I pulled back from Aisha's neck, my lips stained with her blood. The sudden movement caused my demonic features to emerge—my incubus horns curling from my temples, wolf ears sprouting atop my head, and a thick tail unfurling behind me. The transformation was instinctual, a response to the overwhelming surge of desire and primal hunger that consumed me.
Aisha's eyes widened as she took in the sight of me, her gaze flicking between my horns, ears, and tail.
I could see the conflict in her expression—the captivation warring with the ingrained fear and hatred she'd been taught for creatures like me. She swallowed hard, her hands still gripping my shoulders tightly.
"You're... you're so beautiful," she whispered, the words torn between awe and apprehension. "Even like this... I can't help but be drawn to you.
"Her fingers traced the curve of one horn gently, as if testing its reality.
