Prisaela let out a startled yelp as her master suddenly pulled her into the bed of their shared room. His advances had slowed as of late, but he was nothing if not unpredictable. As she fell, the newly evolved succubus could feel his shapeshifted hands roughly exploring the curves of her body.

“I told you this would be an inspection of your new form. I need you to drop [shapeshifter]” Thozronnath growled in her ear. This prompted a collective groan from both Kaggant and Uzdaax, neither truly able to escape a rather awkward situation without potentially revealing themselves to the humans. For better or worse, they were stuck.

“Fine.” Prisaela sighed, resigning herself to the lack of privacy. “Just be careful of the wings please? They’re… sensitive” she explained before reverting her skill. Thankfully the succubus herself didn’t mind too much of an audience, as the sudden explosion of additional appendages sent what passed for a blanket flying. Kaggant quickly grabbed it to wrap around his head.

“Prude.” Prisaela scoffed, as her clawed hands and feet dug into the bed beneath her, allowing her the leverage to swing over Thoz’s hips. The monstrous man beneath her thankfully kept his own shapeshifting active. He was a fine boss most of the time, and a passable leader, but prisaela didn’t exactly find his new form attractive.

Fortunately enough for Prisaela, Thozronnath found her new form very attractive, a fact he could not hide from her given his reaction. Thoz was of course still naked, so his visible reaction was much more of a physical one. The length of his devil-hood gradually stiffening as the tip rubbed gently against Prisaela’s stomach. As Prisaela looked down at the warm appendage now resting against her, it subtly shifted right before her eyes. Apparently her master had gained a more minute control over his [Shapeshifter] skill, and was able to return the devilish point and accentuated ridges Prisaela had come to enjoy, without undoing the rest of his admittedly average looking disguise.

“Oh? That’s nice…” the succubus purred, her clawed hands reaching down to grasp the base of her new toy. Her miniscule strength posed very little threat to Thoz himself, but the pointed tips of her claws were still uncomfortable. Something Prisaela was actively trying to be careful of.

Her control of the situation did not last much longer, and Thoz’s previously wandering hands set about on a mission. Her master found handfuls of her full breasts, his strength clearly reserved so as not to hurt her. From there his attention traveled downwards, tracing winding paths along her hips, ass, and thighs. Seemingly satisfied with the outrageous proportions he found, Thoz then turned to the notably more unusual aspects of Prisaela’s body. He first held one of her hands and explored the fine slender digits as well as the claws they ended in. Then her feet and their subtle curve to a similarly clawed point.

Prisaela felt as if her entire existence was being examined, and yet there wasn’t a hint of judgment or disdain in Thoz’s eyes, nor any apprehension in his actions. All she could feel was a simple, pure, desire. A desire that made her wonder if it perhaps contained anything beyond animalistic lust. A desire that soon was mirrored by her own body, lighting a heat in her chest, quickening her heartbeat.

That heat soon gave way to a lightheaded arousal and a quivering in her hips as Thozronnath reached behind her and tugged gently on the succubus’s tail. A sensation so raw and unfiltered it felt as if he was somehow reaching all the way to her brain. When Prisaela gasped in shock and failed to hold back a whimper, Thoz smirked with sudden realization.

“So you turned into a slut demon and the new demon parts are sensitive?” He pondered aloud. “I guess that makes you horny in more ways than one!” the devil laughed at his own poorly executed pun. Prisaela said nothing, in the hopes she’d get some time to recover.

She had no such luck though, and Thoz soon sat up in the bed, keeping her in his lap but placing them more eye to eye. His hand then reached behind her once more, this time however they found her wings. Strong hands tracing shapes and swirls on the delicate leather of her new body. Each touch sending electricity arching down her spine.

“Please…” Prisaela panted between breaths, clearly overwhelmed by the feelings of a body she’d had for less than an hour.

“Fine. I guess it’s time for you to return the favor then.” Thozronnath eventually surrendered, laying back in the bed and staring up at his minion expectantly.

With very little further instruction, Prisaela slid further towards the lower end of the bed, bringing her face closer enough to the rigid appendage in her hands that she could smell the subtle salt of his sweat. Part of her mind feared an unfortunate taste, but she knew this endeavor would net her necessary experience points. So, wordlessly, she continued on. A gentle application of [Shapeshifter] to dull her fangs and claws allowed a worry free approach. If she hurt her master in the middle of sucking his cock who knows how a literal devil would react.

Gently, slowly, Prisaela deliberately opened her mouth to allow for the surprising girth of an otherwise unassuming “human”. Her new tongue was just shy of prehensile, so as inch after inch of Thoz’s prick passed by her lips she was able to work miracles with her swirling licks. For the first time actually eliciting a noticeable moan from the devilish partner without involving one of them orgasming.

Enjoying the new found control over the situation, Prisaela started bobbing her head at an erratic pace. Each little pause or pick up in speed produced minor grunts from Thozronnath as he relished the pleasure of her warm mouth. When the devil started to shudder faintly in his hips, Prisaela came to a sudden and abrupt stop. Pulling his member from her mouth with a moist popping sound.

“You really like that huh?” she asked with a mischievous smirk.

“Shut up.” Thoz growled in response, clearly not pleased with being toyed with.

“Fine. Buzzkill.” The succubus scoffed, climbing back up the bed to her original position and sitting back in Thozronnath’s lap.

“It’s always just business with you, even when that business is pleasure, why can’t you just take it easy for once?” She asked, the confidence of her new found ability making her far less meek and timid when it came to dealing with her master.

“You try ten thousand years of torment and see if it doesn’t fuck you up a little bit” Thoz snapped in response, a tense silence following before he managed to compose himself.

“Sorry…” the devil sighed.

“Look, I get it. We’re on the same team and I’ve been on the receiving end of leading through fear, so I’m trying. It just takes a lot to lead by example. These things don’t come naturally to me” he continued, admitting a surprisingly vulnerable moment.

“I understand, but we’re as much on your side as we can be. It can’t hurt to trust us a little bit” Prisaela whispered, leaning herself forward until her face was mere inches from Thozronath.

In that moment, with no humans around, two monsters shared perhaps the most tender and human moment in the entire city as they kissed for the first time. That kiss started as a tender, gentle, thing. Their lips only lightly brushed one another. It soon evolved into rampant pawing and lustful grunts as their bodies each beckoned the other further and further.

Neither of them cared much for humans, and in all honesty the care they felt for one another was built more on self preservation than any altruistic emotion. However they had spent nearly a year traveling together and living in the city, and that initial relationship of mistrust had been more than a little influenced by the humans they lived amongst for so long. Devils are creatures of hate and sin, cruelty and lust, but they are not without their own desires. The love they feel, twisted and black as it may be, is real all the same.

“Now, lay back and let me take care of you for once” Prisaela practically commanded, pushing her master's shoulders back into the bed as she lifted herself above him. With one fluid yet excruciatingly slow movement, she lowered back down and impaled her eager boss’s inhuman cock into her inch by inch. When he was finally sheathed fully inside of her, the point and ridges working and massaging her most sensitive depths on the way in, she began to slowly move.

Her hips worked back and forth just as much as they were moving up and down. Her gentle riding focuses more on an intensity of sensation rather than movement. Her hands found Thozronnath’s own and pinned him into the bed, locking eyes with her partner as they shared in the pleasure.

“Don’t hold back, I want everything you have” she gasped between grunts of surprised pleasure.

Thozronnath was more than happy to comply with her request, and after a few more tense moments of her thick hips slapping against his lap, he slipped her grasp to wrap his arms around her.

What followed was a few moments of brutal hip shaking as the duo fucked like rabbits in heat, the ridges of Thozronnath’s cock repeatedly stimulating Prisaela’s insides. However, this time he was not focused entirely on himself. He quickly found one of his hands to her previously ignored clit and worked small circles of stimulation, trying harder and harder to drive the embodiment of lust itself into an orgasm.

When Prisaela finally shook with pent up desires, Thoz was at the end of his own endurance. The two of them locked hands once more and shared a warm breathed kiss as the devil emptied every drop of seed he had deep into the succubus. On Prisaela’s own end, she felt her orgasm tip over the edge right before the flooding warmth of cum erupted inside her.

The bed they shared banged against the wall loudly as they convulsed in bliss, panting for breath as they climbed down from their high. They then collapsed into a pile of exhaustion, absentmindedly clinging to one another as they drifted off to sleep and granted their unwilling roommates a desperately needed respite.

In the haze of the afterglow, neither of them realized they’d failed to receive a system notification of experience gain from sinful indulgence. Neither of them realized the interaction was no longer fueled solely by lust.