Demonic Devourer's Development

Before my eyes, Aivena took off her undershirt and threw it to the ground. Then, she went to all fours, bending her back like a cat in heat, and scenting of arousal with the same intensity. It was a drastic difference from her usual prim and collected self.

She even wiggled her butt in the air, as if waving a tail she didn't have. From my position behind her, I had a prime view of her glistening with wetness cunt. What a sight. I wondered if I could actually forget about the soul in that body and treat her like I'd do if that was any other woman in her place… but no.

I was more interested in freedom than in sex right now, so the fact that I could only imitate any attraction to Aivena was only for the best. Fewer distractions that way.

She looked at me over her shoulder with half-parted lips. "Now mount me like a bitch, Devourer," she ordered in a rough voice.

I didn't hesitate to follow that command, too. My body pressed on top of hers, the end of my cock rubbing over Aivena's pussy, but not penetrating. My snout touched her shoulder. Aivena thrust her hips towards me and looked over her shoulder at me again. Her mouth opened, and I was sure she was about to order me to hurry in making her erotic fantasies come true.

But before a sound could leave her lips, I spat a good glob of web at them.

This was my best chance. Without knowing it, Aivena gave me the prime opportunity. Her hands were on the ground; her eyes couldn't see the all of me; and in the position she wanted me to get, her throat would be in an easy reach of both my teeth and my front limbs.

While she processed it with wide from the shock eyes, I took the initiative. My body morphed again, growing parts I needed (hands with thumbs, wings, more arms) and removing parts I didn't (dick).

One of my arms grabbed Aivena by the throat, while two others locked her wrists. My claws dug into her skin, letting out red drops of blood, the scent of which brought forth a ferocious joy. I won! Finally, after all this time, it would be the time to take my revenge on that particular person who did me harm. Oh, the sweetness of it…

"How the tables turned, aren't they?" I said into her face, pale with fear now. A bark of laugher escaped me. "Oh, so much I want to do with you, Aivena… Mount you like a bitch? Well, a bitch you certainly are."

'Master, don't get distracted! We still need to make her drop the barrier!'

Pest's voice was like a bucket of cold water over my head. Right. My victory wasn't completely assured yet. If Aivena died, or even worse, recaptured me, before I forced her to let me out of the valley, I was done for.

She moaned something through the web in her mouth. Sounded quite fearful. I had to exploit that fear. While Aivena was afraid and in pain, she wouldn't think to act against me. As long as she was afraid enough, that is. Fear was a complicated thing, but from what I gathered, not that different from fear. Little of it brought adrenaline and a strength to fight. Much of it paralysed and made you do anything to avoid it. And then, broke you.

I'd love to break Aivena. Oh… I wondered if she'd snitch on me to her masters if her mind forgets everything besides pain.

But first things first. "Aivena, I want you to destroy the barrier around the valley. You can be rational—isn't that what you called me?—and do it now, or you can be a bitch and then I will start eating pieces of you until you BECOME rational. Remember how I told you I will eat your arms and legs while keeping the rest of you alive? Well… How about I start with a finger?"

I lifted one of her hands to her mouth and opened it, as if to bite. Aivena turned another shade paler and moaned something again. I paused.

"Right… How can I tell the barrier is there or not from here." I grabbed Aivena under my fourth arm and flapped my wings. In a minute, we were at the edge of the barrier.

'Is it still here, Pest?' I asked my inner magic detector.

'Yep. Bite that finger off her!' he urged me with glee.

'I know that without you.'

I tried to step into the barrier, and of course, was pushed away. My eyes went to Aivena, who had closed her eyes and appeared too concentrated for my liking, so I let go of one of her wrists and back-handed her, hard enough to turn her head to the side.

Her eyes went wide open again. Much better—I wouldn't have to worry that she was casting something soundlessly.

"The barrier is still here, so you've been very irrational." I grinned at Aivena. With my webs and plenty of arms and physical strength to keep her immobilised in the process, I bound her legs together and put a tourniquet on her left arm. All the while, slapping Aivena from time to time. Just in case, and because I liked it.

"Now you won't bleed out while I eat," I said with satisfaction, and lifted her fingers to my lips. The raw terror in Aivena's eyes was the best spice in the world.

Gone was her smugness and her smirks and her lip-licking. Now she wasn't even a prey—she was dinner. I could tell from her eyes that she understood it too, and as my jaws closed over her pointed finger, that realisation fully sank in.

And with it, went away the last calculating spark from Aivena's gaze. She went to "too pained" way too easily… I only bit off a single finger. And my bites were very clean, too!

'Master, the barrier is gone!'