See what she's up too, but keep it quick

"What exactly are going to do with with that?" you ask as you dismount and attempt to calm your nerves.

"I told you it will just take a second," Xallia calls over her shoulder as she drops the lizardman on the boulder with a grunt. She takes a moment arrange him on the rock more comfortably, then steps back and just looks down for a moment.

"Hmm," the demoness goes rumatively, before turning around, "Hey Anya, can you help me with that pack."

Anya looks up from fussing over her mount, then picks up the traveling pack attached to the saddle and passes it over. You are rapidly growing impatient, but deign to remaining sitting on the grass with Glenda. Your limbs still feel like jelly, and the tension of your skirmish still saps you.

Xallia roots through the contents of the pack for a few seconds. A satisfied exclamation signals her success in finding what she wants, and she pulls out a small bowl.

With a snigger and a skip, she's back at the knocked out beast-man's side, where she sits and... pulls down her dress?

"Xallia, what do you think you're doing?" you raise your voice in surprise.

"Let me keep it a surprise Sabine, I never got a chance to try it on a non-human personally, and I wanna see if it works," is her dismissive answer.

Xallia then sets down her bowl, leans over, and begins milking herself right there in front of you all.

"Now, I already told you girls about some of my powers as a succubus," the demoness goes on to speak as she squeezes out thick spurts of milk, "Sensing and feeding on life-**** and sexual energy, transformation, hypnotism, it's all common abilities among the different demonic castes of my plane. Even our aphrodisiacal bodily fluids are unique only in their potency. However, there is one natural magic we possess that is a special to us. A delightful little spell that I hope I get to use extensively in the future."

Having filled the bowl up nearly to the brim, the purple succubus fixes her clothing and picks it up. Balancing her milk in one hand, she cranes over the lizardman and pries his jaws open with the other. Holding his head back, she tips the bowl into his gullet in short splashes he reflexively swallows, taking care that he doesn't **** or let the milk dribble back out.

In short order all the milk is gone, and for a few seconds nothing happens.

You frown and get up. "So what exactly are you trying to-"

The beast-man shakes and spasms, his dewflap and the frill on his crown fanning. Then a strangled cry issues from his throat and he rolls off the boulder.

On alert and not knowing what could happen, you hurry to the Xallia's side along with Anya and Glenda, the succubus trying to placate you by saying everything is under control.

Not knowing if you should be wary or concern, you helpless watch the beast-man groan and scratch as he writhes on the dirt, pulling off his gear and then... his scales?

Yes, his scales are coming off in wide chunks as he claws himself and rubs on the rocky ground, and not the transparent molting of old layers, but thick strips off green armor off his torso, revealing thin pale skin beneath.

You turn to ask Xallia what's happening, when an unnerving crunching sound rings out. The lizardman is mewling pitifully as his spine jerks around, then curls into a ball as his limbs twist in clearly unnatural ways.

He ends up with his back to you, looking so much smaller as he struggles to catch his breath. He could hardly be a threat like this, and you shoot a hard look at Xallia as you walk around to his front. For her part the demoness looks worried.

The lizardman is now awake and grabbing at his face with obvious distress. You bend down, and his eyes lock on you. A heartbeat passes, then another crack splits the air and the lizard yelps. The sickening sound of bones compressing goes on for far too long, but eventually subside. The lizardman pulls at his snout, and the entire face come off!

An empty shell of scales falls to the ground, revealing a flat, rounded face with small features and pale skin. A human face!

The lizardman sit up and casts off the scales on its skull, revealing a thick head of hair to pile on your amazement.

It whimpers some more, in a much higher voice, as it pulls off the last of the suddenly dead scales on it's trunk, upper arms, and thighs. The exposed flesh looks healthier now, and it rubs at it.

It suddenly squeals when it touches its chest and falls back, kicking it's legs apart to reveal two skinny purple phalluses.

Xallia takes that as her cue to step forward and kneels by the transforming creature's side, taking its erections in her hands. She motions for you all to stay back, apparently finally getting whatever is happening back in hand, then starts squeezing and stroking the lizard man's cocks.

The creature sobs and moans in a high, throaty voice, jerking its hips frantically into Xallia's grasp. It takes extraordinarily little time for it to cum, thick wads of seed splurting over the dirt as it keens shrilly.

Xallia hums and pulls a hand away to pinch and pluck at the creature's pectorals. You can see the poor monster's shafts have shrunk considerably before Xallia renews her grip and squeezes them both in one hand. She works her fingers in short pumps while grinding the heel of her palm into its groin. The lizardman shifts and whimpers, while Xallia chuckles and babbles some nonsense lullaby in a fiendish tongue.

You eye it's body up and down, and your eyes catch on the high, firm mounds of flesh on its chest, the pink nubs that Xallia tweaks between thumb and forefinger. Now you see what Xallia has done. Almost as if in confirmation, the lizard cums again in with a feminine shriek, male essence streaking her midriff, and when it's done Xallia pulls her hand away to reveal a pretty little slit.

There is silence for a long moment as you and your two Sisters process what happened, then Xallia jumps up and starts crowing.

"Yes! Complete success! Mon-ster Girl! Mon-ster Girl!"

"Xallia, what the blue FUCK!" You shout, because you have no idea how to register this whole fiasco, and your outcry seems to pull the lizardma- the girl from her stupor.

"Wh-wha" she croaks, in an alien tongue and throat. Then she looks down, and touches her new face.