An Unpleasant Reunion

You take a few steps, you feel your legs burn. You sit, feeling pain and hearing the cracking of bone. Your lower legs begin to smoke. In a few moments it clears. You look down upon gorgeous cloven hooves, leading into shiny red scales. You lick full black lips. Your transformation is accelerating.

You take a few unsteady steps before beginning to walk in a normal gait. You turn the street corner and see a woman.

She has thigh high leather boots and a dress made from leather straps. Despite the heat, she wears a black leather duster with a hood. Her face is completely hidden. From within the hood her eyes glow red.

You smile, those tits look familiar.

“You’re dead Sharon.”

You laugh. “I don’t think you have the juice to destroy a demon as powerful as me, Natasha.”

“I sold my soul for vengeance. It will be enough!” She sniffs the air. “You aren’t a demon, yet.”

She draws a pair of swords from scabbards attached to her back.

You will the changes to happen faster. Red scales begin to grow further up your legs, but not fast enough. You dodge a sword arc. She swings again like a whirlwind. You feel the air displaced by the sword as it wizzes by you neck.

She swings again. You are just a hair too late and the sword slices the all too human flesh of your belly. You realize you aren’t going to win this fight with defense.

You look at your scale covered hand.

She swings her sword again. You grab it and husk LUST in demon tongue. She tears the sword from your hand and spins. Sweat forms on her brows. Your little spell is clearly having an effect.

You gracefully step back, noting your scales have reached your upper thighs. You feel the last of your soul mixing with demonic energy.

She charges you in a rage and you sidestep her. Red scales now cover nearly your entire body.

Natasha charges you again. This time you grab her sword and smash her face with a scaled fist. You yank the sword and it goes flying. You kick her other hand and send the second sword flying.

Suddenly you begin to laugh a deep inhuman laugh. “You sold your soul and came so close, Natasha. However, your time is up.”

You palm her head with a clawed hand. She attempts to wriggle free, but you hold her tight.

“LUST!” You boom in demon tongue, channeling the sin deep inside her. You take control of her, enslaving her to you and her LUST.

“Now Natasha, who are you?”

She slips a finger in her pussy. “I am your hound Mistress. I will do your bidding for eternity.”

“Very good. And, is the old Natasha still on there?”

She nods. She will serve you for eternity, hating herself and you all the while.

You find that uproariously funny.

“Come taste my slit.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She lodges herself between your legs and licks with the fury of a vengeance demon. You pinch your armored, red scaled, nipple and thrill to the feel of it. Moments later you cum.

“Now follow me pet.”

You begin walking and she follows you. You notice her eyes are alight with pure hatred.