Her demonic transformation was accelerating. None of her existing exorcism potions had worked, and it was becoming increasingly hard to figure out why.
It would be much easier to accept it instead of fighting it.
This wasn't helped by the voracious appetite of her lover, who was quite happy to make herself available whenever Selene's dick became too much to handle. This wasn't much of a solution, however, since with every penetration Aline was becoming more demonic, just like her.
She couldn't go to the hero guild with this - they had nobody with the necessary expertise. They would likely decide to kill her and destroy her lab to expunge the demonic corruption. They wouldn't care that in doing so they would be losing any hope they had of stopping supernatural invasions from other planes.
No, if there was a solution, she would need to find it herself, and quickly, too, before she became subsumed by the pleasures of her ever ready dick.
Tapping at her laptop, she made a few notes of her current condition to track her alterations. If she couldn't discover a cure, perhaps someone else would find her notes and have an idea of what was happening to her.
I'm aroused frequently, and it takes very little to set me off. The length of my dick has grown, measuring half an inch longer than before, and the head has become swollen. The skin color is changing, turning into a swirling dark purple. I can already tell that the skin tone over the rest of my body has changed as well, likely a precursor of what is to come.
Gritting her teeth, she winced as a fang punctured her lower lip.
Canines are growing unnaturally long. My fingernails keep turning into talons. I have to trim them constantly to keep working at the computer. The worst part is that I'm not afraid of what's happening. It seems so natural, I wonder if this is the way things are meant to be.
Typing the last word, she stared out over the top of the monitor, lost in her thoughts for a moment. To be a demoness.
No! That couldn't be true, could it? She didn't actually want to become like that
thing.
She slammed her fist against the metal desk, wincing as it creaked. Her breath caught as she saw the damage that she had unknowingly wrought. Her laptop was tilting into the large dent where her fist had distorted the metal.
There was nothing for it. She would have to try the next potion. Flicking a switch on the magnetic stirrer, she waited for the liquid in the beaker to coalesce into a horrendously green soup. That was about what she had expected.
Bottoms up. Lifting the beaker to her mouth, she took a swallow of the lukewarm substance, praying that this time would be different than the last.
There was a faint burn trailing down her throat, followed by an aftertaste of peppermint. She had adapted this particular concoction from a potion she used to close interdimensional portals. With a few tweaks, she had hoped to use its properties to draw the demonic influence out of her.
Setting the beaker back down, resting her hands on the desk, she watched her fingertips with curiosity. Her nails were still growing, becoming increasingly pointed right before her eyes.
This was clearly caused by whatever corruption had gripped her, almost as if it was reshaping her into some kind of specified form. It didn't matter what she did to alter herself physically - time and time again she would be pushed back in the direction her transformation was taking her.
She suspected that if she was brave enough to castrate herself, she'd grow a new penis in record time. Fortunately, she hadn't gone that far.
It wasn't a good idea anyway. She needed to fuck Aline with it or she'd go out of control.
Shit. Aline - she had almost forgotten about her lover. The woman had become far too attached to her, to the extent that she had been forced to order her to stay out of the lab. It pained her to do so, but if she hadn't, she would have had her dick buried deep in her lover's warm snatch instead of running these experiments.
Although that was probably a better use of her time than messing around in this sterile environment
.
Aline was transforming just like she was, slowly and surely. After their second lovemaking session, a lunar tattoo had begun to show up around her belly button, and her skin was gradually darkening. Not to mention her subservient attitude.
She would spread her legs and expose her pussy at a moment's notice if Selene would let her.
Her mind was wandering into lewd fantasies again. She refocused, spreading her fingers out to peek at her fingernails. They hadn't reverted - becoming true talons again, angled and sharp.
Another failure. She wanted to cry, to whine.
To fuck.
In the end, she would do none of those things, because none of them would save her from whatever she was becoming. They wouldn't save
Aline
, either.
She stood, moving with urgency towards a metal cabinet. Opening the door, she fumbled inside. There were no more options. She needed answers, and there was only one way to get them.
Grabbing a can of colored chalk, she turned towards the tiled end of her laboratory. Drawing the necessary symbols correctly would be critical. Any mistakes, and the demoness would escape to perpetrate all kinds of mischief. Maybe it would be wise to sate her desires, to
bury her thick dick in Aline's willing pussy before continuing.
Her engorged cock shifted in her panties, reminding her that it was impossible to sate her desires for long. Not
now.
She needed to concentrate!
Tapping on her tablet, she pulled up the pattern for a summoning circle. She was quite familiar with these, but she didn't want to make a mistake. As much as she liked fucking these days, she certainly didn't want to be fucked with.
Holding the tablet in one hand, she began to draw. The nested shapes were difficult to get right, and she constantly needed to refer back to the tablet to ensure that she was using the right color. Fortunately, the monotony of the task drew her in, reducing the urgency of her needs.
Hopefully, she could figure out what had been done to her, and this would all be over soon. Not that she minded pounding her hard dick inside her lover, but she didn't want to turn her into a demoness.
Even if she was much cuter as one.
There, the outline was complete, but it still needed a unique sign to ensure that the correct outsider was summoned. Without one, it would be an open portal, allowing anyone or any
thing
to come through, which could be disastrous.
Pondering for a moment, she drew the outline of a moon, echoing the strange painted tattoo that was glowing on her chest. It was the only lead she had to go on, and it was a pretty good bet, since her lover appeared to be developing a similar mark. It must be some kind of clan logo, and it seemed likely the mysterious demoness had one, too.
Putting the chalk away, she tapped a finger against her thigh. There were a few more precautions she should take.
Raiding the cabinets, she gathered together a group of nasty potions and set them on a side table within reach.
Hellsbane. Antimagic. Fireproof. Some
of these ought to be useful.
She was ready. Her heart began to pound, her dick flexing. Could she contain herself while summoning one of the objects of her lust? She was about to find out.
Pulling up a chair, she crossed her legs, staring into the empty space above the portal. Girding her courage, she twisted her mouth into the shapes necessary to say the summons. The words were foul in her mouth, tasting like ash. She never thought that
she
would be the one summoning a demoness, but here she was. She hoped this wouldn't be a waste of time.
