"I thought it was a reasonable question" Thozronnath sighed as he and prisaela slowly sorted through the piles of torn clothes and broken armors let behind by the devil's previous victims. Zild having wiggled off into the trees in search of 'food'.

"What exactly are you contributing to our efforts?" Thoz asked again.

"The way I see it, I already have to feed myself and keep myself warm, but now you're here and I have twice as much work. Zild sleeps outside and eats dirt, I don't think you have the same skills. Do you?" He questioned honestly, completely unfamiliar with the concept of a skin shifter and whether or not they could subsist on rocks and rain water.

"No. I don't eat dirt." Prisaela sighed.

"Might I remind you that you've used me as bait at least twice now to catch these humans?" she countered, finding a passable shirt that had the lowest number of blood stains so far. As she tore the collar of the simple garment a bit to allow more slack in the chest, her master continued to press the matter.

"I did. I also let you have their supplies since you complained about eating human."

Prisaela was a monster just as much as Thoz and Zildoxoxi were, at least if you asked the normal mortal population. She thought of her self more civilized than an ooze at least, and found eating sentient creatures to be a bit off putting, thus the sin of lust had taken the dry grains and jerky meats left behind by now deceased travelers.

"And I appreciate your endless mercy master, but I'm only level five so far and I don't have a single combat skill, what would you have me do?" she asked, mostly rhetorically. Prisaela had noticed the way Thoz looked at her from the moment she was summoned, it would have been surprising if she didn't notice given how blatant he had been about it.

That isn't to say she was offended of course, Prisaela was the embodiment of lust according to the system that had summoned her so on some level she understood how innate and reflexive attraction would be. Thoz as her master was also in a position of power above her and commanded an instictual level of respect from her subconcious. She just wasn't attracted to devils, at least she didn't think she was.

The tail wasn't a deal breaker, but there were a few oddities that just didn't sit well with her ideal partner. Most of it was the purple skin, followed closely by the unkempt claws and wiry hair that was more akin to fur. These features cut an intimidating presence in combat, sure, but it wasn't exactly a conducive look for romantic or even physical interest as far as Prisaela was concerned.

"You're making an effort, and that's good, Just think you need to earn your keep is all...." Thoz trailed off.

Fuck.

Shit.

Dammit all.

Prisaela knew things were going in this direction, she was just hoping against all ods that this was not the case.

Her master was clearly attracted to her even if the feeling was not mutual, and he clearly had an idea on how she could 'earn' her keep. Fuck, she could see him stiffening already under the rags she had convinced him to wear as pants.

She wasn't entirely sure why a devil would be attracted to humanoid shapes in a sexual manner, they didn't reproduce sexually 95% of the time, and when they did their kids were often monsters of their own. Prisaela's summoning as a skin shifter had actually given her a fair bit of common knowledge of the world, just in passing, but she felt fairly confident that if a devil had any reason to do the deed, then it was mostly for the sake of torment. Making themselves happy while simultaneously making others suffer was the core concept of devilish existance.

A direct result of that was having the ability to rape victims if they needed to. Give a devil a functioning cock and they will use it in the worst ways imaginable. There were of course, female devils as well, but that was besides the point.

Devils were designed to be able to break a mortal spirit through sexual domination, and had gained the ability for sexual pleasure as a biproduct of that. Thoz knew he couldn't break Prisaela's bones and rape her into the ground as she screamed for mercy, well he could but not without making his own forces weaker.

No, Thozronnath just wanted to get his rocks off because he had discovered it felt nice. Pure and simple gratification. Prisaela's feelings were a non-factor.

"Fine. I know what you want and if it makes you keeping me around worth it in your mind that is a small price to pay." Prisaela sighed.

Being cast out by Thoz was a literal death sentence. If he disowned her then her summon would be undone and her soul scattered. Keeping Thozronnath happy and safe was the only way any of his minions would continue to exist. They were at his mercy in every way.

"Just don't get too used to it. I'm here to aid your endeavors for power and survival, I'm not a prosti-" Prisaela was cut off by Thozronnath brutally smacking her across the face with the back of his hand.

"You are. Whatever I say you are." Thoz growled.

"You do not get complaints. You do not get questions." he stated, these were not his ideas of the relationship either, he saw them as fact.

"You do whatever I say, whenever I say, just like the slime-thing does. Are we clear? Whore?" he continued, degrading and belittling the only inteligent ally he had ever had. It was nice not being on the bottom anymore.

"Yes." Prisaela whimpered, her eyes cast to the ground and her voice shaking with fear. Thoz had clearly demonstrated how little he cared for backtalk, and coupling that with his ability to kill her with a thought had put Prisaela in a fearful mood very quickly.

"Our relationship does not have to be a negative one." Thoz began shortly after, his voice devoid of the anger from mere moments before.

"I know what your job is, I know what your abilities are, but it is my space to decide how to use them. If you advise me well and assist in my plans we will excell together, but I have no need for an underling that does not take orders." He explained, walking over to Prisaela as he ripped away the rags draped across his lower body.

Suprisingly, there was no agression in him as he knelt next to her in their small excavated den. His hand gently cupped her face, and he positioned the tips of his fingers to avoid scratching her with his claws.

"You do not have to love me, we are not partners, that is unnecessary. I will not give you reason to hate me though, I have been on the receiving side of that, it does not inspire loyalty" Thoz offered, taking a seat next to the now completely confused skin shifter.

"I want you to do something for me, you obviously do not want to. I could order you to do it, but then you will resent me. This is not ideal" He sighed.

"Many devils do mutual trading when they want something another is loathe to part with. What do you want?" he asked, looking to his minion through eyes that burned with literal hellfire and for the first time in millennia considering the thoughts of another being.

"I..." Prisaela started, her voice catching in her throat.

"I don't know" she admitted.

Thoz thought for a moment as the two of them sat in silence, absorbing the warmth of a dying campfire's lingering coals.

"Do you care for me?" He asked after a moment.

"Not as a man, as your master." came the clarification.

"Our lives are in each other's hands, we stand a greater chance together than I do without you" Thoz sighed. "I had thought of you and the ooze as expendable, but perhaps you are useful partners."

"Care is not the right term." Prisaela offered in response.

"As my master you control the fate of my soul, I have immense respect for you for reasons I can't quite place, and I revere your existence as a power I do not understand." She continued to explain, mirroring the sentiment Thozronnath had previously held for the Lord of Hell.

"If you die, I die, I would not have a chance to weep for you. It has only been a few days of us working together otherwise, and I feel like if I were to come to care for you it would have to be much, much slower than this."

Thozronnath did not interrupt but began slowly nodding his head.

"If you will care for me, I will care for you. That is a trade is it not?" Prisaela suggested, leaning into what little she knew of devils. "I will help you as much as you provide for me, and I will take every effort to please you. I just ask for the same kindness in return"

"This is fair" Thoz mumbled.

"But, my lord, I have an understanding of what you want me to do, and I have an understanding of myself" Prisaela continued, standing up beside her master and slowly, carefully, removing the already damaged clothes he had given her to keep warm. They were little more than scraps draped over her soft curves, but they kept some of the cold away.

"My only apprehension is out of fear. Your form is...Intimidating" she explained softly, swaying gently in the glow of the fire as she stood before Thoz.

He had yet to try his new skill, but hearing it explained that Prisaela found his true form off putting gave him a clear enough idea as to what to do. At the same time Prisaela was tracing his gaze and activated her own skill. Two shapeshifters meeting in the middle to please one another.

Thoz took the appearance of a non descript human man, his wiry green hair became much shorter as it took on a finer texture, the color darkening to a chestnut brown. His tail shrunk into his body as the purple hide that armored and covered him at the same time was replaced by a deep bronze skin. The claws on Thoz's hands and feet were last, but by the time they faded his devilish presence was all but gone, he resembled a human in almost every way, a sun darkened skin suggesting he was from the southern regions.

This was, except for his devilhood.

Prisaela kept her eyes on the appendage in question as she and her master both changes slightly, though her own metamorphosis was much more subtle. Skin grew a touch more pale, curves were accentuated, the soft regions of her chest and thighs just a touch more plump. It was more akin to exaggerating her appearance than it was to actually changing it. All the while her master's nether regions refused to change.

Whether he was unwilling to change them, or unable, was not clear to the living embodiment of lust, and she was not sure she minded much. The now erect devil came to a nearly dangerous point, and was covered in equidistant bumps. The entire thing looked purpose built to be intimidating and feel amazing at the same time. It seemed completely out of place now that it was no longer purple.

As she draped one leg over Thoz's lap, the thirty centimeters of dominant presence brushed against her while it bobbed with reflexive excitement. Thoz could not read the mood much as Prisaela lowered herself into his lap, her backside cruely teasing him as she pressed their bare chests against one another.

"Will you let me take the lead? I think it will be much more enjoyable for both of us that way..." Prisaela asked shyly, prompting only a nod from Thoz in response.

leaning forward, she felt the heat of his breath as their lips traveled closer, it was hot against her skin more so than she expected, even from a devil.

When they kissed she felt her master's hands wrap around her, pulling her closer, relishing her. One hand began to grope and massage her legs and rear, over eager as one might expect from his first time. The other though, was pressed against her back and kept her close to him at all times, never allowing her to pull too far away, or to feel undesired for a moment.

Thoz fell backwards against the ground, letting his body cushion Prisaela as she laid atop him. He continued to explore her body with the fascination of a newly discovered wonder. All the while his new partner rested her head against his shoulder, her hips gently rocking back and forth.

Thozronnath was not originally attractive, and his new form was forgettable enough if he wore clothes, but it was enough to get Prisaela to the starting line. Once there, his attentive presence, and her own skillful comand of her movements kept a slowly increasing stimulation as an ever present factor.

By the time she sat up on him, giving his hands a chance to grasp at the breasts he clearly obsessed over, Prisaela was just as aroused as her partner had been from the start. No amount of arousal would compensate for the difference in size between their bodies though, so she was exceedingly careful as she raised herself up and lowered back down onto the shaft of her master's cock.

It was slow, and at times uncomfortable, but when she reached the base and settled back into a maintainable position, Thoz had closed his eyes and begun ocassionally shuddering from the previously unknown pleasure of a woman's embrace. The two of them took a steady pace from there, gentle movements a bit at a time as they learned their bodies and each other. Thoz was trying to hold on to the tension in his gut and make this last as long as possible, Prisaela aiming to adapt enough to get her own pleasure.

Neither of them knew how long it took, but within the hour the gentle sounds of flesh smacking against flesh was echoing in their dimly lit hideout. Having fully adapted, they could now enjoy one another with reckless abandon, moans and cries cutting out when they could no longer hold back. At times Thoz would reach for Prisaela's body and smack her gently with his hands just to watch her body bounce in response, Prisaela would grip onto Thoz with enough force to register minor damage messages through the system.

Neither of them seemed willing to concede to the other, even as the scent of their sweat and lust filled the space around them. They were each fiercely competitive, and Thoz in particular was incredibly prideful. Thus, they kept trying to up the ante and force the other to give in first. Thoz had tried every manipulation he could think of, his assaults on Prisaela's most sensitive points had done nothing but drive her own determination deeper. Likewise, the skin shifter was running out of ideas of her own, she forced her breasts to produce milk, she adjusted her proportions both bigger and smaller, ran through the gamut of hair, eye, and skin colors. Nothing was working.

Thoz had even begun using his telepathy skill to whisper his thoughts and praises directly into her mind. Sneaky fucker.

Then it occured to Prisaela. The one thing as the sin of lust that she knew drove all men at some level. She adjusted their position skillfuly so she was once again on top of Thoz, and leaned directly next to his ears as she whispered.

"I want you to cum in me."

The disguised face of her master grimmaced as she picked up speed, repeatedly crying out and begging for him to 'reward' her.

Her gamble paid off, and within the minute Thozronnath was unloading pulse after pulse of unholy seed into his new favorite minion. It was so warm it felt like it was filling Prisaela with steam.

Lust accepted!

Level up!

Level up!

.......

Level up!

You are now a level 13 Skin Shifter!

Sin Encouraged!

Level up!

Level up!

........

Level up!

You are now a level 9 Legionary Devil!

The influx of messages were promptly ignored as Prisaela's own body convulsed with pleasure, Thoz was a poor loser and focused all his efforts on making Prisaela squeel the moment he had came. Her high pitched whines and yelps slowly grew quieter as her own orgasm subsided, allowing the two completely selfish monsters to catch their breath.

Prisaela took note of the additional levels, and explained them to Thoz. Apparently if the minions he summoned took part in their associated sins, they leveled up like crazy. The associated xp even seemed split with Thozronnath as their master since he had gotten six levels of his own in addition to Prisaela's eight.

Thoz was resting his head in Prisaela's lap, gently suckling the sweet milk he now knew she could produce, the two of them telepathically debating going for another round.

Prisaela even offered to let Thoz undo his shape shift if he promised not to scratch her too badly with his claws.

They were just about to get started as Zildoxoxi wobbled back into camp in two seperate piles, prompting both intelligent monsters to share a knowing look and a muttered "Fuck." of disdain.

Their new found fascination with each other's genitals would have to wait, apparently the gluttonous ooze had figured out how to activate his new skill but couldn't figure out how to turn it off. Almost expected from a creature of negative five intelligence.

Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise though, Prisaela had no idea what would happen if a shapeshifter got pregnant from a devil. Assuming something so rediculous was even possible.