You let her do it.

“Go ahead, what do I care as long as it gets me out of this place.”

“I hoped you would say that.” She looks outside and calls out, “I want to examine her Marcus, knock her out.” She then moves aside as the guy in charge pokes his head in long enough to say, “Sleep”

When you wake up you are lying down. Looking around the first thing you notice as you sit up is you are wearing clothing. A tiny but slightly concealing black tube skirt and matching top about 6” or so wide that has been pulled over your chest that conceals your breasts. “I see you are up.” Blinking you see the one talking is The man you now know is Marcus. “You are a bit of a puzzle. All of our magic has determined that whatever made you into what you are now was a demon, and as far as we can tell he intended to make you a pleasure demon. He didn't exactly succeed, it seems your human soul resisted and helped to shape the magic he used and resisted the transformation. That is why drinking blood didn't do anything for you. You aren't exactly a demon. If we didn't know better we would have thought that one of your parents was a demon and the other a human. The limit of sight on your teleportation was our first clue that you were basically an unskilled sorceress that had a demon for a parent and was taught to channel sex magic. So that said, we would be happy to take you out of here, other than that gem on your wrist that we had to destroy so your creator can't follow you.”

“That's great. But wait, how is it that I can change shape and stuff?”

“All magic, it didn't really feel like it because the amount of magic you need to power those changes is far less than what you need to teleport or immobilize someone with ecstasy. All of the changes are cosmetic also, the cock for example, while it can produce cum it can't get someone pregnant, you are female through and through.”

“Oh, well that is interesting. I guess I owe you a debt of gratitude. How can I thank you?”

“Don't worry about it. Just eat, get some rest, and we will take you out of here.”

“Ok thanks.” He hands you a foot long chunk of bread, a bowl of meaty stew, and a spoon. Using your magic you create a mug of ale, making him smirk a bit as he stands up and leaves you alone. Ripping into the bread, you take a chomp, then try the stew. It is delicious and you chomp down every last drop, rubbing your tummy once it is nice and full. Then with a big yawn you realize that despite the magic sleep, you are quite tired. Looking over the little cot, you snuggle in under a light white sheet, and go to sleep. The next time you wake it is to the gentle nudge of the woman you met earlier. Startled you sit upright with a jolt.

“Easy, you are safe now. We just left the abyss. I thought you might want to go outside and smell the air. The name is Nyassa by the way. What can I call you?”

“Umm, I don't really have a name anymore I don't think.”

“Well then we shall have to remedy that.” She does something and that glow returns deep in her eyes. “Reading your aura I think a good name for you would be Lila.”

“Lila eeh? I like it. Hi I am Lila.” This causes you to giggle a bit, but it seems to feel good. “Ok, well Nyassa, it is a pleasure to meet you my name is Lila, I was born in the abyss, where are you from.”

She smiles at that, “Why I am from the kingdom of Furyondi, far to the north near the great glacier. Now I am sure you won't want to advertise your origin, but as you don't read as a demon, you should be ok. Now that said if you use magic to appear human you will be able to walk around small towns easier, people with no magic might find your look a bit frightening. Now come, hop down and see the world again.” She pulls the flap of the wagon open and lets you outside.

You drop down onto the grass and stretch breathing in heavily. “Smells great. Now all I need is a bath, some breakfast, and I think I am all set.” Then with a glance to her weapons you add, “Perhaps a weapon as well.”

“We will arrive in town before sunset. You will of course be free to go. Here, to get you on your feet.” She tosses you a small pouch attached to a thin silver chain. As you pull it open she continues, “100 gold.” More than enough to buy whatever equipment you need, plus room and board for at least a month. Or you can stay with us. If you want. For now, just don't wonder to far from the caravan. The lands we are in are pretty dangerous. The boundaries to the outer planes are weak here due to the cataclysm. That is why people like us make our yearly trek there to meet with our friend, and collect things from him to sell.”

“This is to much gold, why?” You ask pushing the pouch back at her.”

She refuses to take it back pushing it back at you. “No, just remember this when a stranger needs help. Now stay close, I'll go get some food.”

She walks away, and you hop up to sit on the back ledge of the wagon, wiggling your cute little hooves in front of you. “How strange.” You say, but more and more it just seems normal.

She comes back a few minutes later and hands you a water skin, and a plate full of a wide variety of fruits as well as a couple of chunks of jerky and a hard roll. A simple meal, but it all looks delicious. “Here you go.” Once you have it in your hands, and seem settled, she adds, “I'll be around. Just yell if you need anything else.”

“Thank you, I will.”