(Contains, throughout all parts: demons, gender transformation, anal sex, lesbian sex, furries, fantastic anatomy, and near-exclusive non-con.)
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"Mage! Come here and assist me!" Fosi called out into the sepulcherous distance where Kaffe would be lurking somewhere in the twists and turns. She was surprised by the sound of her own voice, though she had heard her own moans and whimpers only minutes ago for the first time. The lord of all demons, patron and tyrant, eight-foot creature of red scale and black horn, was now standing in the nude with a bellyful of his own subordinate's semen in the form of a pale, curvaceous demoness with long, messy golden hair. He... she... tried again to get her fingertips beneath the magical artifact clamped around her neck like jewelry and once more found it impossible to remove in the least with the pitiful strength of this new body.
I'll kill Peris once I'm back to normal!
"Mage!" she shouted impatiently, her voice bouncing off the glasswork and fabrications used in the court mage's work, the bookshelves and objects of implacable utility. "Kaffe! Please?"
Ugh, the taste of that word... Feels like my ancestors are kicking me in the back of the head...
She was becoming worried, tapping her bare foot on the cold stone, arms drawn around herself to ward off some of the subterranean chill of the laboratory air. Goosebumps... a weakness of skin that she'd never experienced as a man, as scales couldn't do the same thing and he'd never been cold enough to warrant caring even on the high peaks of her, his, homeland. It felt creepy, like the air itself was coiled around her body and leering, licking at her skin. Fosi couldn't bear to stay at the door waiting, inviting someone to walk in and take her again to bed against her will. She knew her own soldiers, Peris couldn't be an outlier in the way succubi were treated in the castle and Fosi-cum-Avlakoi at least looked at the moment like one of the breed. She began walking deeper into the laboratory, looking for something that she could wrap around her shoulders to ward away the chill.
Her feet were growing numb. She hated it but she couldn't stop herself shivering, feeling her nipples growing achingly tight. His male form hadn't even had the damn things and now he was forced to know what they felt like when they were caressed by a breeze! Fosi looked down corridors to no avail for Kaffe who would at least have a cape for her to wear, her arm wrapped around her throbbing breasts, felt as her hard nipples tickled her soft skin with each step.
Fuck, please Kaffe, just where are you down here? Ah, I can still taste him in the back of my throat...
At some point, Fosi's pointed ears perked up as she heard the hushed sound of falling water echoing from deep within the lab. She rushed along, quickly coming around the corner where the sound came the most clearly and saw where Kaffe had been all this time.
The terracotta beauty was standing at the end of a corridor above a drain with a magically-conjured cloud above her petering down water so warm that as it splashed on her skin and the stone it puffed up as her own soft, gaussian steam. Rivulets streamed across her curves and into her valleys, across her small, lovely breasts and dripping from their dark tips. She ran her hands up and down her body, spreading bubbles and washing them down to a foam at her feet, massaging her tender skin in full view. She hadn't noticed Fosi standing at the corner, and still didn't notice Fosi ducking behind it once again when she turned to set aside her bar of soap.
If only I had my cock right now... I'd ravish that plump ass and breed her like a sow. Something about the way Kaffe squeals ignites a fire in the male heart.
Without that male blood rushing through her veins, that thought washed over Fosi's back, actually able to be observed for the newly-acquired distance.
And the female heart, it seemed... Fosi watched shamefully from the corner as Kaffe thoroughly enjoyed her shower, her hand wandering between her thighs where something was becoming erect without her intent. This was her clit? The little nubby spot was so sensitive to the touch that merely bumping against it with her fingertips made her fall to her knees on the cold stone, biting her lip against a sound which could lead to her discovery.
She calmed her heart and went back to watching Kaffe from around the corner. Thankfully the girl hadn't noticed Fosi's moan, she'd begun looking up into the flow of droplets, running her nimble fingers through her hair, breasts thrust forward into the spray. Kaffe's hips swayed to a melody emitted from between her own lips, a free-form song borne of isolation, unbound from expectation. Her gentle voice wandered to Fosi's ears along with the pitter-patter of water even as Fosi bound her own voice with difficulty.
How could she resist touching this sensitive new form when a scene like this was playing right before her? Fosi was drawn to the feeling of her own tits rising and falling with stolen breaths when she thought she wouldn't be heard sucking them in. It felt so pathetic to be sitting on her knees, idly rolling her hips against her own hand as she watched her subordinate enjoying her own private moment; she should march in and take what she wanted, she was still the lord of this place after all and Kaffe was her property, in a way... yet she stayed right where she was, frozen in fear that she might be found masturbating like a common voyeur. The rumors would be bad enough if she were merely found in this body, no less in this state!
Kaffe slid a hand across one breast which bounced back to attention, across her smooth, slender belly, and down into the marshmallowy valley of pleasure between her legs. She sighed as her fingertips spread her labia and the longest finger was drawn all the way along the crease, ending with a shiver-inducing flick to her clit. Secure in her privacy, Kaffe took a bottle from a nearby shelf and spread a slick, pink liquid between her hands, then went directly back to rubbing herself with the added slickness. The steaming-hot water billowed out the mixed scent of ripe fruit and womanly essence as Kaffe worked her hand into her plump lips. She moaned without restraint, bowing over with the effort to remain on her feet as she groped her pussy, her other hand pressed to the wall for support, her long, black tail wagging and coiling in the air behind her, lashing through droplets as she worked herself more and more to a lather.
The movements of Kaffe's rolling hips into her hand were mirrored on the other side of the wall by Fosi, who had thrown away pretense until such a time as her body's needs were addressed. It didn't matter to her in the moment that the pleasure she was experiencing was exclusive to womanhood. She could take solace later in the fact that, even in this body, she was still attracted to women... If not in the same overwhelming way that she had been...
Under the falling water, Kaffe pressed the heel of her hand firmly against her plump pussy lips, working her lotion into her creamy, brown skin, forming tiny bubbles that were washed down her soft thighs in languid dribbles. Little twitches ran down her spine, to a wiggle of her sweet ass and a thrash of her tail; inhibition seemed to wash away into pleasure, held breath coming out in little gasps and echoing moans, teasing herself with her hand closer and closer to climax, but allowing her body to rest and come back away from it to simply exist there.
It would be agonizing, Fosi knew since she had begun moving her own hand in the same way, using Kaffe as an unwitting mentor, her thumb incidentally bumping into her clit on some strokes and making her knees twitch on the floor. She watched from the corner with her bitten lip, waiting for Kaffe to finally reach the end and wail with orgasm. She wanted to finish at the same time, to feel as her pussy quaked for the first time with the example of feminine ecstasy before her. She felt a desire to run her tongue from the tip of Kaffe's little toes, along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, all the way through the tender valley so she could hear the girl's wonderful moans up close.
What?... No, I want to fuck her! What the hell am I thinking!? But oh, she does look tasty, and I've heard the succubi do something like that... What kind of faces would Kaffe make if she felt a tongue licking deep within her snatch, or flicking her clit back and forth?
Fosi ignored as a trail of arousal dripped down her thigh, enraptured by Kaffe's subtle movements which betrayed an inner pleasure. Even here in private, the girl hid her true feelings behind a facade of respectability. She was the court mage after all, and Fosi knew she hated to be seen in the throes of passion, through being its source... When she was a man, and Kaffe had been at her beck and call, she had always taken longer than any other plaything to break down and become sloppy with lust; she would collect herself after being pumped full and do her very best to walk away on her own two feet. Why wasn't she able to freely express her lascivious nature even down in her singular domain?
