Lust filled me, and the medallion gave form to my lust. It gave my form. I convulsed as my body rippled with muscles and massive bat wings emerged from my back. My hair flowed down to my broad shoulders. My prick grew to a whopping 2 feet of manhood. A whisper of a half-remembered story echoed in my mind: Azmodeus, the incubus, the demon of lust, who the archangel Raphael helped Tobit destroy ages ago. I was alive again. I would have Elisabeth. I cloaked myself in shadows and leapt into the air and flew across the world to Elisabeth's bedroom window.
She was talking on the phone. My talon slipped between the panes and released the window. I perched silently on her window sill. Drinking in her delicate perfume, my own pheromonal scent permeated the air. Elisabeth began to play with her hair, and loosen her blouse, as my scent began to arouse her. Soon she'd be ready, and soon she'd be mine...