Yes, if I Can Help Tasha

You lick your lips. “Absolutely! So long as I get to help **** Tasha.”

Abbadon cackles. “Done.”

“When do you want to fuck me?”

“Now of course.” She growls in an inhuman voice.

Timothy whimpers.

You give him a dismissive wave. “Run along Timothy.”

He flees down the corridor, not that it matters, he doesn’t have the balls to escape.

You let the makeshift dress you are wearing slide off to the floor and gaze lustfully at Abaddon.

She mouthes something in an ancient language and begins to change. Her dress evaporates and her skin becomes shiny black scales. Her eyes glow like red incandescent light bulbs. Her body becomes even more curvaceous, with enormous half melon breasts.

She rubs the area above her scaled pussy and a pseudopod begins to extend out. Your mouth waters as it becomes a foot long cock.

She glides toward you, grabbing your shoulders and impaling you on her cock. She lifts you off the ground driving deep into you.

You expected her cock to be cold and reptilian. Instead, it is fiery hot, and wet with something that is intensely arousing.

She pounds your sex, with each thrust lifting you up in the air. You moan in delight.

Suddenly, you feel her pre-cum burning you, making you feverish.

“Give up your soul and become a demon. Become my demon.” She growls.

“Take it! Fucking take it.” You scream.

You feel the light within you dissipate. Abbadon streams a mighty load of cum into your recently created sex.

Abbadon drops you to the floor and grins showing off rows of fangs.

You grunt as you feel your body changing.