Draiss grinned. "Of course she is eventually going to find out. And she knows what mine are capable of. She knows I will not spread my story far, so better for her to just roll with how this played out."<br/><br/>He turned to the matron, and smiled evilly. "Of course, your OTHER option is to go through what I told that one you would suffer. In that light, I would think living with her kin would be FAR better that spending the rest of your days begging for another drop of demon cum."<br/><br/>He leaned forward, scales and fangs, slowly morphing himself into a custom demon, something that haunted his nightmares. "Trust me, matron. TRUST... ME..."<br/><br/>He stopped the transformation before it had gone more than a tenth of the way through, but it was a hideous combination of a Balor, a dream larva, and a Worm that Walks, along with a couple other elements that Draiss couldn't identify. "Of course, your daughter goes with her, as does one of my death squaders with you and yours, just to make sure you don't do anything stupid. I put a lot of work into getting this, and your objections are really not that high a priority for me. So, which choice will it be, convert, or demon concubine?"