Lukoa is getting cocky (Patreon)

Lukoa had long felt incomplete, an inexplicable void deep within her. As a demoness of sorrow, she was a mistress of the darkest, heaviest emotions, capable of plunging anyone into the depths of anguish and despair. Yet amidst her own torment, she dreamed of a different kind of power, a weapon that would embody her very existence in an unexpected way.

This longing led her to stand before the Master of Akasen, the Greater Demon of Lust, prepared to forge the pact of her dreams. The Master offered her a gift of a singular nature—an embodiment of corporeal exaltation that would fulfill her deepest desires while immersing her in unprecedented sensations.

Upon accepting the pact, she first felt an intense quivering at the base of her abdomen, like a searing flame snaking beneath her skin, an increasingly palpable heat. Her muscles tensed, every fiber of her being bracing to receive this new power. She arched her back, claws digging into the ground, her wings trembling under the strain of the transformation.

Gradually, she became aware of an unusual extension forming beneath her, an unexpected weight pulling downward, heavy and imposing. Her sex was taking shape, stretching, swelling with newfound vigor, each pulsation adding size, mass. She felt every added centimeter, the skin growing taut and sensitive, crisscrossed by veins throbbing to the rhythm of her rising excitement.

The penis emerging from her reached proportions beyond the imaginable, a perfect embodiment of the power the Master had promised her. Lukoa sighed, a mix of pain and satisfaction washing over her as she gazed at what she had become, a proud, provocative smile playing on her lips. She knew this gift would be a formidable weapon but, above all, a source of infinite power and pleasure under her sole control.

As she contemplated this new part of herself, Lukoa let her hands glide along her bluish skin, savoring every pulsation coursing through this massive growth. She marveled at the weight, the heat, the strength emanating from the colossal penis. Each prominent vein seemed to vibrate under her fingers, like an insatiable source of energy pulsing with a life of its own. She could feel the immense power now residing within her, a pure, dominating desire that transcended anything she had known before.

The sensation was intoxicating, nearly overwhelming. She leaned forward, a gleam of satisfaction shining in her eyes, exploring every contour of this new flesh. The Master had given her far more than she had imagined. It was as if all her sadness, all her melancholy had crystallized into this living monument, a testament to her newfound power. She gripped her member, feeling each pulse beneath her grasp, the warm, taut flesh responsive to every touch, every pressure.

Gradually, she felt a growing desire within her, a need to unleash the energy boiling deep inside. Every moment spent with this new appendage amplified her craving, this raw, animalistic urge to surrender entirely to her new nature. She felt transcendent, transformed into something far greater than a mere demoness of sorrow. Now, she embodied both melancholy and lust, a fusion of powers that made her unstoppable, unshakable.

The Master of Akasen had kept his promise, transforming her into a formidable and irresistible demoness. She was ready to unleash this potential, to explore every facet of this exalted form, relishing the infinite possibilities before her. And as she prepared to fully embrace this new power, she knew she had crossed an irreversible threshold. Lukoa, once the incarnation of sorrow, was now far more: an embodiment of lust.

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