Corrupt Them with Demonic Energy and Make Them Loyal Succubi Servants

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You casually stroll into the castle's chapel wing with a grin on your face. You knew the paladin and cleric would be together, and the thought of obtaining two new followers in one fell swoop made you eager to meet the two of them.

That didn’t mean that the pair wasn’t dangerous, of course. You had not seen the symbol they had worn before, and divine intervention was just about the only thing that could threaten you. Of course, being as ageless as you were, you had more intimate knowledge of most “gods” these humans worshipped.

Most were dimensional interloopers, wielders of dangerous magic to be sure, but not divine beings in the slightest. Just ego-driven individuals who took pleasure in the worship of others. Not that you could blame them, of course, the chapel was proof that you saw the appeal in human worship.

“Michael, what do we do?” you heard the faint voice of a female squeak out, her tone one of pure terror.

“We must retain our faith, fair lady,” came a muffled voice soon after. “Our lord will not let his followers perish in vain to a vile lizard like that.”

You smirked. The armored types always spoke a big game feeling indestructible in their metal shells. You’d see how brave he truly was in a moment.

With a confident stride, you marched into the chapel of your castle, doors swinging open wide as you entered, seeing the pair at the altar. “Foolish mortals!” you bellowed performatively.

The paladin quickly stepped in front of his cleric partner. “Do not worry, my lady. I will handle this monster,” he said, pointing his morning star at you. “Lord Morgoth, hear your servants call and smite this demon!” he yelled, invoking magic as he spoke.

A bright flash of light engulfed your vision, mildly annoying you while your skin and scales got slightly warmer. Light magic. As expected, nothing holy was happening. As the light went away, you let out a laugh.

“Morgoth, eh?” you said with a chuckle as a look of horror befell the cleric's face. “He sounds familiar. I believe he was a ruler in a neighboring kingdom some centuries ago.”

“Liar!” the paladin barked. “Our lord is the divine light of this world. What you witnessed was a mere fraction of his power. Now release both of us or face his wrath, you demon!”

“You chuckled and shook your head. “Sorry, I’m afraid releasing you is not an option I’m considering at the moment, but thank you for the suggestion!”

“Another blast of light hit you in that moment. “Be gone, fel fiend!”

You frowned as the light again dissipated. “Look, that’s pretty annoying. Can we skip to the part where you surrender? I promise this can be pleasurable for all parties involved.”

Another blast of light hit you, blinding you again. A blunt strike hit your stomach, morningstar spikes bouncing off your hardened skin.

“Die, you devil!” the Paladin screeched as your vision returned. In the back, the cleric was nervously chanting, imbuing his mace with a glow. The paladin lifted his mace to strike you again, but with your sight restored, you effortlessly swatted it away.

“Demon, devil, fiend,” you growled as the Mace clattered against the stone floor of the chapel. “I doubt you have even the faintest idea of what these words mean, and they certainly don't apply to me.”

With a snap of your fingers, the paladin's armor pieces fused together, immobilizing the knight. “Allow me to give you a demonstration of what real demonic power is,” you bellowed as you focused your magic on your index finger nail, which glowed red hot. You cut away the garb on the outside of the armor and pressed your finger to the metal while the Paladin grunted a shimmied inside the metal statue he was trapped in. From memory, you created a rune on the chest of the armor, which glowed red with fiendish energy as you closed the circle of the runic symbol.

You muttered a spell under your breath, and suddenly you could see inside the confines of the paladin's armor. The red-headed man was burly with a scraggly beard. He was beginning to sweat as red wisps began to emanate from the rune you had created.

“Wha- what are you doing to my armor?” the man stammered out as the wisps caressed him.

You gave the man a toothy smile. “I have created a link inside your armor to hell itself. Surely a brave warrior of the lord like yourself has the ability to resist its temptations.”

The paladin gulped as the wisps caressed him. “Elizabeth, you need to run!”

You turned to the cleric, cowering by the altar, with a smile. “So the woman is important to you,” you cooed. “Very good information to know.”

As if sharing one mind with you, a tendril shot out into the paladin's head. His thoughts were manipulated to those of his companion. Of her supple body, normally hidden beneath the modest clothes of her faith, being used by the paladin. It was a fantasy he had indulged in many nights since the pair had begun traveling together.

The man grunted as his eyes turned an unnatural shade of yellow. A demonic wisp touched the chain mail he wore, and it vanished in a wisp, leaving him naked with a growing erection, which a different wisp began to stroke methodically.

In his mind, he tried to fight the impure thoughts, but the seed of temptation was already there, his love for his cleric. A seed that was fertilized lovingly by the demonic forces. Their faith required celibacy, but the visions of his cleric lovingly lowering herself onto his dick made that knowledge grow faint in his mind.

To the cleric's horror, the suit of stationary armor began to warp, twisting into a large emtalic cocoon which glowed an eerie red as the lustful energy the tendrils fed on increased.

Inside the Paladin moaned as more tendrils caressed him. One found its way to his mouth, filling his mind with the visions of lusty kisses with Elizabeth. More tendrils stroked his shaft, his visions altering to have her stroking his shaft, cooing to him about how thankful she was to have a brave knight like him.

The paladin felt a tendril slide over his dick, enveloping it in silky warmth. In that instant, he climaxed, as his mind became corrupted. Visions of him climaxing into Elizabeth were all he could focus on. No vow to a god was worth denying that pleasure.

The tendrils accepted his submission and wrapped themselves around him. They began to squeeze, tighter and tighter, his flesh a pliant material with which to sculpt. The tendrils grew tight around his midsection, pulling the flesh to a taught, thin stomach. The excess flesh transferred their girth to his breasts, which swelled to immaculately feminine D-cups. The tendrils around his face contorted its dimensions. Gone was the broad face of a man with a large nose and giant beard, and in its place was an unnaturally smooth woman's, complete with a cute button nose.

The paladin moaned, and seizing its opportunity, a tendril dove into the throat of its prey. In an instant, the visions altered in the paladin's mind. Now she was being used by a handsome man who gazed lovingly in her eyes while his cock filled her throat. The moans became feminine as the voice box became altered.

Beneath his waist, more wispy tendrils flew forth from the portal. One thrust into the man's asshole, stimulating him from within. A taste for anal sex entered the changing man's head in an instant, imagining large cocks penetrating him every which way.

Finally, the tendril that had taken his last climax as a man shoved his penis hard. The man's flesh moved and accommodated the action, swallowing the last piece of masculine flesh into itself, followed shortly by the tendril. The body warped and changed, creating new pleasured nerve endings in the hole that had manifested where the man’s penis had once been. What was once a man was now a moaning whorish woman, with a fiery red mane and all her holes luridly filled.

The tendrils inside her climaxed unnaturally, spewing a black ichor into the woman. The woman's pale skin grew redder and redder. Nails became intimidating claws. Wings akin to a bat sprouted from her back, and a tipped tail burst forth, thrashing about as the woman experienced her first climax in her altered form. Horns sprouted from her head, and a tattoo of demonic origin appeared on her womb.

You grinned as the cocoon began to unfurl, walking to the scared cleric who found herself unable to move. “This is the good part,” you whispered into the woman’s ear, as the unnatural bud blossomed to a beautiful demonic flower with a transformed paladin nude in its center, moaning loudly as the tendrils withdrew themselves.

“Welcome to your rebirth,” you said, walking toward the newly created succubus. You made a deal with the literal devil centuries ago to spread his corrupting influence for brief dominion over his new followers. “Michael does not suit you anymore, my dear. Michelle will be your new name.

The succubus turned to you, panting with a smile, showing new demonic fangs. She nodded, instantly recognizing the authority you had over her. Small remnants of Michael remained in the new woman's mind, but lust occupied all her thoughts.

“Now, Michelle, do you like the new you?” you said with a grin, looking at the cleric who quivered in terror.

The demoness nodded. “Yes, my lord, I feel so wonderful. Do you desire to use me?” she said, embracing you lovingly.

You raised a finger. “In a moment, Michelle. Your companion, Elizabeth, still needs to be dealt with.”

The cleric squeaked at the mention of her name, seeming to try and make herself smaller.

The succubus gave the cleric a lustful smile, Michael’s affection mixing with an insatiable lust in the demon's mind. “Of course, my master. It would be a pleasure to bring her into the fold.”

You grinned as the intimidating succubus shashayed perfomatively, the scared woman who scampered to the corner and began to pray. Michelle giggled girlishly, kneeling by the scared woman and lifting her head by the claw of her index finger.

“I always loved you so much, Elizabeth,” Michelle purred, causing the woman to pause her prayer and blush. “Every night I dreamed of us together, praying that one day our lord would grant exception for us to join in union. I feel those same feelings even stronger now. Please, Elizabeth, join me in this bliss.”

Elizabeth gazed into her companion's eyes. Internally, she had always felt the same way about Michael. His bravery and loyalty had stolen her heart long ago. Remaining by their side was the one desire in Elizabeth’s life. Faith in their lord was meaningless if they weren’t together.

Without character bravery, Elizabeth pulled the succubus into a passionate kiss. Michelle moaned in delight, as the two enjoyed indulging in feelings long kept to themselves

A swift claw swipe dispatched the young woman's clothing. The same hand dove down, manipulating the cleric's clit as other fingers penetrated her entrance.

The cleric moaned lewdly in response. The succubus playfully bit her lover's lip, the same black venom she had been filled with now shared with her companion. The devilish liquid quickly took hold of the cleric. Her skin grew redder until its shade was identical to Michelle's. Elizabeth's blond hair lightened more, becoming a platinum shade with a shiny texture.

Michelle thrust her fingers in and out of the mewling woman while the succubus' tail snake joined her fingers, probing her lover for the spots which elicited the loudest moans. Soon, a dose of venom poured into Elizabeth's womb, sealing her eternal companionship with Michelle.

The same demonic features that Michelle had already attained began appearing on Elizabeth as she climaxed under the succubus's tender touch. Wings, horns, and tail all sprouted from Elizabeth’s quivering body while her proportions became more curvy, rendering her nearly identical to Michelle, but for their different hair colors

You smiled and walked to the pile of gorgeous demons who were both panting in pleasure, gazing lovingly at each other. You always enjoyed a happy ending to a love story. As you approached, you stroked your dick slowly, the shadow of it creeping into the pair's vision. The two turned their attention to you, and both gave you a lusty smile.

“What can we do to repay you, master?” they asked in unison.