The Incubus System Chapter 752. Transformation II (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 752. Transformation II

Miranda complied with my request, closing her eyes and surrendering herself to the unknown. A flicker of uncertainty danced across her features, but her willingness to trust me propelled me forward, igniting a spark of determination within me.

'Demon's Contract.'

My eyes glinted with an eerie crimson hue, a reflection of the ancient darkness that coursed through my being. As the dark aura emanated from my outstretched hand, it extended outward, snaking its way across the ground in a serpentine dance of shadows.

[Demon's Contract initiated.]

The dark aura beneath our feet spread up and swirled around her body, her eyes locked onto mine.

[Demon's Contract is in progress...]

[Installing Demon's Contract 67.8%]

[Installing Demon's Contract 98.9%]

[Kiss your servant to seal the contract]

I brought my lips to her and kissed her slowly. Slowly, I could feel my Demonic Power pouring into her, filling every cavity of her body.

[Demon's Contract has been successfully done.]

[Congratulations! You just got a servant!]

I released the gentle touch of my lips and pulled my face away from Miranda's, the intensity of the moment lingering in the air like an electric charge. The gravity of our connection still reverberated within me, but instead of the anticipated response, I was met with a different reaction from her.

Her body convulsed. Each tremor seemed to reverberate with a power all its own, a defiant refusal to succumb to the demonic energy that sought to infiltrate her being.

Her eyes widened in a mixture of fear and agony, mirroring the fierce battle that waged within her. It was as if her very essence rebelled against the intrusion, vehemently rejecting the dominion of my demonic power. The pain etched upon her delicate features was a stark testament to her struggle, the raw anguish palpable in every line and crease.

A scream threatened to escape, a piercing cry that would echo through the walls and alert anyone within earshot to her torment. Swiftly, my instincts kicked in, and I used my Silence skill, swiftly placing an invisible barrier over her mouth.

“Mph!” The sound was stifled, smothered in its infancy, reduced to nothing more than a muffled echo trapped within the confines of her own being.

Sweat glistened on Miranda's forehead, a testament to the physical and emotional strain she endured. Her body writhed and convulsed, an unsettling dance of resistance against the unyielding grip of my Dark Bound skill. I hadn't yet released its hold.

Without a second thought, I abandoned any hesitation and instinctively wrapped my arms tightly around Miranda's trembling body, desperate to provide even the smallest semblance of comfort amidst the storm of agony that raged within her. I held her close, my touch offering a source of solace and reassurance, a silent reminder that she wasn't alone in her struggle.

"It's okay," I murmured softly, my voice was gentle. I held her tightly, my arms encircling her quivering form, as if my embrace could somehow quell the storm raging within her.

I felt her body instinctively tense as if fighting against the inevitable. But I urged her not to resist, to surrender to the torrent of power surging through her veins. It was a battle against her own nature, a clash between the human essence she once possessed and the burgeoning darkness that now threatened to consume her.

A transformation began to take place. A metamorphosis that would forever alter her existence. The signs of her demonic lineage emerged one by one, casting an ethereal shadow over her physical form. A slender tail sprouted from the base of her spine, its sinewy curves curling and swaying in an otherworldly rhythm. Black horns, elegant and menacing, adorned her head, a stark contrast to her previously unassuming appearance. Her eyes, once vibrant and filled with life, now gleamed with a bloodshot intensity, a reflection of the insatiable hunger that dwelled within her.

I knew that this was the turning point, the threshold where her humanity would collide head-on with her newfound demonic nature. The full transformation into a succubus was imminent.

[Congratulations! You just managed to turn a human into a succubus!]

The final moments of Miranda's transformation approached, and a surge of relief washed over me, prompting me to release my hold on the Dark Bound and Silence skills that had restrained her.

"Miranda, now—" I began, my voice filled with a mixture of urgency and anticipation. But before I could finish my sentence, a cacophony of broken screams erupted from her mouth, shattering the air with their raw intensity.

“Ahhh… Ahhh! Haa!!!” The sound of her anguish pierced through the room, reverberating and echoing within the depths of my soul. It was a symphony of pain, a gut-wrenching melody that tore at the fabric of our reality.

Miranda's hands instinctively clutched her head, as if trying to contain the storm of emotions raging within her. Her eyes trembled with a mixture of fear and confusion, their pupils darting from side to side in a desperate attempt to make sense of the chaotic transformation unfolding within her. Tears streamed down her cheeks in an unrelenting cascade, tracing the path of her anguish. Her lips trembled, a reflection of the inner turmoil that threatened to consume her.

'Ah, of course… the memory,' I thought. I thought it was already back together with the pain when she was transformed, but I was wrong. Well, this was my first time turning a human into a demon after all. Even though I had looked up everything from my system, there were one or two things I was missing.

I tightened my embrace around Miranda, drawing her fragile form closer to mine as if my touch alone could shield her from the haunting memories that threatened to consume her. My voice, laced with determination and tenderness, pierced through the chaos that echoed within her mind.

"Miranda, listen to me," I urged, my words punctuated by the warmth of my breath against her ear. "Those demons, the ones who caused you pain, are nothing more than shadows of the past. I've vanquished them. They are dead."

Miranda's emotional floodgates burst open, allowing a torrent of pent-up emotions to pour forth. Her cries, raw and broken, escaped her lips, resonating through the air like a heart-wrenching symphony. Each sob carried with it the weight of years of pain and anguish, a testament to the depths of her suffering.

The tension reverberated through her body, every muscle taut and quivering under the overwhelming weight of her emotions. It was as if the sheer intensity of her feelings threatened to consume her from within, a tempestuous storm that raged unabated.

I held her tightly, my arms serving as both anchor and solace, offering a semblance of stability amidst the tumult. I whispered soothing words, attempting to provide comfort in the face of her anguish. Yet, as I stroked her trembling form, a flicker of concern danced within me. I had anticipated that this outpouring of emotion would eventually subside, leading to a state of calm.

"Miranda!" I called out urgently, my voice tinged with concern and laced with a hint of desperation.