Arianna the Demoness soared high above the forest, beating her grey-blue leathery wings to keep herself hovering above the forest. She took a moment to look down at herself and gaze upon her new form.
Her breasts had swollen to two, large, round orbs, her nipples a darker blue than the rest of her, thick and rubbery. Her torso, arms and thighs had grown a healthy amount of muscle, so much so that veins showed on the surface of her biceps and thighs, and her belly now showed the beginnings of a six-pack.
Neverthless, she still maintained a curvy, womanly figure, wide hips either side of a pelvis which plugged towards the swollen mound of a gaping, thick lipped, slimy vagina, as deep a blue as her nipples. Her feet, previously so dainty and pink-toed, were now digigrade, monstrously clawed feet, the "toes" elongated and ridged. She reached up to feel at her horns again, and found they had grown into two large, curved pointed horns, small barbs along their length.
"Aaaahhh I like this!" she exclaimed, her voice had deepened and carried a monstrous, demonic note. "I have never felt so alive, so strong! More than a match for that Elven bitch!"
She scanned the skyline. Given that she had been knocked unconscious and dumped by Kyrena's band, she had to make a rough estimation of where this might be. Far off in the distance the towers of her former kingdom glinted in the sun. Closer, a column of smoke gently rose from the canopy of trees. She flew in that direction, her glowing red eyes flaming with murderous fervour.
Approaching the column she began to see the outbuildings of the Bandit camp - more a medium sized village. Kyrena's people milled to and fro. The anger swelled within her. Though every fibre of her being glories in what she had become, she was stilled filled with hatred and outrage at the way in which the bandits had attacked her carriage before robbing her, stripping her naked, striking her senseless, and dumping her in the forest. It was a wonder she had not been devoured or kidnapped whilst she slept.
She balled her clawed fists in rage and was astonished to see them burst into flames, though her own skin did not blister nor crisp. With a bestial snarl she instinctively thew her hands out and downwards. Twin balls of rolling, boiling liquid fire flew towards the Bandit village and exploded on contact with tents, huts, and Elves alike, sending the occupants screaming and running in all directions. A bell began clanging rapidly as the alarm was raised.
Arianna smirked and started raining bolt after bolt of fiery death downwards until most of the camp was ablaze. Through the maelstrom she thought she could hear a voice barking orders. When carnage was near-enough total she dropped to the ground amidst the thick black smoke. Almost every bandit who saw her screamed and fled, shrieking that a Demon was here to take them all to Hell.
As she walked up the gently sloping hill that led through the middle of the bandit camp, the smoke began to clear and she found her way blocked by a stocky man whom she recognised all too well.
"Fredrick" she growled with distaste.
He frowned momentarily, not recognising the Princess in her newly awakened Demon form. "How do you know me? No matter, you won't know me much longer Demon whore! " he said as he advanced on her, brandishing a broadsword before taking a clumsy, heavy swing.
It clunked and sparked against her newly hardened skin of her side, embedding itself by maybe two inches into her flesh. She looked down and then up to his snarling face. "That. Hurt." she spat and grabbed his wrist with her blue clawed hand and dragged it upwards and outwards. The blade left her side and the wound hissed with black smoke, sealing itself up almost completely within a few seconds.
Fredrick stared in horror at the sight of the Demoness' recuperative capabilities. She shoved the butt of the sword into his face, and his nose exploded into a bloody mess, making him stagger backwards. She advanced on him mercilessly and grabbed him by the topknot before quite effortlessly tearing his head from his shoulders. The stump of his neck squirted his blood for a moment before the corpse's knees crumpled and it fell to the ground.
Clutching the open-mouthed severed head in her claws, she stepped over the body and continued on her way, towards the top of the village where a small, round, stone tower marked the end of the path. It had been hit by one of the fireballs, but it had resulted in little more than a large scorchmark on the brickwork. She grasped the heavy looking wooden door in one hand and wrenched it off its hinges.
Within, Kyrena sat quite calmly in an ornate, probably plundered armchair, supping a glass of red wine. She threw Frederick's skull at the feet of the Bandit Queen who looked at it once, and turned her attention to Arianna's snarling form, ready to send her to the afterlife in much the same manner.
The Elf set her glass aside, crossed her legs and looked the Demoness up and down. "Hello Beautiful" she purred, a sultry expression on her face as she ogled Arianna's physical attributes. "My, but didn't you turn out well! Thank you for taking care of Fredrick for me, he really was becoming terribly inconvenient." She stood and clapped her slender hands together excitedly. "Oh how wonderful! I had no idea how impressive you would be!"