Bayonetta's Curse Corruption
Note: All characters are 18+.
Curses are such a pain!
That was what Bayonetta thought to herself as she squatted on the cool marble floor, the bodies of recently-despatched demons disappearing in puffs of red mist all around her. All in all, it had gone pretty well! She hadn't taken a single scratch during the fight, and had finished the whole ordeal off with a gorgeous Umbran Climax that the enemy had been totally powerless against!
Unfortunately, one of them seemed to have been determined to get in one last shot from beyond the grave; as he had died, the demon had fired a bolt of red light from his finger directly between Bayonetta's legs, taking advantage of the practical nudity of her Climax-state to strike her bare skin. His body hadn't yet dissipated, but Bayonetta was already looking between her legs with a mixture of fascination and disgust; it didn't seem she had been hit with a combat curse. Rather than some debilitating status effect, she had been equipped with a huge, ugly, stinking
cock.
And so it was that Bayonetta found herself squatting in her unique set of combat stripper heels, naked as her hair still returned from the battlefield. She reached out with a finger, and gently poked her new appendage. It wobbled obscenely from even that small contact; it was rock hard, and couldn't have measured less than fifteen inches long, with a thick, meaty hood of foreskin covering the tip even while hard. It curved upwards, and despite the relative youth of her dick, Bayonetta could smell the unmistakable scent of musky, backed up smegma wafting from beneath it.
And just having it standing tall, hard, and throbbing between her long legs felt
good.
Damn that demon! This must be some sort of succubus' pleasure curse... no matter, as long as I don't touch it, I won't get addicted to it, and I'll be able to dispel it before it becomes a permanent attachment... if I remember correctly, that only happens if I have an orgasm with it...
As Bayonetta thought about this, she idly gave the command for her hair to reform into her usual tight black bodysuit, and only realised her mistake a fraction of a second too late.
"Wait! Don't-"
But her fate was sealed. While she managed to stop her bodysuit forming completely, the powerful, unflappable Bayonetta threw back her head and
whined
as her several thick locks of her long, smooth, glossy hair were draped over her new cock, which twitched needily as the sensitive flesh was caressed.
"F-fuuck! This is... this is bad..."
She shook lightly, still in her squatting position, hands now on the floor behind her for support as she struggled to stay upright.
"Even this... even just the feeling of my hair on it... feels
amazing...
"
Bayonetta's hair was immaculately maintained; enchanted bottles of shampoo and conditioner kept it sleek and shiny no matter how long it got, and it would feel incredible wrapped around a normal cock, never mind a twitching, cursed, demon dick between the legs of a woman whose body was already built for
pleasure.
"What do I do, what do I dooo..."
Bayonetta's normally sharp mind was dulled by a twin assault of pleasure from her cock, and the flaring of her nostrils as the stench of her smegma worsened. As she struggled to work through the fog, it took her a moment to realise that the smell was getting worse because the thick, disgusting yellow goo was leaking out of the end of her foreskin! And... and it was sliding down onto her immaculate hair...
