She twitched a few times, getting used to her new body, before rising and kneeling to me.

Her silky black hair had grown out and now reached her waist. She looked towards me, and upon seeing that I had noticed, she rapidly lowered her eyes to the floor. They were now a deep sapphire blue, and illuminated from behind.

For some reason, she would look at me when she thought I wasn't looking, and then rapidly look away again when her eyes met mine.

Her blue-black hair hadn't changed much, but it and her sapphire-blue eyes that glowed, were common features of succubi, Demons formed from the Deadly Sin of Lust.

The more pure the Succubi's bloodline, the blacker her hair would be and the brighter the glow of her eyes.

My new minion seemed to be a pure-blood Succubus Queen, directly descended from the bloodline of Lilith. She must have been very pure and faithful before I cast the spell on her.

I stole a very pure source of Faith energy from the bastard.

Black and leathery bat-like wings emerged from her shoulder blades, they had also torn through her Habit.

However, though her habit was shredded by the transformation, her power had automatically responded to a subconscious desire. She didn't wish to be unclothed, so mana emerged from her skin like an ooze and solidified into a blood-red corset and leggings.

This was the opposite of her overly conservative religious Habit.

The corset had holes in the back for her wings, the material seemed slightly damp and reflective.

 

But there were also strings which could lace up the holes, maybe she didn't know that she could just wish it off, or maybe it was a subconscious addition. Succubi are usually instinctual masochists and the bases of their wings are quite sensitive. If the holes were laced up tightly, it could cause them a fair amount of pain.

Her leggings also had a hole for the snake-like tail that emerged from a continuation of her tailbone, growing from just above her butt.

This outfit that she chose was because she is now a Succubus of the Mare bloodline, a Demoness of Lust.

Magic clothing was common among people who had a large amount of mana and knowledge, even I was wearing it.

 

It didn't cost any money, was easy to repair and could be changed in any way that I could imagine. Nor did didn't have any preset form, so I could make make it look like anything that I could imagine.

 

For her to be able to instinctively create magic clothing had two major benefits: The first of which was rather obvious, if she had been naked, and coupled with her great body, it would have made it very difficult for me to focus. The second benefit was that I hadn't prepared any clothing beforehand, and I didn't have any money, so she could wear this.

Her tail was over a metre long and skinny, only ten or fifteen centimetres in circumference at the base, the tip was shaped like a barbed spear tip. The tail gently swayed from side to side, the tip raised just above her shoulder.

Getting to my feet, I circled around my new minion, studying her.

She was still kneeling, allowing me to inspect her. Though as I moved, I noticed that her head was tracking me, she seemed to be studying me as much as I was studying her.

 

Her face hadn't changed very much from before she became a Demoness, she had soft and extremely smooth white skin. As small and rather cute nose, with a slight upwards tilt. Her large and dewy eyes now glowed, and were a slightly deeper blue, which added to her adorable look.

She looked like a small and cute animal that inspired protection, and an exorcism.

But she also had the body shape of a high-ranked Lust Demon, so she was curvy, without excess fat.

Emerging from her temples were two sheep horns, which curled up and around, the ends submerging into her thick hair.

Unlike what the church liked to say, about Demons being ugly. Her Demonic features actually made her a lot more attractive to me. Well, I did prefer Non-Humans, because I had more than enough of Humanity.

She seemed to have gotten over her discomfort looking at me and was running her eyes over my face and the rest of me in return. After finishing her inspection, she stared deeply into my eyes.

While we were looking at each other, her tail had lowered and began squirming and slithering over the floor towards me. This was while I was standing in front of her and inspecting her horns.

The way her tail moved, it seemed subconscious.

When it reached me, it gently wrapped itself around my ankle and slithered part way up my leg.

Both she and I noticed what her tail was doing, and looked at it. She looked back up at me, her eyes meeting mine. There was a strange look of hesitation in her eyes, like she was worried that I be disgusted or reject her.

Leaning down, I gently touched her tail.

It was soft and slightly scaly, but unlike a lizard or snake, it was warm and I could feel her heartbeat. It felt much better than I had expected, and I could also feel her heart-rate speed up.

The way her tail held me, it was almost like it was trying to hug me.

According to my Archdemon friend, and the books on Demonology that I had read, this was a sign of submission and affection.

I didn't reject her.

"What's your name?" I had only thought to ask her this rather important question now.

Seeing that I hadn't rejected her approach, she smiled happily and then went back to observing the changes in her body.

Her slim fingers moved along her new horns, running along the smooth ridged length, then she jumped when she accidentally stabbed herself with one of the sharp tips.

Of course, since she was a high-ranked Demoness, she had very high level physical defence. She could block the slash of a sword barehanded, as long as it was swung at her by a C-Rank Adventurer or weaker.

She had already run her hands all over her body, checking out her new and improved form.

She seemed very pleased with the results.

When she heard my question, she twitched slightly. She looked up and smiled, her soft lips parting and exposing a pair of cute, and long, canines. Her teeth were so straight and white that any dentist who saw them would have the urge to pull them out to display them.

"My name is Soea, my lord. Unless this one is unworthy of keeping that name and my lord wishes to give me another." She kept her smile as she spoke and her tail tightened on my leg.

She said that I could give her another name, but I liked her name.

Finishing speaking, she ran her tongue over her lips, soft and naturally cherry-red glistening softly in the light. I saw that her tongue was quite long and split at the tip.

Her voice was very nice, it was soft and melodious, she would have been one of the best singers on Earth, even without using AutoTune. With both her looks and her voice, she could easily win on a T.V.

Well, the main purpose of the Mare species, be they Succubi or Incubi, was to tempt. They used hypnosis and charm magic instinctively, and had Demon Eyes, magic eyes that applied Charm to anyone they look at. As long as their target doesn't have mental or magic resistance skills.

 

I didn't have to worry about Charm or Mind-control magic, so I could meet her gaze. I looked closely, trying to make sure that she was being honest, I had to make sure that the spell worked properly.

I could see a deep devotion, and affection in her sapphire-blue eyes.

"Well, nice to meet you Soea, my new minion. You shall be one of my generals, maybe a trusted companion." As I said this I saw a strange, and immense, joy float through her eyes.

At least I could read people and emotions better than when I first entered this world, Master had taught me well.

"Your wish is my command, my lord. Do with me whatever you wish." She looked up at me, she imitated an adorable puppy very well. Her tail was still wrapped around my leg, but the tip began stroking me.

"Well, my command is that you turn your previous companion into a Higher Thrall." As I said this, I gestured to the dead Dwarf, who was still sitting slumped against the wall.

There were two ranks when it came to Thralls created by non-combat class Demons, such as Succubi or Nightmares.

The first rank was the normal Thrall, a mindless, will-less slave that obeyed anything their creator said.

Whereas the second rank of Thralls were called Higher Thralls and they not only had their minds and memories from before their deaths and conversions, they also kept their emotions. They were still brainwashed slaves that completely followed their creator's orders.

Higher Thralls also had a telepathic connection to their creators, so they could receive mental orders.

They could also create their own Thralls, which would be slaved to the creator of the Higher Thralls.

Soea glanced confusedly at the Dwarf.

As she tilted her head slightly, I could almost see a question mark floating in the air above her head.

I couldn't help but react to her cuteness and reached down, stroking her silky soft hair.

This was a conditioned response which had been ingrained into me after I had had many pet dogs. And Master liked it when I played with her hair, but that was completely different.

She seemed to purr as I stroked her hair, pushing her head into my palm. Her breathing started to speed up slightly and she blushed, her lips slightly parted.

Her wings twitched in happiness.

Wasn't this reaction a little extreme?

Seeing her response, I stopped stroking her hair and tried very hard to ignore the look of sadness and appeal in her eyes. She wanted me to continue, her hands partially raised, as though she had stopped herself from grabbing my hand and holding it to her head.

I reached down to help her to her feet. She grabbed my hand and slowly stood up.

However, even after she had stood up, she didn't release my hand. Her hand was soft and warm, her slim fingers felt good as she held me tightly.

When I looked over at her, she blushed and lowered her eyes, though she didn't release my hand.

I saw that she didn't know how to make a Thrall, so I explained it, "Look into your mind, you have the instinctive knowledge know how to make a Thrall and Higher Thrall."

The whole time that I was speaking, I was trying to ignore the warmth of her hand in mine, she had even sneakily entwined her fingers with mine.

Still facing the Dwarf, she squinted and considered my words, digging deeply into her mind and instincts. After a few seconds of thinking, her eyes lit up and she suddenly stared at me, her joy was obvious.

"It will be as you wish, my lord!" Soea grinned, released my hand and then began casting the spell.

'Turn Thrall' and 'Turn Greater Thrall' were innate racial spells, so a chant wasn't required and the knowledge was basically a part of her blood.

I felt her start to gather mana, her hands beginning to glow a deep purple and crimson. Runes and Glyphs emerged from her palms and swarmed through the air towards the Dwarf's corpse. The corpse twitched slightly, and then, as though time were reversing, his head reformed.

The Runes and Glyphs sunk into his new head.

He made an unintelligible noise as his skin turned paper-white and Runic tattoos appeared all over his body. A light moan escaped him, his eyes flickered as he forced them open.

The sclera and irises of his eyes disappeared as his pupils enlarged, turning his eyes a pure pitch-black.

With his bloodless white skin, covered in Demonic crimson and purple tattoos, as well as his pitch-black eyes, he looked incredibly evil and Demonic.

"Mistress?" He saw Soea looking at him, with mana still swirling around her body. With a thud, he dropped to his knees, his forehead pressed against the stone floor, prostrate.

There was a deep veneration in his voice as he acknowledged his new mistress, though he also sounded worried, "Are you safe, my mistress?"

Soea nodded to him with a small smile, then she looked back at me with a 'praise me' aura.

"Good Job!" I smiled and started to stroke her hair again, she seemed to really like it when I did that.

The Thrall was more worried that Soea was safe than he was worried about how he died and then resurrected. His care for his companion was one of the reasons that I decided for Soea to raise him as a Higher Thrall, instead of keeping him dead.

There was another reason, but that wouldn't be important until later.

Worrying for your companions, and a team spirit, they were vital for an army commander who fought alongside the rest of his army.

Soea looked at her Thrall and then back at me, then she began to utilize the telepathic link between a Demon and their creations. I could tell that she was speaking silently because of the way that her face moved and she used her hands.

This was a sign that she had never used telepathy before.

The Dwarf nodded in comprehension, then he raised his head and turned to face me, before prostrating himself again.

Soea smiled at his back, and then she knelt to me again.

Though she looked sadly at her now empty hand.

I didn't speak to the Dwarf as I walked over to him, examining him.

Other than the changes to his skin and eyes, his new tattoos, he looked very similar to before he died. But his power had increased, from lower B-Rank all the way up to the upper B-Ranks, just short of A-Rank.

I felt a strange movement behind me and looked back, Soea had gone slightly pale and swayed gently, her hand grabbing her stomach.

She bit her lip and looked slightly embarrassed.

Pausing for a second and gathering courage, licking her lips for a few times, "My lord, can I please get some food?"

"You are hungry?" I was slightly surprised at her question, before I remembered that she had just recently turned. After which, she had used a Level-6 spell, so her first act after changing was to expend a large amount of her already small pool of mana.

She nodded.

A thought suddenly occurred to me. She had been an innocent Priestess, she had been really innocent if her highest Virtue was Chastity, which turned her into a Lust Demon when she was changed. She even became such a pure-blood Succubus as well.

I couldn't help but smile.

"Do you know how your species feeds?" I asked her this because she was obviously not wise to the ways of the world, even heavily sheltered. Though she was raised by religion, so she might know the answer to that question.

Soea's face turned a deep crimson, blushing to the roots of her hair as her eyes roamed aimlessly, trying not to meet my gaze.

She stammered slightly as she managed to speak, "I, I have heard rumours." She wet her lips nervously as she looked slightly over my right shoulder, avoiding my eyes, her wings trembling softly.

Damn, she was adorable.

Her race was Succubus Queen, a direct bloodline link to Lilith, and in this world, Succubi fed by having sex and absorbing their partner's mana or life-force. Though other interactions could also trigger their feeding, such as kissing or oral sex.

Of course, I had already laid plans on how to cope with her hunger.

Over the course of my research, I had discovered that Succubi could reliably feed off their own Thralls, and Greater Thralls could even feed a Royal Succubus. This was one of the reasons that Succubi kept Thralls, as well as to protect them since they weren't close combat specialists.

My plans were to make most, if not all of her Thralls male. She would require a reliable source of food. The closer a Succubi's bloodline was to pure, the more they would need to eat, and Soea had a pure bloodline.

But a Greater Thrall could supply her if she didn't need to use a lot of magic, but it would drain the Thrall. I would probably need to get her another Greater Thrall soon.

While my life-force was on par with most of the Mid-Level Ancient Monsters and Elder Beings, I wasn't the horny teenager I had been when I was first summoned here, so I wanted others to feed Soea.

Though I am not sure how long that resolve would stay strong.

"Yes, you feed like in the legends." I found myself grinning as her blush got deeper. The tip of her tail stopped stroking my leg and raised into the air, then began thrashing from side to side.

It seemed to be a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

She looked up at me, her lips slightly parted.

I patted the head of my overly enthusiastic minion, "Sorry Soea, but he will be your food supply."

When I pointed at her new Thrall, I felt slightly bad when I saw the disappointment in her eyes as she looked between her Thrall and me.

It took all of my effort to refuse her large and adorable eyes, but I barely managed to.

"Your Thralls will be both soldiers in my army, and your source of food."

Since he was a Greater Thrall, he would completely obey his mistress, whatever she wished. Since I was his mistress's new master, which she was very sure to explain to him, he would obey me as well.

When I asked her later, she had told me that she had specifically ordered him to obey absolutely anything I ordered him, even if I ordered him to kill her.

Though if I did order him to kill her, all of the Thralls that she created would die as well.

Because when she died, all of her creations would as well, and the people that she used her Demon Eyes on would be released.

"My lord, my Thralls and I exist solely for your sake!" Soea said quietly.

She seemed to say that a lot, but from what I could tell, it came from her twisted religious side. They were trained to say over and over to their deity or the source of their devotion how loyal they were or how much they adored them.

Her change was rather extreme, she had so much faith in that bastard god.

I got a little caught up in her suddenly serious tone, so I blurted out, "You do, so serve me well."

"My lord!" the poor Succubus nodded enthusiastically and took my words as law.

When I went quiet, thinking about what I accidentally said, I noticed that she watched me, staring into my eyes. The stare made me slightly uncomfortable.

"Well, feed, my general. And when you are done, follow your link to me and meet me in the Throne Room." I spoke in an oddly grand way. It was possible that I had done this subconsciously to ward off my discomfort, which was caused by the strong loyalty and devotion, and possibly affection in her gaze.

I had long learned that if people trust you, especially to that level, you will always fail them.

She smiled and nodded, her tail reluctantly unwrapped from around my leg as I turned and started to walk down the corridor.

I hadn't turned quickly enough and had seen the moment that her clothing disappeared, her incredible naked body was revealed to me in its entirety.

I made sure to quickly continue my turn, to walk away.