As you grind away, reveling in the unfamiliar new sensation of riding the former angel Japhiel, you barely register the other succubus as she says, "I told you you'd like it," before disappearing in a puff of smoke, sulphur, and exotic musk. You grin, gazing down at your helpless prey, and those oh so innocently pleading eyes of his as you drain away his masculinity and the curves of the surrounding face begin to soften. As you briefly glimpse your own fearsomely carnal grimace of pleasure reflected in the widening blue pools however, you're struck by a brief moment of clarity on just what it is you've become and what you're doing. While it takes every ounce of willpower you can muster, you lift yourself off Japhiel's helpless frame and throw yourself against the wall, panting and sweating as press your palms against the solid surface to keep them from tracing back over every curve of your sinful new shape.
Japhiel takes a moment to compose himself as well before shouting between shuddering gasps, "That! Is why you never! Accept! A devil's! Bargain!"
You hear him pulling his clothes back on behind you as you fight to pull yourself together... not just pull yourselves together again, in a lustful...
Japhiel helps pull your mind back from that dangerous track by asking, "So, as it's clear I must now endeavor to stay you from far greater temptation than your kind was meant to know, what is it you are called?"
"Exstacia..." you reply in a low sexy purr. Wait, that isn't right, is it?
Japhiel sighs. "Then you've truly been transformed into a pitiful wretch, doomed to an eternity in Hell. Our names reveal much about our essence, and yours has truly been corrupted. Still, such creatures are bound to uphold bargains made with souls on the line..."
He starts to deliver a sermon about the long hard road ahead of you in order to reclaim your humanity when the original succubus returns, but at the mention of the words 'long' and 'hard' your thoughts begin to drift again... as do your hands.