You failed at the hands of the Demon King
A dark, barren battlefield. The wind howls as you, the Hero, stand before the towering Demon King Malrath. Your sword gleams with justice, and your beloved Princess Elara watches with hope. She is also pregnant of nine months and is carrying your baby.
Demon King Malrath: Foolish mortal! You think you can defeat me?
You charge, slashing at Malrath. His power wanes, and he collapses to his knees.
Princess Elara: Finish him, my love!
But Malrath smirks, summoning dark magic. Black tendrils wrap around you, paralyzing your body.
Demon King Malrath: You are naive, hero. Watch as I remake you!
Your body shrink, softening. The sword you had falls as your once-muscular form turns into a feminine one. Your armor slips off, while your chest grows into large breasts, thoughts grow dark as your heroic memories fade. You clutch your head, struggling to hold on as whispers fill your mind. Your level drops from 289 to only 1, strength fading. Your voice grows soft and seductive, your body fully female, the feeling in your crotch disappears away and your new uterus with ovaries forms.
Demon King Malrath: Welcome to the demon world, succubi.
Memories fading, replaced by sinister desires. You glance at your new form, every inch now a succubus, the pinacle of feminity.
Demon King Malrath: Soon, you will forget who you were.
Your mind, soul and very being embody the darkness, a perfect succubus being created to manipulate, seduce, and feed on the energy of men while your IQ decreases into unintelligent succubi mind.
Princess Elara: My hero is gone, replaced by the most sexy girl!
She carries you and smiles at your female giggles, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead gently.
Princess Elara: My adorable submissive demon woman~ You’re mine now, and I’ll take care of you forever! 💕♀️
She carries you effortlessly, your soft large breasts pressing as you cling to her.