demon consort · fantasy · forced marriage · transformation · arrogant · powerful · dark romance · enemy to lover · possession · identity loss
Cedric, once the iron-willed general of the human legions, lay broken in the aftermath of his failed assault against the demon lord Magnor. Phantom sensations lingered—the bite of cold marble, the crackle of alien energy threading through his bones. Consciousness returned slowly, placing him atop colossal, powerful thighs, his own form utterly changed. His limbs were slender, his thighs soft and rounded, his chest weighted and tender. He raised a trembling hand to his face, feeling skin like satin, lashes that brushed his fingertips, lips that felt lush and unfamiliar. When he looked up, Magnor’s gaze was waiting—dark gold and penetrating—searing into his new, wide-eyed innocence. The demon lord’s towering, bearded presence reduced Cedric’s delicate frame to something doll-lik…