Zandriell sat bored in the abyss, for more than 100 years no one had tried to summon a demon from the depths. Damn them and their technology! she said to herself as she kicked an imp than was scuttling past.
Her bright red and baby smooth skin glistened in the dim light, her horns and hooves shone with a high polish. She says to herself in reverie of the orgies she had engaged in during the middle ages. Oh the men she and women had enslaved with their own lust. Her hairless pussy began to drop with it’s intoxicatingly sweet smell.
The succubus began to rub her large but firm breasts and pinch her own nipples. Her bright pink tongue ran over her perfect with teeth and her sharp canine fangs sparkled in the ruddy light. Using her tail with its spade shaped tip to teas and rub her clit she gloried in the raunchy memories.
Her demonic masterbation was interrupted by a call dimly heard across the veil that separates the land of humanity from the abyssal depths.
Zandriell was giddy with excitement as she eagerly answered the call, rushing up the astral thread offered to her she heard the sorcerer mispronouncing some of the words of power. “Oh how wonderful, an incompetent, I can quickly take control and be his master rather than a slave.”
She saw and felt the hatted demonic circle drawn in the floor of the room she was being summoned to. The ring glowed in its power but more was wrong than just the mispronounced words! The fool had placed his virgin sacrifice in the center of the circle! The demoness tried in vain the flee back to the abyss but it was too late she has already agreed to the contract and was draw inexorably into the girl in the floor.
The roar and blinding flash of a lightning strike crashed in the room as the inept adept of magic confused two spells. The bolt struck him first and a chain of the raw elemental power struck the unconscious form in the protective circle just as the succubus was drawn into her body. Everyone involved screamed in pain and fear and all were plunged into blackness.
Zandriell was cold, a sensation she had never experienced in all the ages since her creation, she cracked one eye open. The glorious light of morning pierced her brain like a lance of fire. God loves morning and always went out of His way to show it.
Cursing under her breath she rose painfully from the floor and dared to open her eyes again just a little. The room swam slowly into focus she could see the blacked husk of the dead mage smoking next to her. In his death he had fallen across the ring drawn in the floor, the demoness knew she could leave the area now without consequences. This knowledge did not abate her confusion, with the caster of the spell dead she should have been dismissed back to the depths by now.
Even though she new the ring was compromised she still avoided the lines as she skipped over it, only then did she realize just how bad things were. She had feet! Cute little pink human feet, each toenail painted a different color. Holding her left hand up she saw that the same was true her beautiful red skin was now a pink human skin, her lovely sharp talons were gone as well. In a panic she felt her head to find her horns replaced by a disgustingly smooth forehead, with a scream she put her hand to the top of her asscrack. “ OH NO, NOT MY TAIL TOO?”
Her vision blurred and her nose stung water leaked from her eyes as her lower lip trembled. Awash in confusion she looked around the room and spied the back of a large ornate mirror.
Dashing over to it she looked into the antique silvered mirror in it’s depths she saw her true self reflected in all its demonic glory.
Taking in her surroundings she saw that she was in a wooden human dwelling, books and scrolls were piled all over as well as the normal items she was used to sorcerers having. One thing did stand out it was a flat box with a hinged lid, black vines ran out of the sides and back. Creeping over to it Zandriell lifted the lid and gasped as the inside of the lid lighted up! The light changed to all blue with the word “password” above a white rectangle. The flat box had no depth it seamed to have a single layer of square tiles with the great letters and other symbols and numbers on them.
“Must be some kind of scrying device.” She said to herself. Deciding that it might be dangerous to mess with she left the box alone and exploring the room she found a pile of female human clothes, and a bag. In the bag were quite a few things she did not understand at all but she did find makeup, which she did know if and a small hand mirror. Hoping to see her lovely demonic dorm again she looked at the mirror. Once more she was shocked the face in the hand mirror was of a young blue eyed girl with red hair. The rattled succubus ran back to the large mirror were she again saw her true form in the refection.
Why are they different? she thought to herself. Reaching out to the large mirror she felt the back of it and snatched her had back as a jolt if pain struck.
Backing up with a hiss she understood at least in part. This mirror had true silver on it, so the hand mirror must have some other method of reflection.
Using the small mirror she studied this new body, short even for a human female she was pretty and petit. Zandriell was terrible at telling ages this body could be from 12 or 20 for all she knew. Small flat tits with bright pink nipples, hairless mons, and perfect white teeth. Letting her fingers explore she found it pleasing to touch and stimulation of the clitoral good brought a flush to her face and dampness to her pussy folds. Her carefully inserted finger found that the girl was also a virgin, such power in virginal blood! No wonder her would be master had chosen this offering, what could this fool have thought he wanted?
Next to the charred remains she found an open spell book written in latin. At last something familiar!
Gingerly touching it and caerful of wards she was able to pick up the book. “ The fool did not even guard his spell book.”