“I can’t lose you too,” he whispered as he cradled her body.  “Please, not you too…  I can’t lose you…”

Piers held Annais to his chest, shaking his head, rocking her back and forth as tears stung his eyes. He knew it’d end this way.  He always feared that one day she wouldn’t be able to save herself.  The fact that she did it for him made it worse.  He felt all the warmth in this world slipping away as her bloodied and broken body grew cold.  He tried to maintain her body heat in his embrace, but death was pulling her away no matter how tightly he hung on.

Her team huddled around him in various states of sorrow and confusion.  Her Golisopod wounded Piers the most, barely hanging on himself yet still nudging her lifeless hand.  He received the honor of being the focus of her last words, and he had heeded the dying command of his trainer.  Piers and her Pokémon were ultimately successful in defeating the target, but were far from victorious.  There was nothing left worth celebrating.

“Annais…”  Piers’s voice cracked as he broke down and clutched her.  “Please don’ leave me alone.  I can’t do this anymore without you.”

On the other side, Annais refused to budge from the scene of her demise.  In a place between heaven and hell, in a dimension unseen by those she loved, she threw a fit.  A Dusknoir tried to lead her to eternity, but she was as stubborn in death as she was in life.

“No!  Let go of me!  I can’t leave him!”  she screeched, fighting off the Pokémon that tried to tug her to the other side.  “You can’t fucking do this to him!  He needs me!  Haven’t you hurt him enough?  Let him have me back!”

This went on for an indeterminate amount of time before she couldn’t fight any more.  Exhausted from kicking and screaming, she collapsed at the feet of the Dusknoir.

“I’ll do anything,” she cried, voice hoarse from her tirade.  She had been reduced to begging.  “You can have my soul, my firstborn, anything!  Whatever, I’ll do anything!  Let me return to Piers.”

Silence was the response as she sobbed before the reaper Pokémon.

“Listen, I… I always wanted to go,” she confessed through her tears.  “It’s no secret.  I wanted to die for a very long time, until I lived for him.  I was miserable before him.  I’m not begging for my life; I never cared about it and we both know that. I’m begging for his. Without me, I know he’s ruined. You might as well be killing him right now.  You’re not just taking me.  You’re taking him and leaving a shell.  You’re taking him from his sister.  He had finally allowed himself to heal from the last tragedy.  He’s not going to recover from this one.  He’s never going to let me go.  I’m not being conceited.  We became one.  Without both, neither will last.”

Annais wept bitterly, crumbling and groveling as she pictured how Piers would cope.  More isolation, more drinking, more paranoid possessiveness of Marnie.  Not eating, not sleeping, spending the rest of his days grieving and wasting away.

“How about your humanity?”

The booming, otherworldly voice surrounded Annais, so loud in all directions she didn’t know where to look.

“You’re asking the wrong one,” it said.  “That’s just a delivery boy.  I’m the one in charge.”

Annais rose to her feet, looking around.  The Dusknoir was gone.  Piers was gone, and so were her Pokémon.  There was only pitch-black nothingness and a weightless feeling as if she was suspended midair.

“Don’t be scared now. You were so feisty before!  Don’t make me reconsider.”

“Reconsider?” she asked, voice shaking.  “You’ll let me return to Piers?”

“The boy can have you back…  On one condition.”

Annais was overjoyed; she didn’t even need to hear the stipulation.  “Yes!  Yes! Thank you!  Whatever it takes!”

“You won’t be as you were before,” the voice continued.  “You’re my property now.  You’re damned.”

“I was damned without him,” she spoke to the darkness.  “I’m yours as long as I’m with him.  If I can be back with him, I’ll be forever in your debt.”

“You will take his soul for me too.  The two of you are one, correct?”

Annais opened her mouth to speak, but was cut short upon feeling a strange crawling in her skin. It began to heat up.  She felt as though she had been set on fire and it was burning away the lingering pain of her death.

“This shouldn’t be too difficult for you.  You’ve long since seduced him.  You’ll have no difficulty getting his assistance in garnering more servants. As long as you do that, you may remain with him.”

Even in the complete darkness, her vision blurred.  She fell to her knees again in anguish as her temples felt like they were splitting. Upon reaching up to hold her throbbing head, she was greeted by what felt like horns.  She gasped when she realized what was happening.  At that moment, her eyes began to adjust to the dark, emitting a yellow glow and allowing her to witness the shift to her new form. Her skin had pinkened.  Her previously trim fingernails had grown into black talons.  Sharp incisors poked at her lips and her tongue felt strange in her mouth.  She quickly realized it had now forked.  Wings flourished then draped over her shoulders and a spaded tail sprouted from beneath her skirt.  She trembled in her new skin.  After years of Piers calling her his angel, his love had turned her into a demon.

“Your evolution is complete.  Now, you do understand what you must do- correct, Annais?”

“Yes, master,” she cooed, noting the new smoothness to her voice.  Though she wasn’t trying, there was a natural suggestive charm to it. Power and lust coursed through her veins.  Her cunt felt ravenous and ached from being so empty.  The moment she was back on earth, she’d fuck Piers like there was no tomorrow.  Her new sole purposes were pleasure and procreation.  In exchange for her life, she’d provide new life, harvesting the seed of her beloved to create minions for the one who spared her.

The darkness was replaced by a blinding white light.  Her body felt heavy again, as if gravity had returned.  She felt the warmth of two loving arms around her.  Her eyes had yet to adjust to the change in scenery, but she knew that embrace anywhere.

“Annais!” he gasped. The grip on her body tightened. “Ann!”

“I’m back, Piers,” she breathed.  “I couldn’t let them hurt you.”

His mouth crashed against her own.  Hot tears stained her skin.  The tips of Annais’s tongue teased the seam of Piers’s lips, which he dutifully parted for her.  He broke away and loosened his hold on her.

“Do you recognize me, babies?” Annais asked, turning to her Pokémon and holding out a clawed hand. Even in the state she was in, she couldn’t neglect her team.  The ever-faithful Quesalupa nudged her palm again, this time rewarded with a rub. Don Gato roared and picked her up as Noz licked her cheek.  Oni, Toxin, and Devito all gathered close and celebrated as well.  She was relieved that they still loved her, but she supposed it made sense.  She had been with each of them through their evolutions.  To them, this must not have been much different.

“You’ve all been through a lot,” she said.  “Let’s go up so you can rest.”

The typically rowdy bunch allowed her to call them back into their pokéballs without protest.  With them away, she turned her attention back to Piers.

“Ann…”  Piers reached out when they were alone.  “Is it really you?  You came back for me?”

One of Annais’s new claws traced Piers’s jawline as she stared deep into his eyes.

“I’m yours forever,” she said.  “We’ll never be apart.”

“Annais…  You look…” Piers eyes lingered on her new form as he gazed down at her.  He had been so distraught; he didn’t catch the transformation her body went through in his arms as it happened.  Though she looked different, he somehow knew she hadn’t been possessed by something else. It was her despite it all.  She’d transcended humanity for him.  Annais caught the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he familiarized himself with her, as well as the tenting in his trousers. “...Ravishing…”

After catching eyes with her, Piers felt like he was in a daze.  He was lightheaded, though that could have been due to how hard he had cried just moments before.  He couldn’t understand himself; it was no time to be randy.  This arousal felt like more than mere excitement from having her back. Nimble fingers fisted his lapel, inviting him closer.

“You don’t mind?” Annais pressed her supple body against his.  The heat from her body was such a stark contrast to how cold she was before.  “I know I’ve changed.  I hope I’m not frightening you.”

Piers shook his head. “I’ll never be more frightened than I was without you.  This?” He let out a shaky chuckle as her bat-like wings drew him into her embrace.  “Christ, Ann.  I thought you were hot before.”

“Eternatus?” she asked, bringing her hot lips to his cheek.  Just that brush of her mouth against his skin had him burning alive and breathless.

“Gone,” Piers replied. “Queso finished him off.  I captured and had Donnie smash the ball. It’ll never escape or hurt another again.”

“And you?”  She stroked his cheek, which now felt like an erogenous zone.  “Are you hurt?”

“Other than how painfully hard ya got me?”

Annais grinned wide, flashing her new fangs.  Piers felt weak at the knees.

“There’s a catch, Nez,” she warned while palming his erection.  “We’re gonna have to produce as many spawns as possible.  That won’t be a problem, will it?”

“Th… That’s fine, Ann,” he managed to stammer out before he devolved into groaning.  Piers’s eyes rolled back at the searing warmth of her touch. He had never been as aroused as he was in this moment.  He had to fuck her to keep her?  Sounded like a win-win.  In fact, she could’ve proposed anything in that moment and he’d follow.  “If that’s what, ah… what it takes to stay with you…”

The reborn Annais was far more dominant than her predecessor, guiding Piers to lay back where he held her corpse just minutes before.  She crawled atop him, pinning him to the rubble beneath.  Her teeth scraped his neck just to drag her tongue across the same surface.  Talons combed through his disheveled hair.  Piers felt intoxicated, he could hardly respond to her advances.  He was paralyzed, unable to assist as she stripped him.  She steadied herself with talons that dug into his shoulders as she impatiently impaled herself onto cock.  The moan that came from Piers when she did was so lewd, he’d be mortified if he wasn’t so thrilled to be inside of her again.  Her cunt was hotter than he remembered, tighter than he remembered. Her velvety walls squeezed his shaft as if trying to siphon the life from him.  The sweet swell of his orgasm was impending a few dozen seconds after she seated herself.  He was unable to ward it off.

“‘M… cummin’, Ann,” he warned, unleashing a torrent of spunk deep inside her.  She was giddy at this announcement and clamped down to ensure he stayed within.  Piers tossed his head back as he emptied himself in her, body quaking from the most intense climax he had ever experienced.  He couldn’t even find himself embarrassed at how quickly he had got to this point.  There was an unspoken urgency.  He needed to fill her as fast and as frequently as he could.

Somehow, his cock bounced back at once, not even granting him a chance to catch his breath.  The refractory period was nonexistent.  Within seconds of flooding her womb, he was hard again before even having a chance to pull out.  Annais had never ceased grinding on him.  Her new body must have been equipped with powers to enhance and prolong this act.  Annais made the impossible possible.  She defied death; she defied nature.  Silly limitations no longer applied to her, and no longer applied to Piers by extension.

“Good boy, Nez,” she praised with a clench that could’ve easily drained him a second time.  Clawed fist balled in his hair, tilting his head back so she could snake her tongue down his throat as a reward.   “Keep this up.  Fulfill our end of the bargain and you won’t lose me.”

His head throbbed from the rapid shift from agonizing pain and overwhelming pleasure.  His eyelids grew heavy.  It was a task to keep them open when they kept drooping shut.  He smiled upon catching the erotic sway of her breasts each time she bounced down his length and tried to focus on that to remain lucid.  He was unsure if this backfired or was successful, as this sent him into another rapturous release.

“Mmm…  That’s it,” she cooed, milking his cock for all it could offer. “Fill me up just like that, Nez.  This is your offering in exchange for me.”

Each lazy thrust into her was now sloppy considering the sheer amount of cum he had already sacrificed. There was so much, it dripped down her thighs and coated his pelvis.  Piers didn’t realize his body was capable of producing so much volume. He grew vaguely aware of the tip of that tail of hers as it caressed his sack.  There was dark magic behind this.  It had to be replenishing him with its gentle touch.  Annais grabbed his wrists, leaned over and guided his palms to her abdomen. Normally soft, it was now slightly taut with the obscene amount of semen sloshing within.  Piers bit his lip, fearing he would soon make this worse.

“Just keep cummin’, baby. Our first brood is nearly complete.”

An eternity of this was a fate far more promising than death.