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Wren had a problem with self-esteem. Honestly, they always had struggled with self image; it wasn’t that he was unattractive, he had messy black-brown hair that he kept in a mullet and deep green eyes that seemed to hold an eternal loneliness. He had not been on T very long admittedly— he had only started HRT after his friend Eve had dragged him to an informed consent clinic and sat through his first appointment with him. Later that week she had helped him do his first injection. When he thought back on it, that’s when he had started to crush on Eve. Despite his feelings for her, he honestly didn’t know much about Eve. He knew some of her hobbies and what kinds of media she liked, but generally, she kept her cards close to her chest and seemed hesitant to spend time around others for extended periods. He didn’t know what she did for work nor did he know anything about her family, but she lived in a high-end apartment downtown and would almost always offer to pay when they would go out with their friends. Eve stood about 4’11 and had unblemished pale skin like porcelain with black hair down to the small of her back— oddly expressionless green eyes set in a small oval face, soft-plush pink lips in a near constant pout. Honestly, she was gorgeous in an uncanny way. But the walls she put up made it hard to get closer to her, so when Wren met Lillian— an older trans women that had long curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. They met at the beach, it had been Eves idea to go one hot summer day. He had worn swim trunks and a swim binder when Lillian and come up to their group and started talking to him, they hit it off very well, with her complimenting him and asking how long he’d been on T, before sharing that she’s trans and had been on E for the last 6 years. He split off from his group to talk to Lillian more- if he hadn’t then they would’ve noticed how Eve grit her teeth and genuinely sneered at Lillian’s back. The rest of the group laughing and joking about how he might have a new girlfriend, prompting Eve to excuse herself from the group saying something about needing to cool off.Over the course of the next few months, Lillian was incorporated into his friend group; it was great to have another trans person around when they would go out all together. Beyond that he and Lillian spent countless hours together talking about their experiences and their transitions. After they had met, the others in the group had started placing bets on when they’d get together, on who would confess first. Lately, Wren had been seeking Lillian’s advice on confessing to Eve— though Lillian rightfully tries to point out that he should really just go talk to Eve about it, especially because spending so much time together with Lillian could give Eve the wrong impression.Eve was seething, she was great at hiding it— of course. But she was seething. Ever since Wren had started talking to Lillian he had been hanging out with Eve less and less, she didn’t have anything against her, and she wasn’t fucking jealous. Even if she grits her teeth and sneers whenever Lillian leans too close to Wren and even if she teared up each time she thought he was picking Lillian over her. With an aggravated sigh, she stood to leave the cafe she was sitting in. Originally her plans for the day involved going over to Wrens to watch a movie and play a board game, something that they tried to do just about every weekend when life would allow. Unfortunately, Wren canceled on her; and Eve couldn’t help but think that he was with Lillian again— and she hated that thought. Wren sighed pulling his comforter around his shoulders more tightly. He had canceled on Eve so he could rot in bed, a decision he had immediately regretted— and a decision that Lillian pointed out was him punishing himself because he felt guilty for crushing on his best friend. “Dude… I’m telling you, you need to just talk to her about it.” A soft female voice came back across the speaker, “like… I’m almost certain she thinks I’m stealing you from her, I dunno she seems like the kind of girl that would rather bottle up an unpleasant emotion than risk potential conflict.”“No way, Eve isn’t the jealous type and we aren’t even together… though I can’t deny that she doesn’t really talk about her feelings…”“Uh-huh… are you sure she’s not the jealous type? Or is she just good at pretending she isn’t?” Wren paused at that, Eve was usually a loud and overly energetic person- but lately she had been quiet, tense, and unresponsive. In retrospect it was pretty obvious that Lillian was, somehow, the reason for the change. “I guess I don’t know…” “Look Wren, I’m gonna hang up so I can go on my date with my girlfriend. I will call you later, but think about what we talked about okay?”“Okay… thanks Lillian.” With a click the call ends, and Wren is left alone in the dark of his room. Going to doom scroll on his phone he pauses when he gets a text from an unknown number, “Do you wish your body could be different? Does your body feel like a prison? Summon a demon! Terms and conditions may apply.” Attached was a link to a random url- a long series of illegible symbols.Wren paused, staring at this odd text, he wanted to write it off as a prank- but something about it made him hesitate. Clicking on the link, he winces as a website that looks like it was made by a 12-year-old who just learned HTML pops up with three blog posts. The first two were fairly normal blog posts- the first talked about how the author had recently realized they were trans and talked about the clarity and depression that followed it. The second post talked about starting hormones, and about how painfully slow their progress was so far— in truth it was painfully relatable to him. Towards the latter half of the second post they say something odd, “I found a ritual— not that I believe in magic or demons. But allegedly this ritual lets you summon a demon to bargain with, the book I found it in mentions a priestess who became a man after making a deal with a devil. I mean, I dunno if souls or magic are real, but a magic transition sounds pretty fucking nice.” The third post was the shortest; it only contained four pictures of an old, musty book- the pages detailing an occult ritual and the required ingredients. Captioned with the words, “try it.”Eve pushed the door to their apartment open, hissing in unrestrained anger, “Gods, I can’t believe he canceled on me… fucking bullshit- we’ve barely hung out since Lillian showed up!” With a frustrated grumble Eve starts to strip; a sound like breaking glass as her her body begins changing form gradually-As her glamor came undone her hair shortened and lightened to a grey-white while her skin smoothed and her joints were revealed to be that of a dolls. Taking a deep breath as she glances over a large chunk of porcelain-flesh missing from her side through which black ichor slowly seeps as a mass of tentacles and eyes writhes and twists within her; looking back to her face as it re-breaks from the edges of her mouth towards her ears, rows of sharp teeth visible through torn “flesh” as thin streams of ichor run down her face and chest. Staring at her naked body in the mirror, she smiles bitterly; around the same height as her human form, her curves become more pronounced and her tits are slightly bigger— in truth she thought her human form to be more attractive. Sighing at the shattered pieces of her body, the eyes peering out at her from within her own stomach blink and she cringes, tracing the cracks along her face slowly she winces, “gods… how unsightly.” Conjuring short shorts and a bra onto her body- truly the bare minimum that qualifies as “clothing” just in case someone comes over she stretches, flicking through movies on her TV; a soft despondent sigh as she thinks about Wren. “Ugh… I’m whipped…”Wren wiped the chalk off of his hands as he looked over the intricate summoning circle he had copied down from the pictures on that blog- making sure every single detail matched perfectly before he started adding the other components. “Fucking hell… what am I even doing?” Wren wasn’t religious or spiritual, he wasn’t even a skeptic; he was sure that ghosts and demons were the stuff of fiction. Yet here he was, trying to summon a demon to ask it to give him the body of his dreams. Pulling up the chant to complete the ritual on his phone, he takes a deep breath and begins reading.Eve’s head snaps towards the window, looking out over the city as a wave of magic washes over it— a summons. “Well, I guess tonight won’t be boring after all!” Snapping her fingers she follows the trail of magic, letting it whisk her away and deposit her into the center of a ritual circle. “Holy shit!” Wren fell backward onto his ass, wincing as he tried to process the person- no, no definitely not a person. That’s a demon. His breath catches in his throat and his heart is beating out of his chest. This should be impossible, this demon shouldn’t exist.Eve gaped at the human panicking on the floor; the chunks missing out of her face caused her look of surprise to look like a toothy-predatory smile. Why was she here? Why did Wren try to- no- wait- why did Wren summon a demon? Where’d he even learn how to do that? Ichor dripping onto the floor beneath Eve, she stares in stunned silence unsure of where to even start— she’d never been summoned by someone she knows before. Taking a shaky fear filled breath, Wren moves to sit on his knees, “Well- uh, sorry…” trailing off and trying to focus on something other than the demon's very sharp teeth— unfortunately eyes ended up glued to the writhing mass of tentacles in her side, “Well miss… demon? I… I want to bargain for- for you to change my body to what I want.” Breathing a sigh of relief at having forced the words out, he pauses, flushing as he processes that this demon is really pretty once you get past the teeth and… tentacle guts?“Wait, that's it?” Eve frowned, crossing her arms— she had thought about using her magic to help Wren along in his transition, but her magic is rarely subtle so she’s never had the opportunity. But this was her first summon in years and she’d really rather have more fun with it than that. “There’s nothing else?”Wren pauses, thinking for a moment- “Oh uh, well I guess there’s this girl I’d really like to confess to…” Eve cringes internally, suddenly regretting that she asked, “But I wanna do that myself… I’m just really scared and I guess I don’t know how to do it.”“So… what? You want to be braver?” Eve was screaming internally, certain that he was talking about Lillian.“No! No, more like uh, I want an opportunity to confess? Or to find out how she feels about me?” Wren looked at the demon, realizing she never told him her name- ‘wait wasn’t that part important? Something about having power over the demon if you know their name…’ “Hmm. Fine. That’s easy, kind of boring honestly but whatever…” Eve smiles, eyes glinting maliciously as she crafts three spells; the first to change his body into what he most desires it to be, the second driven by his emotions to drive him towards the one he loves, and the third to increase his libido severalfold but makes it impossible for him to climax— a cruel joke in revenge for Wren abandoning her in favor of Lillian.“Done, you’ll see the changes shortly. I’ll be going then~” the demon laughs, certain that their spells have taken hold she bows before disappearing in a flash of prismatic light. Wren blinks the stars from his eyes, staring at the spot where the mysterious doll-demon was standing just seconds ago. “What…?” With a flash of searing pain, he cries out, clutching his stomach and curling around himself. “Fuck what have I done?” Another flash of pain and Wren falls into unconsciousness. Eve sighs as she reappears in her apartment, throwing herself into her bed. “…fuck, what’s my problem?” Closing her eyes as she hugs her pillow, some part of her brain complains about the ichor stains she’s gonna leave on her sheets as she drifts off into a fitful sleep.When Wren awoke, his body ached and screamed. With slow clumsy movements, he pushes himself off the ground, groaning in disgust as he processes just how coated in filth he is- “gross…” his voice comes out in a smooth baritone causing him to freeze, “Wait…”Stumbling to the bathroom he laughs as he takes in the changes that have happened to him overnight- he isn’t a lot different all things considered, but he can tell his jaw is slightly sharper and his shoulders are broader. Pulling off his shirt he’s confused but pleased to find his top surgery scars were still there, slightly neater but no different. Curiously, he peaks into his boxers and breaks out into a foolish ear-to-ear grin as he confirms that yes, he does, in fact, have a cock now. “Oh my god, I can’t wait to tell Eve.”At the thought of his best friend, he finds himself picturing Eve when they were at the beach- long black hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing nothing but a bikini that barely covered anything at all. Bright green eyes and kissable pouting lips- with a soft whine he slips his hand into his boxers, stroking his slowly hardening cock. Leaning against the bathroom wall, imagine running wild with that image of Eve; imagining her on her knees in front of him, thinking about her tits around his cock and adorable pouting lips kissing his tip. Stunned out of his stupor by his phone going off, running over to it hoping it was Eve. He can’t stop himself from being disappointed when Lillian’s name pops up on the screen and he debates ignoring her, ultimately he chooses to text her rather than answer her call, claiming that he feels sick and just wants to sleep all day.Eve wakes up to a phone call- not from Wren but from Lillian, with an exasperated huff she answers the call, “Mornin… whas up?” “Have you spoken to Wren? Like today or last night?”“Uhh,” technically she had, just not as the person they thought she was, “no, he’s been hard to get a hold of lately…” she tried to keep the bitterness out of her voice, and failed.“Okay well, apparently he’s sick today, but he was really down last night— So! I was wondering if you could check on him?”“Oh. Sure, I’ll head over now, bring him some soup or something. Bye.” Hanging up without waiting for Lillian’s response, the doll-demon hopped to her feet and walked over to the mirror; taking a minute to reapply her glamor, “hmm… What shade of green were my eyes yesterday? Eh, I think that’s close enough.”She checks herself in the mirror after getting dressed in a short skirt, cropped hoodie, and thigh-high socks; nodding and giving herself a small smile before leaving her apartment. Wren didn’t live all that far, texting him as she walked into the lobby of his apartment building.Wren stood in the shower, the water as cold as possible as he whimpers- he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Eve, his cock throbbing with need. But no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t cum. Startled by a knocking on his apartment door he groans, shutting off the water and wrapping a towel around his waist. Stepping out into his apartment and grumbling in frustration he throws open his apartment door, “What is- OH!” Flushing a bright red Wren stammers, “Hey- uh- hey Eve! What are- what are you doing here?”“Lillian said you blew her off and asked me to come to check on you, said you were probably claiming to be sick so you could rot in bed,” smirking and cocking an eyebrow as she notes his fairly obvious erection, humming softly in amusement. If Wren's head was on right he might’ve noticed just how weird that reaction was- but unfortunately, all he could think about was how he wanted to cover her neck in bruises and dig his fingers into her thighs, watching as she moaned and writhed under him.“Wren? Are you there?” Eve frowned, was he really that obsessed with Lillian already? For a second she thought he had been looking at her like he wanted to devour her- She knew that couldn’t possibly be the case, but nonetheless, the thought sent heat pooling in her core.“Uh- yeah sorry, I’m gonna go get dressed, you wanna hang out in the living room?” Quickly turning away from her, face burning with shame and desire as he makes his way into their room; quickly getting dressed in simple jeans and a t-shirt. Taking a few minutes just to compose himself, they took a deep breath before stepping out into the living room; they should’ve taken longer. Their heart leaped into his throat and his cock was throbbing, Eve was on the couch laying on her stomach and facing away from him as she scrolled through her Instagram absentmindedly, but she had forgotten two things. First, she was wearing a skirt, one that barely covered her ass when she was standing. Second, she had opted to go without underwear today, meaning Wren had a clear view of everything. Biting his lip as he stares at her exposed ass for a second too long, his head spinning as he yearns to touch her. “Ev-Eve… your ass is hanging out.” He tried to keep his voice steady as he threw a blanket over her legs, resisting the urge to shove his head between her legs and eat her out. “Oh. Oh!” Blushing and sitting up, keeping her legs covered with the blanket, “So-sorry!” “‘s fine…” Wren sat on the couch, as far from Eve as possible. Tense and not looking at her at all, breath coming slow and heavy. Eve didn’t often get genuinely embarrassed- but something about how awkward Wren was being with her made her heart hurt, and technically speaking she didn’t even have a heart. Gritting her teeth and standing, she walks over to Wren and gives him a small hug.“I’m gonna go ahead and go home, sorry to bother you.” Pulling away and turning to leave, she’s stopped when Wren grabs her wrist, squeezing it gently.“Wait! Uhm. You didn’t… bother me. I really like… when you’re around me and uh- I uhm. You’re really important to me and I don’t wanna lose you or risk damaging our friendship… I love you.” Trying to ignore the burning embarrassment as he forces himself to confess, unable to look Eve in the eye.Eve felt like her heart was breaking, this is what humans call getting friend-zoned, right? “Oh. Oh I think I need to go home now.” Pulling her arm away from him and quickly walking out of the apartment, black sap running down her face from her eyes in an odd facsimile of crying- “screw this.” Snapping her fingers and disappearing in a flash of prismatic lights, reappearing in her apartment. Curling up in the middle of the floor, muttering and sobbing to herself, “so stupid to go over there… knew he was in love with Lillian… what’d I expect…”Wren shook his head, cursing himself. “Stupid…” falling back down onto the couch and taking a deep breath, “That was stupid, why did I do that? Fuck… I hope she doesn’t ghost me….” Biting his lip and trying to push the image of Eve’s ass from his mind, the only thing he manages to do is think about her tits instead. Reaching into his pants and stroking his cock— slowly his pace picks up as he imagines pinning Eve down and slamming his hips into her ass as he tries to breed her from behind, “I shouldn’t be jerking off while thinking about my friend…” bucking his hips and moaning under his breath he whines as his fantasies continue to escalate, imaging her choking and gagging on his cock, the intense shame fighting with the pleasure and arousal- but as he nears what should be his peak he finds the feeling slipping away, “no… no! Nonono, please! Fuck please!” Near tears as he’s denied the ability to cum by some unseen force he cries out, pleasure no less intense as he continues chasing an orgasm he’ll never get. Lillian frowned as she called Wren for the 20th time, she hadn’t heard anything from either Wren or Eve in the last couple of days and she was getting worried- she wondered if sending the link to her old blog had been a bad idea after all. She just thought that maybe he could do what she did. Nuzzling into her girlfriend’s side with a sigh, she smiles as the bright ball of flames that they call a heart burns just a little brighter. Trying to call Eve again, she’s shocked when she gets an answer-Eve had done the bare minimum the last few days meaning she spent most of the time curled up in her bed pretending the world had ended- it kind of helped. Originally she was going to do the same today, but a glimpse of the ichor stains where she had been laying the last few days drove her to act like everything was normal for a day. Unfortunately, she figured that meant answering her phone.“Hey, Lillian… what’s up?” Lillian was concerned at how small Eve sounded- she was usually quite energetic but right now she sounded despondent and scared. Putting her phone on speaker Lillian frowns, “Hey Eve, I still haven’t heard from Wren since the last time I asked if you could check on him. Did something happen?”The line was silent for several long seconds before a choked sob, followed by near-hysterical babbling, “I thought maybe Wren was into me, but he friend-zoned me and I did something mean and now I’m scared I’ve lost my best friend!” Lillian’s flinched slightky at the sudden, and overwhelmed, outpouring of emotions, keeping her voice as calm as she could, “Eve, it’s okay. What do you mean he friend-zoned you? He was going to confess to you. He asked for my help and everything.” “Wa-wait what?” “Yeah hun, he’s had a huge crush on you for a while.” Lillian and her girlfriend gave each other a knowing look, “But let’s backtrack, what do you mean you did something mean?”“I gotta go.”“Wait, Eve!” A soft beeping indicates that the call has ended, and Lillian sighs, shaking her head. Wren was a wreck, he had barely slept and his body ached with need. His cock hadn’t stopped throbbing, constantly overcome with thoughts and fantasies about Eve. He was irritable and exhausted, and that wasn’t even to mention his emotional state. Grabbing his phone and reading the latest text, he frowns, “What does she mean Eve said I friend-zoned her?” Eve was staring at her phone dumbfounded, Lillian had to be lying right? But. What if she hadn’t been? The spell should have driven him to confess to whoever he has feelings for- had she run away from him as he was trying to confess to her? Looking at her phone she noticed dozens of missed texts and calls from their friends, the majority of them from Wren alone. “Oh…”Wren stumbled around his apartment getting dressed, driven by an intense desire to see Eve again— especially if she had misunderstood him. Maybe she reciprocated his feelings then.Eve sat in the middle of her bed, writing and rewriting the same text to Wren. Her embarrassment at potentially having misunderstood his confession made it harder for her to think of what to say.Leaving his apartment building, Wren takes a deep breath and tries to focus on what to say when he gets to Eve’s apartment. By the time he’s arrived at the elevator up to Eve’s floor, he’s given up on planning ahead- somehow sure that he’ll know what to say when he sees her. Stumbling out of the elevator and down the hallway, he smiles as he pictures Eve’s face, and he moans as he pictures ramming his cock down her throat and using her like a fleshlight. Oh, he can’t wait to see her. Sighing and dropping her phone on her bedside table Eve stood and stretched- glancing at herself in the mirror; the shower had helped but she still looked disheveled, not having bothered to keep her glamor up the last few days her pastel pink hair was a mess, her eyes were slightly puffy and ichor was constantly seeping from her. Using glamor on her voice talking to Lillian earlier had been the most magic she used since she cursed Wren. Hearing a knock at the door Eve sighs again, putting on her glamor- gods even her disguise looks like it’s been crying. Running her fingers through her hair and taking a breath. Pulling on a large sweater that went down to mid-thigh, though the trade-off was it hung loose off of one of her shoulders. Looking out the peephole they squeak when they see Wren standing there, wobbling slowly- face flushed and panting.Wren knocks again, calling out softly, “Eve? Are you home?” Biting his lip he sighs, he wants to see her so bad-“Yeah! One sec!” His face visibly brightened and he nodded, some part of his brain short-circuiting as soon as he heard her voice.Taking a second to adjust her appearance, blushing as she makes sure she has underwear on after last time. Nodding to herself, Eve runs back to the door and throws it open, “c'mon in!”Wren freezes there in the doorway for a long moment, processing Eve’s current disheveled appearance- he wants to cover her shoulder in bruises, he wants to bite into her thighs and make her squirm, he wants to turn her into a cumdump- “Wren?” She frowns, an uneasy feeling creeping up her spine as she tilts her head, “you okay?”He has to stop himself from whimpering as she tilts her head— interpreting the motion as her baring her throat to him he takes a deep breath and tries to stop thinking about how it looked like she was asking him to bite her, to fuck her and use her and breed her. Shaking that thought from his head, “uh yeah sorry, just kinda out of it…” he mutters as steps past Eve into her apartment. “Uh-huh… everything okay? Do you need something to eat? Drink?” Glancing down at the outline of his cock through his pants, blush crept across her cheeks.Wren nodded, “m fine… water would be good?” He muttered, trying to keep his gaze off of Eve- failing as she walks past him into the kitchen, bending over to grab a glass out of the cabinet Eve doesn’t notice her hoodie ride up slightly, doesn’t notice when Wrens’ eyes dilate staring at her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. The glass falls onto the ground, shattering with a crash as Wren grabs Eve by her ponytail forcing her to bend over the counter, laughing at how her feet can’t touch the ground as he starts to grind into her barely clothed cunt. Sliding his hand down her side he giggles- “you’re so pretty~ so small and so soft~”Crying out in surprise and tearing up as she’s yanked around by her hair, Eve whimpers and tries to force words out— growing fearful as she realizes just how much physically stronger Wren is than her as she tries to squirm out of his grasp— with growing alarm she notes that it’s becoming increasingly difficult to think about anything other than Wren's hand in her hair and cock pressing against her, “Wr-wren… what- what are- what doing?” Mumbling an incoherent reply Wren pushes Eve’s hoodie up, exposing her to him from the waist down- grip on her hair tightening as she tries to get away from him, a soft shame-filled moan from Eve urging him on. Only pausing for a second to stare at her ass, biting his lip as he grips the back of the cute lace panties she’s wearing and pulls, forcing them to dig into her cunt as he smiles.Her vision went white as her long-time crush and best friend forced her around like a ragdoll, letting out a half sob half moan as she was lifted off the counter slightly by her panties. “Wren! St-stop!” Wren hums letting go of Eve’s hair and yanking her underwear off of her in a quick-impatient movement. Leaning over her, pressing his chest into her back, he kisses her neck as one of his hands slips between her thighs, thumb finding her clit and rubbing slow circles while he teases her entrance with two fingers, “But you’re so wet Eve~ I don’t wanna stop~” gently biting into the skin of Eve’s neck, leaving a trail of bruises as his fingers push into her. Moving his free hand back to her hair he bites down into her shoulder as his fingers curl into her g spot- sending sparks shooting through Eve.“Wait- wait! Too- too much~” whining and moaning as she tried to get away from the sudden overwhelming stimulation, fingers scrambling across the counter as she tried to make sense of what was going on- but something about Wren fingering her was so far outside of the realm of possibility that she couldn’t get past it. She’s stunned out of her thoughts as she suddenly reaches her peak, cumming around Wren's fingers with a keening moan that devolves into an overwhelmed sob as Wren relentlessly toys with Eve’s clit.“Oh, good girl~ such a good girl~” Wren smiles at the feeling of Eve clenching around his fingers, gently tugging at her hair he coos, “You did so well baby~ ‘m gonna knock you up now, k~?”Pulling his fingers out of her to unbutton his pants, pushing his boxers down, and lining the tip of his aching cock with her pussy.“No! Nonono, wren stop! I need a minute please!” Panting and still trying to recover Eve renews her attempts to get out from under him; when he lets go of her hair she thinks he might stop until he wraps his arm around her neck putting her into a chokehold- stuck under him with his cock slowly pressing into her. ‘Oh no… well it’s a good thing I don’t need to breathe…’ “Awe I’m sorry~ I just need to fuck you so bad baby,” Eve flushed as Wren started cutting off circulation to her brain, “haven’t been able to think about anything else~ just want you to be mine so, so, so bad!” Some small part of her was overjoyed at what he was saying, about how he wanted her, and she internally cringed as she realized all the very obvious signs that he had feelings for her. Her mind suddenly went white as Wren thrust forward into her all at once, cumming from the pain of the sudden stretch, toes curling and cunt clenching as he whispers constant praise in her ear. Wren whimpers as his vision starts to go white- only to cry out in frustration, thrusting roughly into the girl under him he chases an orgasm that seems to be just barely out of his reach and he starts to beg her- he begs her to make him cum as he nears tears. Eve's eyes roll back as she’s made to cum around his cock time and time again, she loses count after the twelfth orgasm- faintly aware of Wren speaking to her. “‘m sorry baby~ you feel so good~ wanna cum so bad! Wanna fill you up n breed you. Been in love with you for so long, wanted you to be mine, wanted to tell you how much I love you~.” Something deep in Wren's mind notes that he had been choking Eve for several minutes without giving her a break- yet she was showing no sign of passing out even as she gasped for air between broken moans. Devolving into senseless babbling, his thrusts growing more frantic and frustrated-Eve claws at the arm around her throat as she’s forced to cum yet again- some small part of her wants to tell him that she loves him too- but any thought she had is quickly wiped away by yet another orgasm, “cumming- m cumming- can’t stop cumming ple-please need a break~! nononono~ too much~ too much~!” She’d never been forced to cum so many times in a row without a break, faintly she remembered her glamor- she’s never had sex with it active before so the spell hadn’t been made for… strenuous activity. With a weak sense of alarm, she notes that if she loses consciousness- even for a second- her glamor would break, ‘wait isn’t this kinda dangerous then?’Pulling out and flipping Eve onto her back, forcing her legs apart before slamming his overly sensitive cock into her again, one hand going to her waist while the other grips her hoodie and pushes it up past her tits. “That’s a good girl~” he watches with a bizarre mix of guilt and painful arousal as Eve is forced to take his cock, her hair splayed out around her- back arched and tits bouncing each time his hips collide with hers. The growing confusion and suspicion in his heart noted that Eve’s tears appeared to be an almost slimy translucent grey- maybe she had been wearing eyeliner or mascara?Biting the sleeve of her hoodie Eve, with growing horror feels her body start to shift as something cracks- her glamor moments before a particularly intense orgasm wracked her body, moans escalating into a sob as her mind goes completely white- then blacks out. She’s only out for a couple of seconds, if that, but it’s enough. With a sudden increase in strength as the spells effects begin to collapse— no longer suppressing her demonic traits— Eve shoves Wren back, surprising both of them when he actually stumbles back, catching himself on the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen. Eve cursing under her breath, her usual expressive smooth voice replaced by a harsh but no less beautiful- and familiar- rasp, “you- fuck! You need to leave, Wren.” Eve tries to sit up still shaking as the tingling sensation of overstimulation slowly fades from her body- just as a comfortable and familiar chill spreads across her skin. Rapidly, before wrens slowly widening eyes, Eve’s skin pales and smooths, freckles and beauty marks fading away as scars and stretch marks turn into familiar cracks leaking a thick black substance that drips onto the floor. The massive hole in her abdomen would’ve been concerning, if not for the familiar mass of tentacles and multi-colored eyes.“It’s YOU.”Eve whimpered, porcelain hands with doll-like joints and thread wrapped around her fingers shoot up to cover the cracks in her face, “don’t- don’t look wren… please…”Wren didn’t process her words, his mind reeling as he tries to make sense of his conflicted emotions- love, lust, desire, and a rapidly building rage as he concludes three things. First, his best friend is a demon. Second, that demon cursed him. And three, if Eve is a demon- doesn’t that mean she can take more than a human could? Steeping forward, glaring down at Eve, grabbing her short pink hair and yanking- “What the fuck?! Why’d you do this to me?!”Eve cries out, more in surprise than actual pain— Wren was right about one thing, she was more durable than a human. Trying to mutter an explanation as he lets go of her hair just to grab her wrists and pin them above her head- Eve trying not to fight back so she doesn’t hurt Wren, more than she already has at least- “I- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to lie or hurt you- but you’d never-“ her attempts to explain are cut off by a slap to the face. Yelping and looking at Wren with hurt in her eyes she tries again to explain herself only to have her panties shoved into her mouth. “Shut up! Fuck!” Head spinning with his love of his best friend Eve, his rage towards the demon Eve for cursing him, and his overwhelming need to fill his crush with cum- even if she was a demonic doll. Using his free hand he grabs her chin and forces her to make eye contact with him, “what the fuck even are you, Eve?”The demon flinched, looking away as Ichor ran down her face in some facsimile of crying. Moving his hand from her face to her hips Wren sneers, tightening his grip on her wrists as he starts pressing his throbbing cock back into Eve— with a startled moan he jerks his hips forward, his hips meeting hers as he processes the shock of just how different Eve feels around him now- colder than a human, and it felt like she writhed around him almost like his cock we’re surrounded by tentacles. Between thrusts he notes how she coats his cock in a grey slime- the same residue that slowly started to coat Eve’s thighs as he rapes her not bothering to hold back like he had been when she was human, a slick slapping noise grows gradually louder as Wren fucks Eve relentlessly and without care for her safety.Eve was sobbing, genuinely sobbing— thick black ichor running down her face in thick streams as she moaned and screamed into her soaked panties. Pulling her arms free of Wren's grip just to claw at the countertop beneath them, another sob-moan as she carves deep gouges into the granite countertop- with immense effort she tries to undo the curses placed on Wren; but when his cock slams into her particularly hard and her body tenses the magic fizzles. It takes several tries before she’s able to break the curses- by the time she does her head feels like it’s burning and she can’t stop cumming and she just wants Wren to hold her. shakily pulling her underwear from her mouth she sobs- “Please Wren- s too- s too much- break- breaking… wanna… be good…” arching her back and screaming as she’s rocked by another orgasm, wrapping her legs around Wren, trying to hold him in place and stop his movements, “m love you! m love you too! I’m- I’m really sorry- thought-“ curling her toes as another wave of pleasure washes over her and choking back a sob, “thought I was gonna lose you to- to Lillian-“Caught off guard Wren sobs in relief as he’s finally able to cum- fucking load after load into Eve as she breaks into overwhelmed sobs, cumming around his cock several times before he’s finished. When he finally comes to a complete stop, chest heaving, Wren forces Eve to look him in the eyes, speaking slowly, “What did you just say, Eve?”Frowning as his head finally catches up to his cock, feeling suddenly guilty as he takes in her frantic-exhausted breathing and full body sobs; taking a second to process that the ichor coming from her eyes were tears. Looking down at where their hips were still pressed together he frowned at the mix of her ichor and both of their cum mingling together. Another choked sob followed by incoherent mumbling- the only clear words being “hurts,” “love,” and “sorry.”“Shhh Eve, take a breath,” smiling to himself when she immediately tries to obey— he pauses wondering if deep breathing still has a calming effect on demons or if she’s just listening to his commands. The thought of her obeying makes his cock twitch inside her and he coos to her softly, “Now, what did you say?”Trying to focus her gaze on Wren— having a lot of trouble thinking through what felt like layers upon layers of cotton wrapped around her brain. It helped when he spoke to her, she wanted to be good for him. “Said that I- said that I love you too, and said,” whimpering and unhooking her legs from around his waist, “said I’m sorry- I thought- though you were in love with Lillian- so I cursed you cuz I was jealous…”“Can you say that again?” Wren squeezed Eve’s hip, a slow stupid smile coming across his face.“Wha? Mmm… said I love you too n said I’m-““I love you.” Interrupting Eve and gently grabbing her hand, interlocking his fingers with hers. “I love you so much. You fucking idiot”“I love you too! But I’m not-!” Eve started to protest, only to be cut off by Wren thrusting suddenly- moaning and whimpering as his cum-slick cock starts to fuck her again, giving him a slightly offended and accusatory look.“Say it again,” Wren said while squeezing her hand.“I love you too?” Another thrust, followed by Wren telling her to say it again. Forcing her to repeat that pattern, occasionally Wren would laugh at her or give her some small piece of praise before ordering her to say it againFlushed, whimpering, and shaking as she looks up at Wren, she tries- and fails to form the words. “Cmon baby, say it one more time~”Nodding and taking a deep breath she stutters out a meek, “I love you-“ cut off by another thrust Eve cries out, “m gonna cum-“ a sadistic grin as Wren sets a sudden rough pace- fucking her through her climax, biting his lip at how she arches her back, moans and cries for him. Slowing to a stop and pulling out of her, he picks her up, surprised by how light she is and laughing at how she weakly tries to grab onto him, her body not listening to what she’s trying to get it to do. Carrying the demon into her room and raising an eyebrow at the ichor stains covering the bed, “Okay I have to ask, is that your blood, your tears, or what?” Placing Eve on a chair to the side of the bed, kissing the side of her head before stripping the ichor-stained comforter off the bed. “And why is there so much of it?”“Mm- ‘s my blood. Sort of.” Eve tilts her head slowly, looking up at Wren she gestures at the various cracks and chunks of missing porcelain- “it’s sort of just always happening… used to be a mimic- tend to be pretty… gooey. Guess I still am.” Squeaking when he picks her up and moves her to the bed, covering her face embarrassed. Smiling as he cups her face, running his thumb along the jagged edges of the “scars” on her cheeks- he thought that her skin would be harder, more glass-like, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that it was soft and had a surprising amount of give. The texture was somewhere between porcelain and human skin. Pushing his thumb into her mouth looking at her teeth, humming softly at the grey-black flesh of her mouth and tongue- only processing what he’s doing when the doll whines, breathy and full of need-With a condescending tone, he presses down on her tongue laughing when she moans softly and looks at him accusingly, “Sorry baby~ didn’t mean to tease you like that~” Pulling his hand away, he hums, “You’re so cute.”“Mmm… mean to me,” Eve complains, eyes unfocused and taking a shaky breath.“You deserve it. Speaking of, you owe me an explanation.” Stripping himself of the rest of his clothes before sitting on the bed behind Eve, “So start talking baby.”Nodding slowly and taking a breath, “So uhm… when you summoned me and mentioned wanting to confess to your crush… I thought you were talking about Lillian-“ “Mhmm, and that’s why you’re an idiot.”Eve whines embarrassed, “m not an idiot… but yeah… I thought you were in love with Lillian so I cursed you to be obsessed with the one you love and cursed you so you wouldn’t be able to cum.”