Victoria's demonic legs pulled at him, forcing his face deeper into her pussy. Behind her on the bed, the demon Aragoth stroked his massive cock to the sight of his newest minion's humiliation, being forced to eat the demon's spunk out of his panting wife's snatch. Greg licked the black ichor, cleaning it away to push his tongue into the red folds of Victoria's new hellish body. At first, he had been repulsed, but after one taste, he couldn't get enough. He didn't know if it was the demon's seed, his wife's juices, or the peculiar mingling of the two, but it tasted divine. Victoria clawed his back, and he felt a fleshy tube slide along his body, Victoria's tail probing around. She tried to slide away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her in place. She tried to pull away harder, but Greg's strength increased by the moment.
You see now. You see a soul must be vulnerable to ascend. Humans guard their hearts and minds. They shield them from influences. To take them, you must first lay them bare, strip them of their protections. Anger, despair, fear -- all tools in the procurement of new souls. Fuck their wives, humiliate their daughters, send your whore wife to suck their husband's cocks and take their sons up her ass. In the end, all will beg for my blessing. And you will be my harbinger.
The voice rang in Greg's head as clearly as if the man in black stood in the room, urging him on. Except, the vision in Greg's mind no longer showed a thin, paperish man in black, but instead he saw a tremendous figure, wreathed in fire. His mind abhorred the image, only allowing flashes of the brilliance. He knew if he focused too long, he would be driven mad by the terrible beauty of his new master. Greg's gut began to twist. The cuts along his skin given by his sadistic wife healed over into raised scars as the skin turned from human to demon. Victoria became aware of her husband's change as his new tongue slithered inside of her, deeper than any tongue should. His back rippled as muscle doubled and tripled, turning him from middle aged schlub into the hulking form of a demon.
He pulled way from Victoria to look at himself changing. Pressure above his temples made him smile as horns burst through his scalp. His thinning hair grew thick and shaggy, running down his neck and tapering at the crest of his back. A new sensation at the base of his spine, like remembering a long forgotten limb, let him know that his tail had arrived. His thighs and calves bulged, all flab and fat gone, as they adjusted to the new weight of his body. Greg could feel strength coursing through him. He could rip a mattress in half if he wanted. He knew that any demon was a soldier in the master's army, but he wasn't any old demon. He was a lust demon.
His wife had been right. How had he ever tried to pleasure a woman with the pathetic prick of a human? The familiar cock he'd known all his life started to grow. The shaft tripled in length as huge balls, heavy with cum, sagged between his thighs. The fleshy rod took on the same red hue as the rest of his body. He couldn't measure it himself, but he estimated it was bigger and thicker than Aragoth's pole which his wife had been impaled on earlier. Victoria too noticed the gratuitous change, her mouth watering at the sight of her husband's new thick meat. Greg could smell her sex and knew grew wet for him. He wondered if that only happened with demon women or if he would be able to sense the moistened quim of any woman off the street.
Greg's last shred of humanity faded away as his eyes turned into reptilian slits with burning yellow fire within. He laughed as he took his cock in his hand and stroked. Plenty of precum oozed from the tip of his human cock before, but this was different. First, it felt like something he could control if chose. Second, it was pleasurable. The constant stream of jizz resounded through his body like a continuous orgasm reduced to its lowest moment, blissful pleasure but not overwhelming. He stood up to his full height, claws raking across the bedroom's floor and his head hitting the ceiling. Victoria looked up at him in worship, but Aragoth, the other smug demon who had corrupted his wife, looked on with envy.
He intends to betray you. He will keep your wife to himself. He will fuck your daughter and claim her as his bitch as well. Kill him.
The master's word was law. Victoria must have heard it as well. She dove out of the way as Greg pounced on Aragoth. The two demon's bellowed as teeth and claws gnashed. They rolled from the bed, crashing into nearby furniture. Victoria laughed and squealed as she watched, her lurid form swaying seductively. Aragoth was strong and old. The elder demon sank his teeth into Greg's neck, bringing forth a gush of dark red blood that sizzled as it hit the ground. Greg roared in frustration and pushed his clawed hand with all his strength into the other demon's chest. The claws punctured the demon hide and cut deeply into whatever vile organs rested within. The wound shocked Aragoth more than it hurt him, but it gave Greg time to push the demon over and pin him to the ground.
"Do it! Do it! Rip his head off, baby!" Victoria encouraged.
Greg growled and took hold of Aragoth's head. The other demon laughed. In his fury, Greg twisted. The sickening crunch of snapping bone made him smile. Aragoth's body went limp as the creature's head came away in Greg's bloodied hands. As Greg stood and backed away, the demon corpse shimmered and melted, sinking into the floor while issuing forth a strong stench of brimstone. Greg tossed the grizzly trophy into the pool of evaporating sludge.
Good....good.
***
Power coursed through Greg's limbs. Killing the other demon filled him with pure joy. He had done the Master's bidding and been rewarded accordingly. He stretched his new body, feeling each muscle move. He sensed something else about himself as well. He could
feel
his sins. When he was human, occasionally he would get angry and feel a tingling, burning sensation in his hands and arms. When depressed, it would be a heavy feeling in his chest, like a weight put somewhere beneath his skin. Now, he could sense his sins in a similar fashion. His wrath clung to his wrists like heavy golden bracelets, his pride welled up in his chest as he stretched his new body, and his lust throbbed in a physical manifestation between his legs. The peculiarity of sensing his own sin was not lost on Greg. He marveled at the way humans were oppressed by their emotions. His sin was simply another toy to play with. Greg wanted to be unleashed, but first he wanted to show his wife what it really felt like to be fucked by a demon.
Before he could do anything, the world twisted and swirled, causing the new demon to fall back to his knees to steady himself. The bedroom and Victoria faded away into blackness. Noise beyond Greg's imagination met his ears. Screaming, tearing, moaning, and a cacophony of other screeches of millions of other voices filled the air around him. He smelled sulfur once again, but this time it wasn't unpleasant. Instead, he likened it to the familiar smell of home. As focus returned to the world, he found himself kneeling before a great throne. He struggled to comprehend how large it was. If a skyscraper were carved into a seat, that might have been similar, but this throne stretched on forever. It was larger than a planet or a galaxy. Brilliant flame covered half of the giant throne while hoarfrost encased the other half. The ice clung to the throne like an invading cancer, slowly stifling the flames. The throne was empty, and yet it was not. The great cavern it occupied was not empty in any sense, though. He could not see them, but Greg sensed the scores of other demons sitting in their perches watching him kneel before the throne. The only one he could see was Aragoth.
The demon Greg had slain only minutes before was on his back in front of the throne. Three female demons writhed on top of the monster, lavishing attention on him. Greg felt his envy flare up. The women looked unlike anything he'd ever seen, unlike even his wife's new form of lewd proportions. Their feet were cloven, and their legs resembled a goat more than a human. One of them had more than a single set of breasts, all of them leaking the vile demonic substance which had changed Greg. They were beautiful to Greg, but he knew the sight of one would terrify any human. They were creatures designed or malformed to become paragons of pleasure, and Aragoth was enjoying his reward.
The succubi are some of my most celebrated creations. Don't you agree?
The voice of his master forced his eyes down. The other demons who watched the carnal scene turned away or hid themselves. The throne remained empty, but the voice emanated from it like an icy wind.
You have done well so far, Gregory, but there is much more required of you. Humanity is a plague that threatens to infect the whole of the universe. You have thrown away that humanity, wisely. They continue to struggle and rail against their mortal, impure existence. You are perfect, a creature with singular purpose who serves a great master.
Greg did not feel the welcome embrace of praise. Instead, he was afraid. The whole cavern, which stretched on forever through time and space, reeked of fear. "Thank you for this gift, Master," Greg hissed, lowering his head slightly further. He wondered how much free thought he had left. If one of the succubi came over to him, all of his restraint would vanish. He was a slave to his sin, but that did not stop him from being wary of his master's intent.
You have but glimpsed the true blessings of my gifts. I have set before you a simple task. Deliver to me the souls of your neighbors, coworkers, and the strangers on the street. They will fall before your glory, and they too will kneel before my Throne. Your reward will be magnificent.
Greg saw a golden palace. Gargantuan demons stood guard at the doors while the whores of hell lounged throughout the great hall, sucking and fucking one another with no restraint. At the center of it all, he saw himself. He was surrounded by women and creatures beyond his wildest dreams. They worshiped him as their god as they took turns impaling themselves on his dick. He could feel the pure pleasure of it all. He saw beyond the single palace to thousands of others, each held by a rival demon eager for their master's favor. They would war for entertainment and steal the fucktoys of their neighbors or be stolen themselves. The unending cycle of it all was beautiful, and Greg would have torn his own skin away if it got him a step closer to it.
And then everything vanished.
