Jennie’s naked body was covered from head to toe with a tattoo of a flowery vine. It did not cover all of Jennie’s skin, but it was wrapped around her arms and legs, two flowers even covering her temples. It was steadily fading into invisibility, but even so, Catherine could feel its raw power. This was no ink – it was pure lust wrapped around her friend’s body. Jennie’s right hand seemed powerless to resist caressing the flower blooming on her right breast, or even to breathe without pushing her chest forward.
The most dramatic change, however, was Jennie’s expression. The bold and confident con artist appeared confused and lost, and indeed, Jennie felt wrapped in the fingers of an entity of unfathomable power ; the very presence of which made the mere act of thinking like wading through flower bushes. She wasn’t alone in herself anymore. She lived with her Queen.
"Wh-wh-what have you done to h-h-h-her ?!"
"That there’s the mark of one of the Succubi Queens, luv. It’s Hell tech, but you can imagine it as some kind of nanotech wiring fused with her skin and connected to a Demon Lord’s power. The short of it is, she’s wearing an entire transformation lab under my command. Practical, this."
"Make her stop…" Whined Jennie, barely aware of the discussion. "I can hear her sing, make her stop…"
Catherine was shocked. Jennie looked so weak, so defenseless…And so pretty. Her body itself hadn’t changed, yet, but the tattoo and its aura of sexiness had turned the girl into an object of desire. Part of Catherine wanted to be the first to ravish this proto-succubus, but reason and outrage won out, and she rushed to her friend.
"Jennie ! Oh my God I’m so sorry I should have g-g-g…"
Her apology was interrupted by the front door opening. A red-skinned male demon came inside and immediately closed the door behind him, an action no doubt linked to the fiery red landscape turning icy blue. He then turned around and smiled wide.
"Hey, Chris ! How it do ?"
"It do, mate." Cheerfully replied the fake-blond pimp. "Figured you’d stop by."
"Hey, when my pals tell me you’ve been flying around with not one but two newbies, I come a-running !"
This demon was completely different from Chris and his s****r. They were lean and sharp, while he was more the Hellboy type, with big everything and a magnetic, jaunty presence despite a rough appearance. With a smile, he turned to Catherine and Jennie, who shuddered and tightened her grip on her friend’s arms.
"Hey, ladies ! Name’s Blaze. I hope this british asshole wasn’t too rough on you."
"He…he did something ho-ho-horrible to my friend…" Somberly replied Catherine.
"Horrible ? Rho. I know a lot of succubi, k**do, they say fear doesn’t last long. But I get it ! I get it." He announced, raising his hands in goodwill. "Ask any of Chris’ girls, I won’t do anything if it’s not in good fun. Hell’s a party, k**do, and I’d hate to be the one to ruin it."
Catherine wasn’t entirely convinced, but she remembered how easily she had read Jennie’s dark intentions. For all its faults, Hell was an honest place, and she was ready to respect that. Apparently, the confused girl did too…though it didn’t look unrelated to the return of her tattoo to full opacity.
"Ffffuck…" She moaned. "What is this bitch doing to mmm…"
"I’m afraid it’s feedin’ time, luv." Explained Chrysaor. "Until you learn to produce your own demonic energy, Methalia’s gonna make you jump on every man that’s even remotely your type."
Jennie wasn’t listening. She couldn’t be. The youngest of the Succubi Queens was whispering to her, and even the softest of her murmurs drowned out everything else.
"He’s your type, Shinju. Don’t you want him to take you in his arms ? It’s so cold outside, you want to feel warm and safe…Yes, you crave his touch, you want his hands all over you…"
Part of Jennie wanted to resist the suggestion, but she felt so cold all of a sudden. Lonely and cold. And Blaze seemed like a nice enough guy. She pictured herself, safe and warm in his embrace…and just couldn’t find a reason to hate it. Even though she looked suspiciously Asian in her vision.
"Hi, big guy…" She smiled. "You look like a man who can rock…"
Catherine couldn’t refrain from sighing. This was a familiar sight…Jennie’s favorite pick-up line when meeting a sexy guy and d***k out of her gourd. She did seem a bit more vulnerable than usual, but nothing too alarming. This was no coincidence, of course. Chris was secretly manipulating the tattoo to lull Jennie into a relaxed, open state. Make things easier for everyone involved. Blaze let out a "what can you do" sigh and took her hand.
"Sure, k**do. How about we find a room and get to know each other, heh ?"
"Sounds great!“
The big red demon departed, the newly created succubus wrapped around his muscular arm, a trickle of pussy juice running down the green vines on her thighs. Catherine shivered. Would she even be Jennie next time she sees her ? And as a matter of fact…
"Come luv, it’s your turn."
Would she be Catherine?
"You bind her to Malicathe, b*o," Threatened the horned demoness, "and I cut you."
"That’s outta my hands, our dear Elcira."
"Whatever. Bye, Cat. I’m on the top floor if you need me."
"Th…thanks."
The torturer departed, leaving the poor introverted girl to be turned into yet another Flower of Hell. Resigned to her fate, Catherine followed Chrysaor, wondering if Lord Amduscias even remembered he had condemned two fledgling demons to become everything they’re not.
He didn’t.