<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">It was true; Catherine had once been the chosen girl being dragged, being tortured, abused and raped in the Carving Family Mansion. But, all of those memories had been near-obliterated, leaving only the fact that He had been gracious enough allow her live and serve Him, instead of doing away with her like He had countless others. In that moment, He had made her special. <br/><br/>Decades and decades of being His, of having His seed flow into her body from <em>every</em> possible orifice had granted her certain abilities. Most notably, the ability to change her form as she needed. Not only was it convenient in suiting her Master's tastes, but a necessary talent in hunting his meals for Him.<br/><br/> If she had remained entirely human, in what was once her natural body (not Catherine could even remember what it looked like), she would have surely been persecuted and eventually caught for the 'crimes' she had been committing. And even the thought of being away from her Master, of failing His command, was a notion that churned the woman's innards, rendered them cold and hard.<br/><br/>Catherine did not fail. <br/><br/>Unless, of course, Master wanted her to.<br/><br/>The now-brunette slid her tongue up from the base of the demon's cock and traced the pattern of veins  delicately, cleaning the residue of blood and come that Harper had left. She turned and angled her head to reach around the front, carefully dragging, mopping the burning hot flesh as she rose higher and higher.<br/><br/>Slowly, she brought both of her hands to wrap around the base of it, her awe and excitement at the tremendous size of it evident when she squeezed and lowered her head to the very tip. She closed her mouth over an inch of it and swirled her tongue from the outside of her lips to the slit at the top, tonguing it fervently. </span>