Reluctantly

Though the appearance of the elf and her subsequent capture has shaken your resolve, and you're not exactly quick to wish your current state on anyone else, you simply can't get past how great it would be to have the demon out of your mind. As you walk over to the table where the elf is lying, your cock swings back and forth between your legs, and the question slides through your mind about whether your body will return to normal without Gil's influence. It's a question that goes unanswered for now at least, as the demon is far too focused on beginning the process of transference.

Before you reach the table, Denaria has strapped in her arms and legs, medical straps holding the elf tight to the gurney. Conjuring a ring of magic, she imprints the ground around the elf with the same pentagram-like symbol that you originally saw in the book, all the way back at the start of your adventure. She strips off the labcoat, leaving her standing naked in front of the table, and begins to chant while raising her arms, her eyes glazing over as she begins the incantation.

Slowly, steadily, you begin to feel the demon's presence leaving your mind, as if you were slowly setting down an impossible load. The bright red color starts to slowly drain from your skin, returning to its original pale shade, and even as you watch the same color begins to spread across the elf's body, as if signaling the demon's progression into her body. Similarly, she begins to grow in size, curving out significantly, her breasts and ass almost doubling in size. Her feet change as well, shrinking down to taper into the solitary, cylindrical points of hooves, while twin horns poke their way out of her forehead. As if the final change, a small bump grows out from just above the now-crimson walls of her pussy, and grows out into a full penis, though not quite as long as your own.

Looking down at your body, you're rather disappointed- though most of the taints of demonic possession left your body, hooves turning back into feet while the horns and tail disappear into your skin, you still sport the same sizable cock, now pale in color, and none of your curves have diminished. The demon gone from your mind, you cross back over to the middle of the room, and dress yourself in the metal bikini and loincloth, grateful to have some sort of cover but still wishing it was more substantial.

By the time you return, Denaria has also redressed, so to speak, but the now red-skinned elf woman is still laying on the table, motionless.