The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Xue Mei’s moan was a gentle one when the sleeping girl felt my fingers brush through her satin black hair with streaks of blue. The Chinese girl remained deeply asleep next to me, yet she nuzzled herself even closer; the soft naked body clinging with great need to mine. I just could not help but gaze, awestruck, at the sleeping beauty in my bed. With the most eye-catching features of her magically enhanced body hidden away from my view, wrapped under the blanket we shared, Xue Mei looked almost like a normal (albeit stunning) girl if not for the fuzzy cat ears adorning her head. Resting like this, with none of her new submissive ninja slave mannerism on display, she reminded me so much of the adventurous and talented neighbor girl I had crushed on for so long.

“How many times had I not dreamt of this? Of Xue Mei, or some other girl way out of my league, willingly sharing my bed? Hugging me with such devotion?” All thanks to a ridiculous twist of fate, I had received the means to finally seize all those desires and so much more. Better yet, it was solely on my terms—never a need for me to pretend, to fake a persona and say and do things because I thought others would find them attractive. I had taken Xue Mei, crushed her resistance, twisted her to better fit my preferences and then claimed her as mine. And it felt great.

I brushed my lips to her hair, kissing the top of her head while I scratched the sleeping girl’s feline ears. In response, Xue Mei drowsily mumbled something and hugged me even tighter, pushing her body yet closer to mine. A sudden warm wetness against my chest snapped me out of whatever half-baked delusions I had momentarily entertained about this merely being my girl next door who had finally decided to stay overnight; the dozing kunoichi’s humongous mammaries had begun to lactate slightly onto me in response to her Master’s affectionate treatment.

Instead of dismissing Xue Mei and Jenny after I felt done with them last night, I had bade the two of them to share my bed. (Emily deserved no such kindness.) Thus, I had fallen asleep held by two of my belongings, them hugging and cradling me. Considering how I had entertained myself with all three of my girls before then, Xue Mei would probably remain sleeping for a much longer time still if I let her.

A short while before now, Jenny had accidentally woken me up when she had struggled terribly to get out of bed to prepare my breakfast. Waking up and noticing her dire straits, I had taken some pity on my sweet little sister and had called her card to my hand and then dismissed and resummoned her in order to “refresh” her body, as I had learned I was able to do. The extremely tired and naked little sister fighting her way out of our bed had been whisked away as per my magic, and in an instant returned before me, fully “dressed” and brimming with energy like usual.

Untangling myself somewhat from my Chinese toy’s tight embrace, I yawned and willed the three cards I had collected so far to me. I enjoyed inspecting them from time to time, imagining all of the possibilities they offered me: Jenny with her cute personality, yet shamelessly whorish schoolgirl act—capable of going from bubbly and encouraging to a freaky little sex kitten in a flash depending on my needs. Xue Mei was depicted on the card in her form-fitting ninja bodysuit, her weak willpower and insatiable cravings literally crafted for me to bully and enjoy. And most recently, the perfect emotionless fuckdoll that housed the soul of my ex-girlfriend Emily. All three of the sluts in my budding harem served a different purpose and they were all incredibly appealing to me in their own niche.

“If I had to rate my performance as a practitioner of the Dark Arts and as a general pervert so far, I’d say I should get a top score!” I thought and chuckled quietly to myself, trying to not disturb Xue Mei’s rest too much. ”Guess I had kind of mellowed out towards my ‘Shinobi of Justice’ after her display of ‘loyalty’ in Emily’s house, huh? Besides, I now controlled a real villainess that had been made to understand that she more than deserved to take the full brunt of my darker impulses, so I—” My silly musings in bed were interrupted by Jenny, briskly chirping from the kitchen that the “Asagohan!” she had been cooking for me was ready.

I stretched a yawn and prepared to get out of bed, ready to eat my fill a most assuredly delicious breakfast. “Xue Mei ought to sleep a little longer, my ninja slave deserved some time to relax for once.” I concluded when I left her, the snoozing beauty still counting sheep.

I changed into some stay-at-home clothes, but just as I was about to head out of my bedroom, to greet Jenny and get a morning blowjob from my sister-slut before seizing another fantastic day, I felt unnaturally drowsy; waves of exhaustion washed over me. ”I had been waiting for this moment!” My thoughts groggy, I grasped a few cards from the Soul Deck tight and unsummoned Jenny.

I laid down in my bed again, embracing my girl next door. I had drifted to a deep sleep before I had even settled down.

I awoke in Azrael’s office, the same office I had been called to the first time she had summoned me. The (literally) out-of-this-world bombshell seemed to have been waiting for me and rose from behind her desk, lowering herself in a deep and respectful bow. This time, she wore a navy blue dress suit and her hair was, as always, a spotless hime cut. Azrael’s eyes shone like an alluring moon behind small yet striking glasses. If compared to the fancy outfit she wore, I looked ridiculous and out of my element in pajama pants and a t-shirt. ”As per usual.” I thought, somewhat bitterly.

“Long time no see, most esteemed Summoner.” Azrael’s dulcet voice rang like a sweet melody while she rose from the deep show of respect. “Congratulations on capturing your third soul, great Summoner! With deep regret, I found that you took a soul of mere common strength, but I wish for you to know that you have done astounding work so far, nonetheless.”

“Thank you, Azrael-san.” I smiled, unable to not feel at ease from her heartfelt assurance. “ But I had no idea that the rarity of the cards was something you guys cared about! Now I feel even more surprised you didn’t call on me after Jenny’s card changed!”

Azrael raised an eyebrow and seemed genuinely surprised by what I had just told her. “I am sorry, dear Summoner, but pray tell what you mean. How has your stepsister’s card changed?”

“It’s crazy! Jenny’s not even my stepsister anymore thanks to the Soul Deck’s magic—we’re blood related siblings now even though it makes no sense! Her card got new empty Attribute slots and everything! It’s pretty weird!” I laughed and spoke in a playful tone, but from Azrael’s expression while she listened, I could tell that whatever had happened was of no joking matter to her. I... actually felt pretty good to see this flawless specimen lose her bearings and look foolish and uniformed by something I said for once.

“No... Altering a soul’s magical potential is... it is not supposed to be possible... The latent powers of a mortal soul should be static. Hmm...” Azrael remained quiet, deep in thought for a while. The perfect girl rubbed her chin carefully, and I could tell a million thoughts flew through her brain. Finally, she murmured something like an answer—half to herself, half to me. “Could it really be... true love? A mortal’s love powerful enough is said to rival our hellish magic..? But such a pure expression of love... it does not actually exists, does it? It’s a myth!”

I scoffed in response to what Azrael had just said. ”The power of true love is real magic.” That sounded like some dumb bullshit straight out of a YA novel! Besides, my sister Jenny had definitely never loved me enough for its power to rival magic like some stupid fairy tale. I had never loved her either—my interests in my bratty little sister had always been more carnal (though I had warmed up to her more as of late, now when she finally had begun to behave like she should).

“Shit! If anything, Jenny had hated me! So what the hell was—” I felt a thrill course through my body as soon as I realized the mistake I had just made. ”If anything Jenny ‘had’ hated me...” While the Jenny from before I had taken her soul had probably hated me, or at least not cared much for me, the mess of a girl, or “Simulacrum” of one, that I had taken out on a date last week had definitely been heads-over-heels smitten by me!

But, that girl’s love was not real! “Jenny” had just felt that way because I had taken control of her soul and forced undeniable feelings of affection onto her! Did it just not matter? Was “Jenny’s” love for me after a thorough brainwashing by the Soul Deck’s magic pure enough to be considered as magic or whatever Azrael had been muttering about, despite it being a glib facsimile of the real emotion? In that case, had I not just accidentally stumbled upon some form of arcane loophole? Yet, it all seemed wrong somehow! The power of love in the stories I had grown up with was something pure, innocent and good! I had stolen my sister’s soul and manipulated her feelings! Did it mean... that claiming Jenny for myself, destroying her old self, was an objectively ‘good’ act?

Azrael shook her head, as if to shake herself out of wherever her mind had her wandering. The demoness’ undeniable gaze on me snapped me out of my own frantic grasping at the implications of what she had just said and hinted at. She smiled at me—a smile to instill confidence and deepen trust.

“Dear Summoner, I promise you that I will investigate this issue further. I am sorry to say that I am unable to provide you a satisfying answer as to what could have happened to you and your little stepsister- Oh, I am sorry! Your little sister, you said it is now?” Azrael gestured to two leather armchairs placed by the big windows in her office. “Please, I beg of you to sit down and make yourself comfortable. Allow me to offer you some high-grade mountain tea and perform a ceremony in proper recognition of your latest conquest.”

I nodded and sank down in one of the luxurious armchairs as I admired Azrael while she placed a small wooden tray table on the floor in front of me. She settled on carefully folded legs next to the tray and began to execute a simple Japanese tea ceremony. Just seeing her delicate handling of the expensive and fragrant tea leaves, I could almost taste the love and care that the ceremony would certainly infuse her tea with.

“I dearly wish I could have worn a traditional dress for you for this occasion, but I am so sorry to say that there has simply not been enough time.” She peered up at me with a pure facial expression, expressing her genuine regret while she poured hot water in a clayware pot. “We have been so very busy at the company lately! Our majority shareholder has been... expressing grave concerns as to the slow and ineffective progress of the corruption and degeneration of mortal society we are supposed to bring. But the milestones He demand that we meet are just too- Oh, I’m so sorry!” Azrael gracefully brought a hand up over her mouth as if she had caught herself saying something she should not. “I am rambling on and on about such uninteresting things as my work. Please, accept my most heartfelt apology, dear Summoner.”

“That’s totally okay, Azrael-san. Don’t worry about it, I’d love to hear you speak about whatever!” I waved my hand dismissively in reply.

The demonic office lady seemed shocked by what I had said; despite the color of her skin, her face reddened. A quiet Azrael poured tea from the pot and offered me my cup. When I took the cup from her, she wrapped her warm hands around mine and held me, remaining still and silent on her knees on the floor next to the wooden tray.

“You are so kind to me, dear Summoner.” The demoness finally said, her voice barely a whisper. “To be truthful with you, I believe that I deserve all of the scorn from my superior. I—” She paused, hesitating slightly, as if she worried she would perhaps say too much. She then sighed and continued speaking. “I... Please believe me when I say that I have been very eager to see you again. I have... umm... I have not been able to focus on much else except for you, my special one. Every time I try, it is... I just cannot stop imagining—to visualize—the next time I may see you like this. The next time I am allowed to... h-hold you.” At that, Azrael’s hands around my mine tightened her grip.

“I... I never imagined I could feel like this! To... be t-tied to a mortal man like this. It has been... a sort of ordeal unfamiliar to me.” Her voice trembled slightly when she finished speaking. Her hands holding mine gripped me so tightly that it almost hurt; she held me as though she never wanted to let go.

Azrael remained on the floor, holding me, gazing up at me like I was the only thing that mattered in her world. I felt my heart beat faster and faster until I finally had to say something to quiet its frantic drum beat. “So then, you uhhh... wanna c-cuddle and m-make out, Azrael-san?” I wanted to bite my goddamn tongue off! At least then I wouldn’t stumble on it and feel like such a total loser whenever I felt nervous!

Azrael’s eyes widened in response to what I had just said. She seemed to consider my words carefully, weighing them, and after some contemplation she nodded. “...yes. Yes, I think I would like that very much.”

In one fluid motion, the demoness let go of my hands and rose from the floor while she let her suit jacket fall off her shoulders. She carefully settled herself on my lap, both her legs still to the side, her pencil skirt hiked up partially from how she sat herself on me. Her thighs, clad in pantyhose, felt so warm and soft resting against mine.

The beauty wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and peered at my face, she remained almost motionless except for her pointed tail whipping back and forth behind her; its movement seemed to indicate to me that the girl was excited. Azrael’s eyes, as dark and unfathomably deep as the ocean, met mine and I did my best to hold my gaze, despite my thumping heart when I sank into her depths. In what felt like an eternity, we remained like that, looking at each other while the only thing that moved was the demoness’ tail. Then, she leaned forward and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined while her perfume danced waltz in my head. The girl made me feel as if I was at the very center of her existence.

It did not take long until my erection poked up and into Azrael’s thighs through my soft pants; she whimpered slightly when she felt it. Her tongue’s adroit dance in my mouth increased its intensity, as if spurred on by my body’s show of my lust for her. I felt as though the demoness’ feral and depraved nature that she had allowed me to glimpse once before slowly began to stir and wake inside of her. But the girl abruptly broke off the kiss, panting hard like she was struggling against an unstoppable wish to continue when she spoke:

“Please... Do not think ill of me! I want to be a modest girl but... b-but, I cannot think of anything except for you! This desire! I... I never imagined it would be this much of a struggle for me to not g-give in. Please... I... p-promise you that I... I am not that type of girl!”

“Don’t worry, Azrael-san. I know precisely what kind of girl you are.” I replied, stroking a trembling red cheek.

Yet again, it seemed as if I the bluntness of my words astonished and shook her. Azrael smiled a quite dorky smile, staving off how undeniably horny she was for a mere few more moments. Then, she lunged forward and leaned her entire weight onto me still sitting in the armchair, hugging me hard while she kissed my neck. Azrael’s tail stroked my face and ruffled through my hair.

“Thank you for saying that! You’re so wonderful!” She purred while embracing me. “Let’s... let’s umm... c-continue. If it’s with you... I w-want to...” The demure whisper held a thousand promises.

I grabbed Azrael’s face by her chin and tilted it slightly, then I leaned in and kissed her. The girl relying on me kissed back, and when our tongues met it felt like I got a taste of pure bliss. I then quickly reached into the pocket of my pajama pants and pulled out one of the empty cards from the Soul Deck I had brought with me. Clutching the card in a trembling hand, I pushed it into one of Azrael’s breasts.

“What are you doing?” The girl giggled when she felt my hand on her appetizing boob. Azrael’s moan was playful when she looked down at her breasts, she seemed sort of glad to be touched by me in such a crude way. Then, she noticed the card held in the hand that was groping her. The card began to radiate its pink light in direct response, and Azrael’s narrow eyes widened from shock and terror as they met mine.

“No!” She protested and for the first time, her voice was less melodious and instead had more of the character of a shrill shriek. She struggled wildly to free herself.

After some valiant flailing the demoness escaped my lap and crashed to the floor, spilling the tea she had so carefully set up on the wooden tray earlier. In immediate response, I grabbed a fistful of her jet-black hair and pulled her face back up towards me, towards my erect cock pitching a tent in my pajama pants. While I held her, I shoved the card still in my clutches brusquely into her cheek. Azrael’s eyes darted back and forth, as though she still seemed to try to grasp what was happening.

“Why?!” She managed to get out from gritted teeth, fighting in futility to twist out of my grip of her hair. Meanwhile, I enjoyed to see how Azrael’s expensive shirt had already begun to struggle against the expanding bust underneath it. The proud demoness’ shining eyes were in turn starting to lose their focus. Still she fought to remain in control, but must have begun to recognize that her admirable body and mind had started their transformations into a playthings for my enjoyment.

“The no-brain answer would be because you didn’t put out after our date last time, Azrael-san. That this is your comeuppance for your cockteasing ways!” I answered while I still gripped her by her hair, shoving her face onto my crotch. My voice grew frantic and strained as more words welled up from deep inside of me. “But it’s much, much more than that! You have studied me and my use of the Soul Deck, haven’t you? Does it really seem as if I would be satisfied by you and your behavior? You dismiss and call on me as you desire. Dress in fancy clothes and act all high-class and cultured while I’m always left feeling embarrassed and inadequate!

You’re the sort of control freak woman that always needs to be in charge, to be the one to decide, aren’t you!? Fuck!! Come to think of it—even when you gave me a blowjob in your goddamn temple garden before, you made me come inside of your mouth instead of over your face like I wanted! Fuck all of that shit!! I’ve come to realize that I should be in control—that I fucking deserves to be!

You don’t think I can’t fucking tell you’re playing me in some way—as if a woman as pretty and perfect as you would ever be so thoughtful and sweet?! Fuck you!! All bitches like you should be at my beck and call, ready and eager to service me with a smile whenever I desire! And the magic tool I have been given by you finally allows me to make this truth into reality.”

I felt empty as I finished unloading all of this on her, letting what I had bottled up inside of me bubble to the surface. I pulled Azrael’s picture-perfect face harder onto the penis poking up under my pants as if to drive home a point of the ramblings that I had just been spitting out at her. In direct response, the first button of Azrael’s shirt came flying off!

“P-please, Summoner I... Don’t do this to me... For me, my soul and my body is the same thing. It... it won’t be the same... if you claim me like... I... I... ohh...” Azrael’s voice sounded less and less like wind chimes and more like a slut in heat, begging for it, the more she tried to beg and plead. Her words were finally interrupted by a lusty moan while her entire body shook as more now useless buttons gave way for my demoness’ new assets.

With my hand still clutching her hair, I got up from the armchair and janked Azrael up with me. I tore off the remainders of her shirt. Underneath the thousand dollar dress shirt, the office lady wore a surprisingly basic bra that looked as though it had been purchased from out of a bargain bin. I’d be sure to spruce up her choice of lingerie from now on. The bra was already buckling severely under the added pressure of the demoness’ body transforming to better fit my needs. I unclasped it and to my great delight, was reward by her still growing, red-skinned ballistic missiles bouncing up and down, out of control while they squirted her body and surroundings with alluring and slick milk. I’d never grow tired of that sight!

Azrael panted and whimpered while I dragged her, still pulling her by her hair, towards the big windows overlooking Tokyo. “Enjoy a final glimpse from your fancy fucking corner office as a free soul, Azrael-san.” I told her, and bent the woman over and slid her pantyhose and plain, boring fucking granny panties down her thighs.

I entered the wet and waiting woman’s gushing cunt, doggy-style, and instantly felt indescribable pleasure; her otherworldly most private part was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, undulating and pulsing while squeezing me in ways I had never imagined possible. Demoness’ pussy was truly the fucking best! As soon as she felt me slide into her, Azrael gave a disgraceful and slutty sound, in-between a grunt and a moan. The demoness responded to being taken by pushing her ass and thighs firmly into me, as though she was welcoming me inside. She made no attempt to hide her true self from me any longer...

I grabbed Azrael’s hips and thrust myself into her while her tits swung back and forth, still growing. They slapped against the windows and made heavy, thudding sounds while splashing both the glass and Azrael with more and more milk. To my amusement I registered that the milk was the same color as the one produced by my other girls’, even though Azrael’s skin was red. It even tasted the same, too! While I was busy sampling her milk, Azrael suddenly whipped her tail around my legs, and used it to drive herself even harder onto my cock.

“Summoner! Oh, dear Summoner! M-my body feels... so goood... Your... lust... your h-hard p-penis it’s making me.... h-hard to think... it’s making me soooo craaaazyyyy!” Azrael wailed while I slammed thrust after thrust into her. She looked over her shoulder, back at me, with a dick-crazed expression as her already limitless desire grew more and more intense. Finally this woman was honest with herself—she was made to be on my dick, just like all of the women I lusted after!

I would feel so fucking good to blast all over her pussy walls, to claim her demonic womb for myself. Conquering this high-nosed hellborn slut CEO’s most womanly part with my penis. But considering the memories she had sparked in me and what I had just said, I knew what I needed to do and what I needed to see.

With a grunt, I withdrew from her vacuum onahole cunt, and smacked her tail away and glasses off. I turned Azrael to make her look at me and then pushed her, the demoness’ weak legs buckled and she fell on her exposed ass. She leaned up against the big windows, covered in her own milk, while she gazed up at me with a distant expression, her bare and freshly transformed enormous bosom spilling out over her torso, marring her otherwise impeccable traditional beauty. The demoness clutched her super-sized chest tightly, massaging it, spraying herself with even more milk while she moaned for more—begged for me. The blown-up tits that her body’s ceaseless desire forced her to play with made her look much less of an ideal Japanese princess from a storybook, and instead like yet another fucktoy for me to enjoy.

I rubbed my throbbing cock in the woman’s face, pressing it against her parted and thirsty lips. But whenever she tried to do more than nibble on the penis, to take more of me and the object of her desire inside of her mouth I shoved her back and away, not allowing her any such satisfaction. Leering at the naked slut beneath me, leaning up against the milk-drenched windows of her office, I jacked myself off furiously while occasionally enjoying her soft lips, boobs and body against my erection. Azrael’s entire existence had forever been reduced to no more than another big-titted vessel for me to empty myself in. Or, in this case, on.

I came in a torrent of spurts, releasing myself over the girl’s waiting dull ruby skin, full lips and lustrous and perfect hair. ”This was what I had wanted to see ever since she sucked me off in that fucking pretentious garden. This faker whore painted with my cum for all to see! Her beautiful face sullied by my seed! God, it felt so fucking good!!”

The perfect slut, at last covered in my cum, panted wildly when she felt me come. As if to affirm my opinion of her, Azrael began to then slowly and sensually rub her hands in the spatters of sperm on her face, spreading it on her skin as if she had no idea what it was at first. She studied her soiled hands briefly and then began to lick her fingers thoroughly, sticking each one of them deep into her mouth while she peered up at me with still hazy eyes. Her breathing was still hard and her tail yet massaged her boobs while the slut sampled my semen. The melons did not grow any bigger now, but squirted milk with her every squeeze.

The card I had pushed into Azrael’s face floated up from the floor and writing began to cover it. I felt giddy! Time to give her some fun new Attributes and then wait for the timeline to reset!

The blank picture of the card filled in an awesome, holographic picture of Azrael wearing some sort of ceremonial armor and wielding a flaming sword. Unlike with the other girls, the picture did not change and the Azrael in the picture’s bust size did not seem to change either. The card’s title read “Azrael, Corruption of Innocence” SSSR. Only one Attribute appeared on the card.

• Demon: Succubus

In addition to her one Attribute, there were rows upon rows of blank Attribute slots—it looked almost as though the card could not properly display them all. I admired the cool artwork, waiting for time to reset while I enjoyed the wet, smacking sounds of the office whore’s tongue licking up every trace of my semen on her body that she could find. I would have to think carefully before I gave this treasure any new Attributes. She was “SSSR” after all, what could that mean?

I noticed too late how the bitch that had been happily gargling my cum raised her legs and kicked me on my shins. I stumbled backwards, and with a crash I fell and hit my head against her desk! Dizzy from the blow, I could vaguely register how Azrael got up, blown-up breasts bouncing as she did so. The woman gave me a disgusted look—her eyes filled with contempt, the twinkling stars now smoldering with baleful fire. She moved her hands in a studied manner (having some apparent problems with a few of the gestures due to the newly formed balloons bolted-on to her chest) while she was chanting something in a coarse language I could not comprehend. ”She’s casting a fucking magic spell or something...” I managed to think, my head still throbbing while I attempted to stand.

I raised myself on wobbly legs, rubbing the back of my head. Azrael seemed to have finished her ritual just as I stood up and whipped both of her hands down as if calling down powers to smite me from above. I braced for the impact, fearing for my life and I closed my eyes-

I opened them again after a second to find myself completely unharmed. Azrael took a step back—aghast that her magic spell had not done what she wanted! Still clutching the back of my head, I opened my mouth to say something but I was briskly interrupted by Azrael dashing past me, diving towards her desk. While she did so, her hooters bounced, spraying the remaining tatters of her expensive office lady attire with an additional gallon of milk. I heard the click of a button and whirled around to see her with a hand placed under the desk. ”The bitch had just pushed a button to call security or something!” My head still throbbing, I held the demoness’ card high above my head as I forced her first Attribute.

• The Summoner is her Master. She will obey his commands and will always have his best interests in mind. Her number one priority is the Summoner’s happiness in all things.

As soon as I saw the text fill in on the card I shouted to her. “Don’t move! Freeze in place where you stand, you fucking bitch!”

Azrael did.

“Tell me, what the fuck did you just do?”

“I called my private security, Master.” She now spoke in the same polite and pleasant manner she had usually done when we were together, paying no mind to her altered body or the cum and milk still dripping from her face, body and hair. “They are all men, so your great powers are useless against them.” She added.

“Why the hell did you not ‘reset’ like the other girls? And what the fuck did you try to do to me when I was down? Was that magic?!”

“I am my soul, Master. As I told you. Reality will therefore not create a Simulacrum vessel for me, since my body and soul are the same.” She paused momentarily and seemed to hesitate slightly while brushing her milk-drenched hair. Milk from her hair dripped to her face as she continued to speak. “With regards to your second question, I was preparing a dismissal spell that would have sent you to one of the deepest crypts within the Abyss. In there, I would have you tortured for eons.”

“W-why?” I had not expected her to be so needlessly cruel!

“I realize that my behavior was not in accordance with the new priorities you have given me, Master. From my current perspective, I was foolishly acting against my only purpose. However, before Master used his powers to enslave me, I thought it a sufficient punishment. Master turned my own magic against me and betrayed my trust. You treated me, a chaste Queen Succubus, like I were a common human tramp fit to be used for such base and rudimentary pleasures.” Her voice was just as warm and polite as it always had been while she was explaining this to me. “In addition, I was—and still am—shocked to find that the magic artifact’s power had such an effect on me. That was not what I had expected or been led to believe.”

I heard footsteps approaching from outside the office door. ”I had some sort of contingency plan in case of a threat to my life like this that I hoped would work... However, the nerve of this stuck-up goddamn bitch! ‘Chaste’, huh? She still kept that act up even after I had claimed her?! Azrael had tried to play me like a goddamn fiddle and she still behaved like she was some pure angel, even though I had just called her out on her fakery? Even after I owned her goddamn soul?! On top of it all she had the gall to call herself a ‘queen’!? Well, I’d give her back and then some! Her card’s title was ‘Corruption of Innocence’? Let’s go with some more corruption, then.”

I grasped her card hard and filled in another one of the numerous blank slots.

• Gyaru bitch

Azrael instantly cleaned up and then changed. Her skin went from a subdued and dull red tone to a strong and shiny crimson hue. Her long demonic tail grew plumper and thicker. The spike at the end of the tail lost its sharpness, the edge instead formed the shape of a silly cartoon heart. The demoness’ straight, black and very formal haircut gave way for thick and wavy platinum-bleached locks of hair, clasped with numerous hair clips of all the rainbow’s colors.

Azrael’s glasses and her remnants of dress suit disappeared, to be replaced by a micro skirt that hugged her hips snugly. Alluring silver strings from side tie panties peaked out from under the micro skirt, the dangling cords drawing my attention to her now bare legs and thighs. The girl’s nipples were barely covered by the miniature silvered bra that she now wore, with the bra straps digging lewdly into her titty flesh. A semi-transparent crop top, struggled in futility to contain her, showing off some serious underboob. The young woman’s pointy ears were suddenly decorated with tacky plastic earrings, and she wore more than a few pieces of jewelry around her wrists and ankles. Yet the crowning moment of my Azrael’s new, hyper-sexualized appearance was when ink of purple and black snaked across her lower belly, forming a womb tattoo—forever marking her a shameless skank.

It was immediately apparent to me that not just her appearance had changed drastically. Azrael’s entire demeanor and body language instantly shifted from overly studied and cautious to vulgar and exaggerated. She shrugged at me, shaking her shiny red tits.

“Like, O-M-G! What the heck, Master?!” She spoke with an airy tone with a noticeable vocal fry, sounding a lot like a stereotypical dumb valley girl bimbo, yet with a hint of sharpness and edge underneath. Her Japanese accent remained barely noticeable, as always. ”Was this... because I didn’t really know how a ‘gyaru bitch’ would otherwise sound like if she spoke in English?” I briefly thought before any further contemplation was interrupted and the door to the office kicked open. Three armed guards, looking like genuine yakuza, stormed the room. They shouted to both me and Azrael in Japanese while they pointed guns at us.

”I hope to god that this will work!” My thoughts a panic when I brought out Xue Mei’s card and summoned her. The ninja appeared before me and scanned the room in a flash. She instantly dashed towards one of the guards, diving under him and then spun her body around, his side impacting with a masterfully delivered spinning kick. The two other guards watched in shock and awe when their partner fell to the ground.

“H-hayai..!” One of them croaked in surprise, but the two guards were much too slow to react when Xue Mei disarmed them both with accurate shuriken throws. She then flipped into the air and landed on the shoulders of one of the guards. Squeezing his face in-between her thick thighs, she shifted her weight to slam him face-down to the floor!

The final guard started to back away, muttering something in Japanese but Xue Mei did not allow him many steps before a well-placed leg hit him square in the stomach, the man squirming in pain as he slowly slid down to his knees, subjugated. My Shinobi of Justice had dispatched the threat to me within seconds! She whirled around and knelt before me.

“Master.” She awaited further orders with her eyes cast down.

I nodded at Xue Mei in approval before I dismissed her. Just as I had hoped, the Attribute I gave her a few days ago was effective for more than housekeeping.

“Xue Mei, Shinobi of Justice” RARE

• Her body is incredibly sensitive to sexual stimulation ♥
• Will definitely, certainly, without doubt lose to the Summoner’s dick
• Loyal and subservient
• Appears capable, in reality extremely inept
• However, extremely capable when in the service of her Summoner

“Ummm... Hey! Hey Master!? You spacin’ out on me or what? There will be tons and tons of more guys like them showing up soon. Those three were like the uhh... tip of the penis? Umm... tip of the ice bear?” Azrael called out to me while nonchalantly inspecting her now glittering nails. While this new Azrael sounded completely off-beat and disinterested when she addressed me, I could still tell that there was concern for my sake in what she said. The silly girl would always have my happiness and best interest in mind after all.

“Shit! Can’t you teleport us out of here or something?” I responded.

“Uh-huh, totes should be able to... But like ummm... you kinda screwed me out of my magic powers, Master. Dang! I think maybe you fucked me so silly I can’t use my magic anymore? I feel like, sooo puny and weak!” She laughed curtly, like an airhead, at the realization. Her constant rising intonation while she spoke made me unsure as to whether Azrael had made statements or asked me questions.

“What do you mean, you dumb bimbo?!”

“Oi oi! Get it right, Master! I’m a bitch gyaru succubus demon, not a bimbo! Anyways, you have my card now, right? It should be absolutely packed with residue magic from me that you can use... like, I think? Can’t you, ummm... like do your summoner thingy, the same way you did to change me like this?” She gestured towards her new body and clothes with both of her hands.

I nodded and grasped her card again, hard. When I did so, I noticed that the epic picture of the warrior woman from before had now changed to depicting Azrael in her current form as a big-titted bitch gyaru. She was drawn giving a double peace sign while lying spread naked on a big bed, ready for cock. Nice!

• Master rank teleportation magic

“Did that work?!” I yelled at her, stressed since I heard how several more guards were approaching Azrael’s office.

“I dunno? Kinda, like maybe?” Azrael shrugged.

“Well, I order you to teleport the both of us away from here and back to my apartment. Now!” I said as I grabbed her arm.

Azrael nodded, and we were gone.

I awoke with a gasp, my heart racing like it was a trying to burst out of my chest! I sat up and looked around to find myself in my bedroom and instantly felt safer, I had gotten away from that clusterfuck in time! Even greater—I had a guest! The new and improved Azrael leaned up against the wall opposite of my bed, her arms folded under the pornstar new breasts rudely bolted-on to her otherwise trim body.

The demoness’ no longer sharp, heart-decorated tail slashed and whipped like a twister behind her, to reflect a violent mood. The gyaru bitch the tail belonged to in turn pouted at me. The sour look and barely concealed anger made the current Azrael look every bit like an idealized porn fantasy of a Japanese dropout delinquent girl, just two seconds away from beating me up and stealing my lunch money. Well, if not for her red skin, tail, over-the-top costume, impossibly hot body and the still otherworldly beauty barely concealed underneath all her gaudy accessories...

We both remained quiet for a moment, the demoness glaring at me. I swallowed, actually feeling a bit threatened by this girl’s intimidating posture. Then, she surprised me by making a playful grimace, sticking her tongue out as she began to laugh. Azrael’s laughter was still a harmony, but the way she laughed now was something else! Instead of subdued and feminine tittering, the gyaru bitch howled with laughter. She gripped her belly with both hands, almost keeling over.

“Hahahaha, your face just now was like, soooo funny, Master!! I kinda spooked you, yeah?!” She ran her hands through her bleached hair and grinned widely. “Like, your vibe was deffo kinda sus from the start, for sure! But I never expected Master to just jam a card from the stupid magic thingy into my boobs and face to transform me into one of your harem sluts!

I was legit in the mid’ of treating you to some nice drinks and tried like, to be ummm... like, sooo romantic? But Master’s just a big meanie that needs to take his women forcefully whenever and however he wants them! So I wanted to kinda mess with you a lil’ bit just now. That’s fine, right?”

”So, it seemed as though her angry visage when I had awoken had been mostly for show...” I surmised. But even though this new Azrael’s words were extremely playful, I could sense a degree of rage and honesty somewhere in there too, struggling hard to get out. The demon yet appeared a little hurt by my “betrayal”.

“You didn’t seem to mind, Azrael-san! I’d say you enjoyed being fucked by me quite a lot after having the tables turned on you. Didn’t you, you horny gyaru slut?” I replied, confident in my powers over her as I got out of bed. I noticed that my underwear was wet. ”Right, my sleeping body interpreted this entire thing as if I had had dreamt a wet dream...”

“Totes! Master pumping me like that was sooo freakin’ sweet! My boobs slapping the windows like ‘don-don-don-don! Litty as fuck!” She laughed, no hint of uncertainty in her dumb voice. “Oh! From now on, puh-leeze call me A-zu-ko.” The succubus said, while she bent her upper body over, her gigantic milkers spilling down almost touching the floor as the girl exaggeratedly counted the syllables of her new nickname on her hand. “Or Azu-chan’s fine too, I guess? My old name’s such a stuck-up old granny’s name! Don’t cha think so too, Master?”

The girl raised her body up again, boobs bouncing as she did so. The glittering silver bra she wore did nothing to restrict the bodacious tits visible through her mockery of a semi-transparent top. Azrael stared at my cum-stained underwear with a hungry expression and overtly licked her full lips, making sure I noticed it.

“You finally ready to admit that you like my dick now, huh?” I asked while she checked out my crotch. I wanted to hear this “chaste” bitch finally gush over it.

“Ummm... Well... like kinda, I guess..?” She pulled at her plastic earrings and remained quiet for a moment. Then, she grumbled and appeared to cringe. “Like, guess you’ve made me really, really feel like I need to be truthful to you from now on, Master! Like, ummm... sooo...

It’s like, your dick made me feel super-duper good before! True! But that was totes ’cuz the magic spell, Master!” The gyaru demoness smiled, her fanged teeth visible. “Human dick is so, sooooo teeny tiny small. I need something that fills me up good, real good. I would prob’ not even be able to feel your little thingy in there anymore... If you grow a couple inches and like, maybeeeeeeee—” Azrael abruptly shut her mouth and blinked a few times, as if in sheer amazement at what she had just said. “Awww... You’ve made me such a hard-to-satisfy, horny slut demon bitch, Master! And you’ve forced me to have to be like, soooo honest to you ’bout it! No fair!!” She whined, stomping in frustration.

”The hell was this slut saying?! Was she... teasing me or did she actually mean all of it? She had a lot of nerve insulting me like that considering who I was!! Though, I guess behaving like a cock-starved slut came with Azrael’s new role. Still, as a reward for that disrespect, she could spend some time in time-out while I figured out what to do with her next.” I brought forth Azrael’s (Azuko’s?) card and dismissed her. Tried to at least, it didn’t work.

“Azrael-san, err... Azuko, why can’t I send you away?”

“Oh, like I tried to tell you when you were fucking the old, boring and proper me, I am my soul, Master. Demons cannot be separated from it. There is no Simaral... Surema... ummm... Smallcrumb? Mortal body, whateveer... for me to go!” She played with her blonde hair while struggling with the hard word.

I groaned in response and pulled off my pants and dirty underwear and threw them to the floor and sat down on my bed again. The girl’s eyes widened as soon as she saw my dick. ”Too small for you, huh?” I thought, looking at my latest conquest. I had grown hard again, just from Azrael’s shameless flaunting of her new slut body and her bitchy behavior (and the fantasy of correcting that part of her with my penis that it sparked). But before I did anything more, I felt curious to figure out more about this strange demon girl.

“So, if I can’t dismiss you, I guess you’ll be my roommate from now on, then?”

“Yeah, I guess? I’m like, your loyal and obedient bitch now so it’s not like I have much to say about it. I’m used to lounging around in much bigger cribs than this, tho’...” She pouted.

I ignored her complaint. “Whatever. So you just kept going on and on about how human cock is not enough for you. The previous Azrael kept acting all virginal and pure whenever I met her. You just pretending back then or what?”

“Hmmm...” She seemed to be thinking hard, rubbing her chin, brushing strands of bleached hair back behind her ear. Even though almost everything about her had changed—in that moment I was reminded that the face of the girl beneath the trashy facade still looked exactly the same as the professional and collected Japanese demoness it had been so hard for me not to admire. “I don’t... know anymore? Like maybe? Maybe not? I pinky swear I’m not trying to hide something from you, Master, but I just don’t know! My memories about that part of ol’ granny Azrael are like... gone? Sooo weird...

But like, ummm... it doesn’t really matter anymore, tho’ does it, Master? My very immortal soul is now that of a slutty gyaru bitch. You’ve like, no idea how much demon cock I’ve seen and taken now, Master! Oh! Em! Gee! It’s like, an unbelievable amount!” The girl sounded almost proud, waving her hands around as if to somehow measure how much cock she had experienced.

”Way too much information, you dumb broad!”

She prattled on and on while staring at my naked, erect penis. “But like, don’t get me wrong! You’re without a doubt my Master now and I both want to and need to take real good care of you. So even if it’s kind of umm... just kind of small and sorta cute... this slutty body you have given me still recognizes that it’s made for taking it inside of me. Like, needs you dick inside of me. Really... bad...” When she imagined getting blessed by my penis, the demoness ran her fingers across her body, stroking the skin on her abdomen that was now decorated with a womb tattoo. “C’mon Master, fuck me! You are finally free to use any and all of your ‘Azrael-san’s’ slutty holes for your entertainment, whenever and however! Just like you always wanted, right?

My pussy made you feel real good before, yeah? You know my succubus body’s, like, crafted to satiate mortal men and wring out their semen, so can you... imagine... just how good my other holes could make you feel? How satisfied my body will make you feel...” The bombshell’s voice was pure sex as she confidently strode towards me, dropping each and every article of her clothing on her way. The side tie panties were the last to go; she undid the gleaming bow knot on one side and let the garment fall, exposing a delectable and completely smooth pussy.

Dragging my hungry eyes from the sexbomb for barely a moment, I brought out her card. The holographic design still looked sick, even though it felt more appropriate for use when the card had shown a cool warrior instead of a naked slut begging for cock. ”SSSR, huh?”

“Do you know how many empty Attribute slots your soul have? The list on the card seems to go on forever!”

“Aww, don’t waste time on that now... Azuko wanna fuck!” The semen demon moaned with disappointment when she climbed onto the bed, milk leaking out from hyper-expanded tits onto her shiny red skin, dripping down on the mattress. She threw her arms around me and pulled me down to lay with her. She took off my t-shirt and caressed my body with well-manicured hands and soft tail. Still, she could not ignore her Master’s questions for long; the demoness’ voice dripped with desire when she finally answered me. “I like have no idea how many of those empty slots I have, Master. Considering my powers before you claimed me, it’s probably a lot. Tons of ’em!” She bit me teasingly, her fangs scratching my skin as she moved her luscious lips closer and closer to mouth.

As soon as she had finished speaking, the demoness’ made-for-it lips kissed me while her plump tail grasped my dick and began to expertly jerk me off. In-between the kissing, she moaned excitedly, and with a more than sultry voice she shared an idea she apparently thought was brilliant: “I can teleport us anywhere, Master. C’mon, let’s go fuck somewhere fun! Don’t you want to claim your gyaru bitch for the first time on top of a mountain? Or on the beach of a tropical island? Let’s go to Bali and fuck and get drunk together—in whatever order my Master desires!”

Her tail on my dick and experienced whore tongue in my mouth made it very hard to remain in control of my mental faculties. I pressed on, though, determined to get to the bottom of how her card and this magic worked. “So you’re basically my custom girl? With all these blank slots I can transform you utterly?” Her tail grasped and eased its hold of my pecker, tantalizing me while I spoke—the bitch trying her hardest to break my focus.

She abandoned another deep, needy kiss, overloaded by desire to answer me. “Uh-huh... Like, I guess so?” She panted. “But there are no take backs, remember that! So Master’s stuck with me being his slutty gyaru bitch demon now! I’m soooo horny for you, Master...” She planted wet, smacking kisses from my neck down along my body, down towards my dick. She promptly began to lick up and down it. Her mouth dripped with saliva and her tits squirted even more of her erotic and slick milk while she massaged my cock with glazed lips.

”It was time to make some changes, then! I enjoyed to see how I had utterly corrupted the prim and proper Azrael into the thirsty slut I had known that she truly was. What man could resist a vapid bimbo under his control, after all? But some parts of her new personality really had to go for me to be truly satisfied...”

“Hey, Azuko!” I grabbed her card.

“Mhmmph?” The demon stopped slobbering over my cock for a moment to look up at me from under the blonde hair that had fallen over her eyes. It hit me again how the eyes that shone behind the locks of platinum were still just as beautiful as they had always been, like shining stars.

A new Attribute appeared on her card.

• Virgin

Azrael blinked a few times, holding her head still above my cock. She looked flabbergasted. “Ummm... this doesn’t make any lick of sense, does it Master? Like, how can I be a virgin if you fucked me to claim me and change me like this?!” She sounded frustrated, trying to make sense of it all. The succubus had stopped licking the hard penis that still pressed up against her face, denting her cheek.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re a virgin now, right?”

Seeming perplexed by her own answer, she pondered it for a moment before speaking. “Yeah...” She sat up in the bed, suddenly very awkward about her current situation.

“Great.” I smiled at my little sextoy demon gyaru virgin. “So what about all that bluster and boasting from you about riding the demonic cock carousel like a champ?”

“C’mon Master, this is like, waaay too confusing! It was true then, but it is not true anymore! You just remade me into a virgin. It’s... I... I like have no idea how to deal with... that... now!” Sitting upright in the bed, she gestured with two hands to my hard dick without daring to look at it. Her appearance was still that of a total whore bitch, but she had no sexual experience at all...

“Really? You seemed so sure of yourself a little while ago? Cocksure, you could even say.” I teased her and pulled her tail.

“Ah~!” She gasped when I grabbed at the heart at her tail’s end and then glared at me with a grumpy visage. She lightly and playfully slapped my chest, still taking great care to avoid looking at the erection that seemed to scare her now. “Gawd! You’re like... such a meany, Master!”

“You’re too fun to mess with now, Azu-chan. You seem to have virtually an infinite number of empty Attribute slots. The implications of that makes a guy’s head spin...” I smiled back at her while my hand trailed across her tight, lightly muscled back. Her bright, red skin was wonderfully soft to touch. My other hand began to rub her breasts.

“Mmmm... your touch feels sooo good, Master! It’s not like I... ummm... it’s not like I don’t w-want to do it with you. I like, still know what men want and think when they look at me! And I am totally a slutty gyaru bitch at heart, so I really, really totally love and adore dicks! But it’s so stupid and weird that I can still totally feel like that, but have no experience at all anymore!! Ah~!” She finally shut her trap as her virgin body quivered from the stimulation of my touch. My bimbo slut peered at me all innocently. “I-I want to do it with you. Could you... umm... be my first, Master? Just... p-please be gentle. I like... have like, no clue what to do now! It’s sooo freakin’ weird!”

I chuckled when she begged me like that, showing me a freshly made virginal expression. “Let’s give your body some more proper motivation then, Azuko.” New Attributes began to fill her card, still no end to the number of blank slots remaining.

• The sight of her Master’s erect cock drives her mad with lust that can only be satiated by him
• Pupils change to shiny pink hearts if she feels strong lust or love

I could—and would—essentially turn her into a real-life hentai character.

Azrael blinked a few times while she stared at the new text on the card. “Oh noooo!” She threw her hands up over her eyes to cover them. “I don’t want to my first time to be like, soooo freaky!!”

I sat up and across from her on the bed. “That’s okay, Azuko. It’s fine if you want to keep your eyes closed, but give me one of your hands.” She did and I guided it to my penis.

“Oh... it’s like warm, and ummm... kinda sticky?” The currently unseeing woman stroked my dick awkwardly in an inexperienced grasp. She was getting my precum all over her hand.

“Yeah, it’s hard and sticky like that because your teasing earlier has made me really horny for you. It’s like that because you’ve made your Master want to fuck you, to enjoy your gyaru body and cunt.”

“Ohhh~” She moaned when she heard me stating my desires so bluntly. Azrael’s tail moved in-between her legs and began to snake up and down the contours of her pussy. Still blind, she continued to give me an unpracticed handjob. “It feels like, sooo great to grab it like this, Master! My body... it’s like, ummm... like my body just knows that this is what a slutty whore like me should have inside of her!”

I let her keep going for a while, enjoying her unsullied moans while she grasped at my cock, teasing herself with her tail. I bounced and groped her impressive tits lightly from time to time, but was mostly content to watch the girl get herself wet and ready for me.

“Are you ready for it now, Azuko?” I asked her after a while. She had begun moaning my name and clutched me hard.

“Umm... I... l-like... I think so?” A sweet response came. She still kept her eyes closed though, not daring to open them.

“Then, open your eyes, Azuko.” I ordered her. Unable to resist her Master’s orders, she complied.

Still rubbing her eager, unspoiled pussy with her tail, the demoness opened her twinkling eyes to see me sit in front of her, her hand grasping the rock-hard penis that was now twitching with excitement. The mere glimpse of it made her open her mouth wide in a shocked gasp. Her made solely for my pleasure body then shuddered at the sight of the one thing her soul now truly desired. The demoness’ breathing instantly turned heavy, her cheeks flushed. My gyaru bitch stared straight at me, her beautiful eyes slowly morphing from pupils like perfect gemstones to silly, shining pink hearts.

The succubus looked crazed, hyperventilating, and appeared ready to pounce me—to impale herself on my rod! But Azrael was still a virgin at heart, and therefore appeared a little unsure on how to best deal with the tremendous need swelling inside of her, how to best get the big object of her desire deep inside of herself. Before she got a chance to jump me and try her hardest to figure it out—to satiate her magically induced lust—I felt an irresistible need to play with her some more.

“Remain in the bed exactly like that, don’t move from where you’re sitting.” I ordered her as I got out of the bed and stood beside it, just out of the girl’s reach.

“M-master, I... I need... yooouuu.” She begged me in a moan while she remained frozen in place on the bed, as per my command. She began to fondle her enormous boobies, flopping them up and down, showering herself with milk as I watched. ”I would never grow tired of seeing one of my hot titty sluts cover herself in lubricating milk while begging for my dick.” The demoness’ thick, heart-decorated tail weaved faster in-between her legs. The tail snaking back and forth across her pussy made it call out to me with wet, sloppy sounds. The desperate slut virgin succubus, the very image of sex, pressed for me yet again while helplessly immobile on top of my bed. “P-pleeeaaase fuuuuck me, Master!! Don’t keep your Azuko waiting for you like this! It’s soooo cruel!!” She cried.

“I don’t know, Azuk... Azrael-san. Didn’t you just whine and complain that this human dick wouldn’t be able to satisfy you? And you always acted like you were too good for me, didn’t you?” I said while I bounced my erect dick up and down in my hand. The girl’s heart-shaped eyes followed every bounce like a cat would trace its favorite toy.

“Oh, gawd noooo! That’s like t-totally not true, Master! You know you have changed me! O-only your dick can satisfy this slutty bitch gyaru now! I p-promise! I swear!!” The slut tried to desperately convince me while trailing the enticing dick I had withdrawn from her grasp. Her heart-shaped pupils completely focused on her prize as the rest of her dirty body did its best to entice me. She madly massaged her milk-covered boobies with both hands and pressed them towards me as if to present herself and lure me in. Meanwhile, her tail had slid into her, and was rapidly going in and out of her gushing cunt. I spotted bloodstains on her thighs. She had pierced her own hymen with her tail!

“Then, get over here and let me know what you truly desire, you virgin whore slut.” I growled. The sight of the cocky gyaru bitch I had created now being reduced to a desperate virgin mess simply from more use of the power I held over her and her soul was irresistible to me.

As soon as she got permission, Azrael flung herself off the bed towards me. She embraced me, pushing herself up against me and the cock she needed. Her eyes shone with pink desire when she looked at it. “Master..! Oh hell... I feel so g-goood. Fuck!! I need you inside of me, but... Ah~... H-how?!” She pressed her leaking cunt against me, needing me but seemed unable to figure something out. “C-could you ummm...g-guide me a little, Master?” She spoke in a frenzied rant, yet somehow she sounded a bit shy. Azrael’s legs were parted and she pushed her sopping wet pussy against my leg, grinding up and down against it.

“Gladly.” I replied and dug my hands into her lactating, shining red tits. As she tensed from my touch, I guided her head back and kissed her deeply. She clumsily met my tongue and did her best to keep up, despite her inexperience. She grasped at my dick with her hand, doing her best to give me a handjob like I had shown her before. But she did a terrible job due to her body going absolutely haywire from how much she needed to feel what she grabbed at inside of her.

I moved one of my hands from the mounds of flesh on her chest to the soaked slit between her legs, passing the womb tattoo on the trail down. I pushed three fingers into her immediately, causing the slut’s body to jolt, a moan erupting from her as she angled her head back, breaking our kiss. I began licking and sucking on her tits while slowly moving my fingers inside her. The girl moaned and struggled to speak, despite pleasure overload from the magic I had forced on her and my fingers inside her cunt. She grasped my pecker hard with her overly manicured hand.

“Oh, Master! I need this!! Like, n-not just your fingers! Give it to me! Just take my virgin pussy with your dick! Please! Please fuck me!!” Pure desperation shone in her heart-shaped eyes while she begged and begged for me.

“I’ll give it to you when I want and how I want!” I scolded, and slapped her hand away.

I turned her demonic, yet somehow Japanese, body around and bent her over. Azrael’s ass and exposed pussy pushed into me while her giant titties spilled down against the floor. The girl’s entire body and being shook from excitement as she presented herself to me from behind—the thirsty virgin awaiting her reward. I rubbed my dick against the outer walls of her pussy and slathered my cock in her lubricating milk. Then, I brought forth her card. ”I wanted to mess with Azrael even more...”

Azrael (or was she perhaps Azuko now?) was grinding her ass, pussy and entire existence up to the only thing in the world she could desire. Her mind was a chaotic storm of impulses and needs; images of Master’s erect cock flashing through it without pause. His bedroom—her world!— a shining haze of pink! ”Master. Master! Master!! How her soul totally belonged to him! She needed his cock inside of her so infinitely fucking bad, tho... A top ten list of the things in life that mattered to her: 1. Her great Master 2. His wonderful dick. D-I-C-K! ♥ That was pretty much it!! The only stuff she cared about! Ohhh... If only she could make him understand how much she needed him!! Master!! Master!! His yummy cock!!”

Abruptly, her jumbled mess of thoughts were interrupted and she felt a sting and an ache at her lower back. She pressed herself even harder against Master, wagging her hips to try and goad him into finally granting her what she needed. She looked back to him, and to her surprise she saw small, bat-like wings protrude from out of her lower back now. Dumbfounded, the succubus was about to open her plump bitch gyaru mouth in protest—the mouth that she could only use to speak silly things with now. But before she got a chance to whine anything dumb, her Master’s thick member, well-lubricated by her own lactation, entered her virgin asshole full force!

”YEEESSSSS!!” Her whore virgin ass being stuffed by her Master’s wonderful penis filled Azuko with pride and purpose. ”A-N-A-L! ♥ How wonderful was it not that for the first time her virgin body was ever violated by a man, it was her Master that took her ass!?” It hurt her a little bit when Master moved and stirred, but she endured it. “He was sooooo big...! ♥” She desired for nothing else than to be an absolute sleeve for her Master’s every desire and impulse! To be used by him however and whenever he needed release!!

The demoness bucked up against her Master wildly, to try to take even more of him inside of her. She felt a slight draft from how her new wings flapped rhythmically, reflexively, with each of Master’s pounds into her pristine asspussy. For a brief moment came another sharp pang of pain, this time around her temples! She then noticed how her Master grabbed at the new horns she had just grown from out of her head.

Her new set of horns seemed almost perfectly crafted to work as handlebars for her Master; there was little the blonde gyaru could do but submit to her Master’s whims as he slammed her body back and forth to please and milk his dick, grabbing her by her handlebar horns.

I had never been a big fan of anal sex, this was something else! Azrael’s indecent hole squeezed me in one moment, yielded like silky smooth velvet the next. Burned yet chilled as if to properly stimulate the foreign member that had invaded her. Just like this vapid girl had bragged about earlier, her demonic succubus body seemed literally made to accept cock. My cock.

Grabbing her by the horns that now stuck out from her bleached hair I jerked myself off with little regard for the bimbo slut that had been Azrael. When I pulled even harder at her horns, the girl arched her back and bent her neck, moaning and yammering from pleasure while sticking her tongue out of her mouth. I slapped her ass, my hand leaving a mark on her skin, and Azrael screamed, a mindless wail of lust and desire. She was such a cock-starved beast—to act like this the first time she ever had sex. And fucking anal sex at that!

I spanked the slut’s ass a few more times to remind her who was finally in charge. The horns, wings and heart-shaped tail I had given her made her look like a dime-a-dozen succubus from some random low-budget hentai. The surreal breasts bolted-on to her torso was still the best part of her, though... “Fuck, I wanted to suck on those rude titties that swung back and forth, grazing the floor under her! I... I could actually do that now!” I realized.

Holding the card between my fingers while grabbing her horns, I added another Attribute to my custom fucktoy girl.

• Extremely soft and malleable body! Bends and twists to her Master’s whims!

As weird as this was getting, reshaping this woman to be my perfect sextoy while fucking her senseless was a rush! I pulled hard at one of her horns, janking the slut’s body up and to the side. Her back arched even more while I kept pulling on her horn. Applying even more force, Azrael’s spine gave way and her lewd body and bones twisted soundlessly, as if made of rubber, giving after to me while I kept pulling.

Eventually, I had turned the cumdoll’s upper body around, 180 degrees. Holding onto her horn with one hand while fucking her ass, I cast my gaze like a searchlight over her even more uncanny body.

The succubus’ face was lost to mad ecstasy, eyes shining pink. Her swollen tits pointed straight up, flopping back and forth in response to each impact of me using her asshole the way it was meant to. For a moment I paused my gaze, resting my eyes on the womb tattoo the girl now paraded on her lower belly. “Whore.” The insult flashed through my mind, and like a feral animal, I dug into the buffet of tits she presented to me. I sucked and bit on Azrael’s milk-covered offerings, the nipples and breast she stuck straight to my face while I clapped her ass, still fucking it doggy-style.

The absolute control I had over Azrael and her bitch body was too much! I felt myself approaching release and gave her one final Attribute. The bimbo gyaru tried to meet my gaze, but a madwoman’s desire still shone in the heart-shaped pupils I had given her. She was unable to even focus whilst I sucked on her bolted-on boobs, slurping on her milk. The girl wailed and moaned, Azrael’s body and mind had given after for me completely!

“This is too weird, Master!” She managed to get out in-between frantic panting, her body readying itself for my release. “First Master made me all dumb and blonde... then my body became so weird.. bendy and twisty and... and now I... I...” She ran her hands through her blonde hair, holding her head hard as if overloaded by foreign thoughts. “I love you! I looove you, Master. Ahhhn~ Azuko’s mind is going craaaaz~~y!!” The virgin girl’s cunt squirted and sprayed as it tightened, her body twitched and shook from her first ever orgasm. While I fucked her ass.

Seeing the girl driven to orgasm in turn pushed me over the edge. I pulled out from deep within her and painted Azrael’s womb tattoo and belly white with my semen, mixing it with her milk. I slapped at her tits while I released myself onto her.

The demoness accepted me completely, the slut moaning a litany of nonsense while eagerly rubbing her fingers in the cum I spilled. She spread it over the tattoo and the rest of her tummy. She wrapped her tail around my legs and enveloped me best she could with her newly created wings. Equal amounts of lust and total adoration shone in the heart-shaped pupils that gazed at me.

Eventually, I gently bent Azrael’s twisted rubber spine back, once again by pulling on her horn. I lifted the girl’s thoroughly soaked body and put her down to rest on my bed. As out of it as the virgin still was, she never stopped kissing my body while I was holding her. She moaned cutely, glad to be princess carried by her Master.

I remained next to Azrael on the bed, stroking her blonde hair while the girl’s mind was somewhere far away. After a while, I brought up her card.

“Azrael, Corruption of Innocence” SSSR

• Demon: Succubus
• The Summoner is her Master. She will obey his commands and will always have his best interests in mind. Her number one priority is the Summoner’s happiness in all things.
• Gyaru bitch
• Master rank teleportation magic
• Virgin
• The sight of her Master’s erect cock drives her mad with lust that can only be satiated by him
• Pupils change to shiny pink hearts if she feels strong lust or love
• Small wings, unsuitable for flight
• Horns! Perfect as handlebars ♥
• Extremely soft and malleable body! Bends and twists to her Master’s whims!
• Her Master is her soulmate and true love

I gave up counting her card’s seemingly infinite still empty Attribute slots and peered at my sleeping bimbo gyaru bitch demon. When I looked at her, I felt myself filled with desire to protect and love her forever. She was my soulmate after all, and we were made for each other.

”Wait! No! Fuck! I only thought of her as my soulmate because of the Attribute I had just given her.” I tried to momentarily fight the feelings of love and affinity growing inside of me but it was as impossible as if to count all the stars in the night sky. I loved Azrael! She was explicitly made for me. She was the other half of my soul. ”Why the fuck would I even want to fight these feelings, anyway? She was everything I could desire in a woman, wasn’t she?”

My gyaru bitch grabbed me weakly, pulling me down in bed with her. I was almost as exhausted as her. We both fell asleep together, holding onto each other as if we were lovers. In truth, we were much more than that now.

We awoke almost simultaneously, still wrapped tightly together. The perfect slut smiled at me with devotion when I kissed her forehead.

“I can’t believe you broke your own hymen with your tail, you slutty virgin!” I said, stroking some of her blonde hair. “I was planning to be the first thing to enter your pussy, instead you forced me to settle for your ass.”

“Oh, like it’s totally fine, Master. My hymen’s deffo grown back by now anyways...” She replied with an airy tone. “You need to be more greedy and take me quicker next time, Master! Don’t keep a slutty bitch gyaru in heat like me waiting so long! Why are you so mean to me?” She bit my ear while she whispered into it.

“Wait... What did you just say? Do you have a regenerating hymen?”

“Well, duh! You changed me into a virgin, remember?”

“But... we just had sex!”

“Uh-huh, and you have inscr... ummm... written on the very core of my soul that I’m a virgin now. Doesn’t matter how many times you take me, I will be a virgin. And since you humans seem to think it’s important for a virgin to have an intact hymen, that’s what I’ll have. Dumb humans...”

”Damn! I had not really reflected on the fact that the Attributes I gave her did not just affect her body as I saw it, but also her soul, essence or whatever. I had even more power over her than I thought...”

“So, what about you being and acting all inexperienced like a virgin?”

“Umm... well, I remember everything we did, of course. But, I like... feel a bit nervous again, pressing up against your hard penis right now. Like, how do I uhhh... fit all of that inside of me, really?” The virgin’s look was questioning and insecure. “And umm... I’m kind of afraid to stare at it again. It’s sooo scary being full of a crazy need like that, but not have any real idea on how to get rid of it!”

”I truly had complete power to reshape her however I wanted.”

“Hey...” She stared deeply into my soul. When I met her gaze, her pupils slowly turned into shining hearts, proof that she must have felt overcome by her love for me. “I’m yours, Master. Body and soul. I am like, your virgin plaything, and totes absolutely happy to be! But ummm... please be careful with the Attributes! There are kinda no take backs, remember?” She pulled at the small wings protruding from her lumbar region. “Like, these are kind of in the way, y’know? Girls like me are fragile, Master!”

She drew closer to me, brushing her lips against my chest. Her eyes evidence that she was filled with love for me. I loved her too (“Did I really? What did it mean to me that I found her to be my soulmate?!”), but I loved the control I held over her more. I brandished her card again.

• She is very turned on by the fact that her Master has complete control of her body and soul. Loves and eagerly supports any change he wishes to do.

“Oh... Mmmm, you’re soooo good, Master... That’s another way to calm me down.” Azrael moaned as she began stroking her new horns with one hand, pulling at her wings with the other. “I’m like, totally your slut virgin plaything. So... fucking... hot!”

She wrapped her tail hard around my dick and began softly jerking it as she climbed on top of me. When she had settled on top, my transformed slutty bitch gyaru, Japanese horned demon, virgin with copious amounts of tits, completely in love with me sex slave impaled herself on my throbbing rod—this time granting me her hymen. Azrael stretched the wings I had given her to their full length as if she was proudly displaying them to me. The succubus arched her back and sensually wriggled on top of me, the freshly made virgin girl milking the dick she had fully accepted.

Gazing at her Master through her heart shaped pupils, straddling her soulmate, the Queen Succubus’ demonic soul was for the first time since eternity absolutely content. She needed nothing else. She understood perfectly clear that her feelings were because of the mind control He had used on her. She knew that He had betrayed her trust and used her own magic against her to make her feel like this. But it did not matter at all! Not one bit! She was finally complete! To serve Him, to serve her beloved Master’s every need, was the very core of her being now.

“I love you, Master. I belong to you now, body and soul. Always.” Azuko (for that was truly her name now), whispered through parted lips when she felt His penis stir inside of her. It was the first time she had ever told another creature those words and really meant it. It was absolute truth. ”Love did not exist for a demon.” She had always thought. Until today, that was. Her very soul loved Him. Every iota of her knew He was her soulmate—what she had been missing. No wonder the hellspawn whispered of feelings like these as true magic!

“I love you too, Azrael-san. I... I think I’ve loved you ever since the first time I first saw you.” She heard her Master respond. His voice sounded a little bit strange and somehow sad.

Master’s words sent her straight to heaven. Even though she was a demon, she had reached Paradise! Her Master held her hips, digging His fingers into her toned ass and thighs. They were His—all of her was His! She rocked back and forth on top of Him. Worshiping Him. Her Master.

Master did not last long until He came deep and hard inside of her reverent, immaculate pussy. He moaned her old name as He did so. Azuko felt how her womb tattoo tingled when she accepted her Master’s seed. This was the her purpose. The Queen Succubus’ True Purpose. It had been so from the start.