorious.

She rode his cock much harder, the orgasm extended to eternity. The slurping sound of her soaked pussy filled the moments between her moans. Pure, unbridled lust. She finally looked into his face, and his all too human face was one of pure agony.

"I love you" he said one last time, and Mira felt the last of his life **** be drained from his body, and she unfurl her batlike wings for the first time.

"I loved you too" she smiled wickedly, her cunt leaking the last of his seed over his body. She looked in the mirror and saw the newborn demoness, gloriously powerful, from high heeled feet to slim devil horns. She transformed herself in her old self with a though, blessed armor and sword. She looked no less angelic than ever before.