One more hard thrust and I erupted inside of Christina, my exertion rewarded with the strongest orgasm of my life. My cock jerked inside her slick, slippery channel, spraying my load, sending the blonde over the edge into her own apex of passion.
Christina’s cry wound louder and louder, until I nearly clasped my hands over my ears. Something inhuman called out from inside her, only the whites of her eyes showing as her back arched into a tighter and tighter ‘u’ beneath me. Only now did I realize what she’d meant by feeling something happening.
Writhing all over my cock, sobbing with her third orgasm of the night, Christina began to change.
It happened slowly. Her tanned skin paled to a gothic white, starting with her face and moving down her shoulders and bare back. As the colorlessness reached the space just above her ass, leathery wings sprouted from between her shoulder blades. Horns appeared from within Christina’s blonde hair, curved like the horns used by hunters to signal the approach of their quarry. The soft skin near the apex of her thighs turned to sinuous scales, twisting down her long legs in black-and-white patterns resembling fishnet stockings. The most intimate change occurred inside of her: as my cock thrust, her inner walls molded themselves around me, forming ridges and furrows that felt as if they’d been designed specifically to amplify my pleasure.
You’d have thought all this might hurt, but from the moans erupting from Christina’s throat, the process involved nothing but hot, searing pleasure. She looked back over her shoulder at me with an awestruck expression, her eyes a uniform, unbroken black. When her tongue lolled out of her mouth it stretched as long as Mareth’s, with a cute little fork in the tip.
“Mmmaster,” she growled, her voice coming out as a bestial snarl. Then she blinked, coming back to herself, and her gaze cleared. “Luke?”
“I kinda liked that M-word,” I admitted, admiring the changes I’d just worked on Christina’s body. “Holy fuck, look at you, Christina. What the fuck did I just do to you…?”
“You fucked her three times,” Mareth giggled. The succubus lay on her side, watching us with the eagerness of a fan experiencing the season finale of their favorite show. “Don’t you remember what Lucifer told you, Luke? You get close enough to a girl, and she becomes yours…”
I thought back to the Devil’s warning. “Courtship,” I said with a snort. “That’s not exactly what that was, but okay. I guess the third time’s the charm—once or twice we can walk away from, but three makes a Queen.” I ran a hand down Christina’s back, savoring the feeling of skin on skin. “Are you okay?”
“Okay? Okay?” To my surprise, there were tears in Christina’s eyes. “Luke—this is more than I ever could have hoped for! I... I’m honored that you would bless me with this power!”
I hadn’t meant to. But I guess now I was stuck with it. I gave Christina’s new demonic body another once over, picturing how she’d look at the head of a harem of similarly endowed babes. Honestly, I kind of liked the idea.
The anger and bitterness I’d felt at being spurned by her was gone—lost the moment I erupted deep inside of her, claiming her rather than making love. Christina was ambitious, wicked, and more than a little bit slutty. What else could I ask for in a partner?
Chapter 8
I pulled out of Christina slowly, leaving a streak of seed across her inner thigh. It glistened on her new black-and-white scales, standing out as she scooped it up and put the coated finger between her lips.
“Fuck, it tastes even better now that I’m a demon,” she giggled, nibbling her bottom lip. Her expression changed. “Are you sure you want this, Luke?”
“Kinda late to back out now,” I grunted, smiling to blunt the words. “Yes, Christina, I do. I want you to come to the Academy with me. And Mareth, too, if she’s okay with sticking by my side.”
The succubus rolled her eyes. “Uh, duh! Besides, I got powered up by that little encounter, too!” She grinned wickedly, reminding me by her expression that she could feel every pulse of pleasure between Christina and I. “I got a boost to my demonic powers. My ability to transmute items just got a major fucking upgrade.”
“Transmutation?” I remembered her human form—the gorgeous coed in the schoolgirl outfit. “Is that what you did back on Earth? I thought that was a glamor, or some kind of illusion magic.”
Mareth shook her head. “I don’t change appearances,” she whispered, “but the actual substance of things. A very rare, very powerful ability.” Her face brightened. “Probably another reason Lucifer hooked you up with me.”
“Yeah, probably.” I looked around the room, eager to find something new now that my lust had been sated. “I’m looking forward to finding out more about these powers, girls. Maybe once we get to the Academy, you can give me a crash course in the whole thing?”
The two beautiful, naked demons shared a look. “Happily, sir,” Mareth purred. “I love to teach…”
With that, she leaned over and gave Christina a kiss on the mouth. The newly minted demoness looked surprised for a moment, then closed her eyes and gave in to the pleasure. As they made out, Mareth passed a hand down the side of Christina’s sleek new body. A shimmer covered her, and by the time Mareth broke the kiss, Christina was human again. She looked human, in any case.
“Good,” Mareth said, doing the same thing to herself. “Once we’re at the Academy, we’ll want to strut our stuff like the sexy, badass demons we are. But until we get there, we should
