#zizz oc

You're not even sure how you achieved this yourself. You'd come to a certain point in your life where the physical changes seemed inconsequential to you. In fact, since you planned to keep living in the Rings, you figured these mutations would only serve to help you acclimate easier, maybe make some of the locals respect you more- It's a double-edged sword, socially.

You don't think there's any demonic ancestry in your genes, and even if there was, the chances of you becoming what you are today are the equivalent of winning a genetic lottery.

Three curling, spotless horns branch out from your head, symmetrical and evenly spaced, your back is adorned with leathered wings you've had a tough time learning to live with, and there's barely enough space on your lower back for the six flowing tails you've been gifted with by forces unknown. Although you are no concubus, your eyes still carry a shine to them, lashes long and heavy. Your pallid skin all but radiates in the burning heat of Wrath, and glimmers softly in the dusky skies of Sloth- Save for a choice few spots which are utterly void-like in complexion, yet seem to compliment your proportions perfectly.

It turns out you are a vision of utter beauty for most fiendish folk.

Covetous, irresistible, enraging, overpowering beauty.

Life has become hectic, to say the least.

People began getting pushy with you.

Concubi drooling over the ground you walk on, moaning for you to join them in adult industries, or just to let them touch you. Pride lusts for your image as well, wanting to make you the face of several modeling jobs and picturesque decorations. Greed demons attempt to ply you with ornaments, offering anything to have you as their arm candy. Gluttony likewise is very insistent on having you passing by almost every restaurant, promising to let you indulge in whatever you most crave. Sloth will do anything to keep you around for just a bit longer, oh just a little more- Smitten wrathful folks maim each other in your honor, and oh... You don't want to talk about the skinwalkers in Envy.

Celebrity that you've become, you'd give anything to have a moment to yourself, to have some privacy- But even having hired a trustworthy manager (you think they too are unfortunately infatuated), you simply can't do anything wihout having to face a crowd.

In fact, things get dire when the Icons themselves send formal invitations.

You can't deny them. Even if you wanted to, being in bad-standing with the rulers of Hell is a one way ticket to danger.

And, to make things even more conflicting, all of them seem to covet you, a realization that has you nearly nauseous.

Cero will wax about how poetic it is that only someone like you could ever meet his standards. That the two of you are clearly so alike and so aligned, it's be foolish for you to even want to stick around other Rings, with the dirty riff raff- But he understands, you are a public figure and you must tend to the masses. Just reach out to him when you've decided that you want a life as grand as it should be, by his side.

Vorticia is nothing if not a huge charming mistress to you, so effortlessly capable of dragging you into a comfortable dinning table to share meaningful conversation and splendid wine with. Isn't it nice to have this peace and quiet, away from people who simply can't appreciate you normally? If you would just let her care for your weary self, you'd want nothing else but to be in her hands. She promises.

Rinx is relentlessly pushy. He's sure the next set of priceless thingamajigs he sends your way will be what has you tumbling into his arms! Give in, you shall never crave for anything else, he will place you atop the tallest pedestal of the Ring itself. There's no one in Hell and out who could offer you a smidge of what Rinx readily lets flow your way. You are born for opulence and you would be his most unfathomable treasure.

Kalymir has promised he will have you. Neither a request nor a threat, he plainly says you will fall into his bloody hands when he slaughters all who dare take his chosen mate away. A gorgeous trophy you'd be, but to pair such looks with deathly force would be his greatest pleasure. You can only keep running from him for so long, and Kalymir is nothing if not a fan of the chase, you teasing little whore.

Zizz believes you'll choose him in the end. He can offer you a type of peace none of the other Icons hold. In the privacy of his chambers, you'll know nothing but the sweetest sleep and the most satisfying dreams. The two of you will dance together, away from undeserving eyes, your minds connected for a greater purpose. He has time to watch the others fumble and crush their chances entirely. Like the fools they are.

Vesper is determined to whisk you away and show you such insurmountable pleasures that you forget all others. He will play your perfect body the way it is meant to be, and everyone will see you come apart by his ministrations. Nothing else matters, darling, just let yourself get worshipped day and night, you'll live in a paradise of adoration and he alone will be the puppetteer to every spark of sensation.

They follow you the entire day. Pinkletoes specifically is very persistent, and though he's not satisfied by your grinding the same way some of the others are, he still tries to urge you to continue, to wedge a finger between those stitches and loosen his slit a bit more. A bit more. A bit more! Please!

Zizz comes home to his plush golems frazzled and feverish.

Proper heat rears its head during mid to late transformation stages, being more solidified in the late stages. While at this stage you're not as destructive as a fully transformed Queen, you're twice as chaotic, being a fully grown adult experiencing a heat for the first time ever. You'll be restless and inconsolable regardless of transformation-type*, and though you won't know what's off first, when thoughts of your respective Icon start showing up, they just won't go away. The imps will have a hard time managing you, because at this point, you already have a decent amount of power and magic in your system, something they can't fight against without possibly dying in the process. They try to trap you into staying within a certain range.

Naturally, you will spend the whole day trying to reach your Icon, and will smell them the moment they are near. Bigger and larger, the impact of your form against theirs might send them tumbling down, and as you finally gain access to their warmth, skin, lips, voice- You'll be able to minimally calm down. Before the rampant arousal begins, and they either immediately cater to it, or get dragged into sex by you.

It is important -Well, advised- To be careful with any developing limbs during this stage. Excessive careless sexual activity might bend a developing tail wrong or chip a still fragile horn. The medical team summoned for this will tell you that ejaculating on the face should be avoided, since your new eyes are still somewhat sensitive and any miscalculation will hurt them.

Due to your organism's accelerated and overheated state, you can't get pregnant from this heat.

All the Icons will generally take it easier on you during this first heat. It's important to them that you come out of it relatively unscathed and not mentally negatively affected.