Reclaiming Her Demonic Form

As Mari's emotions began to settle, I could sense a subtle shift in her body language. Her posture relaxed, and her gaze drifted down to her own form. Her eyes widened as she noticed her tail, which had wrapped itself around my waist of its own accord. She stared at it in confusion, her brow furrowed in concern. "What's...what's happening?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. I glanced down at the tail, which was still wrapped around my waist, and smiled reassuringly. "It's just your body's way of seeking comfort, I think," I said gently. "You're still getting used to being in this form again." Mari's gaze lingered on her tail, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind as she struggled to come to terms with her new reality. She took a deep breath, and her eyes began to roam over her body, taking in the burnished red skin, the curves and contours of her demonic form. With a hesitant movement, she reached up and touched her horns, her fingers tracing the ridges and grooves of the bony protrusions. She flexed her wings, and they rustled softly as they moved, the membranes stretching and folding in a way that seemed both familiar and alien. Her talons clicked on the stone floor as she lifted her hands, examining them with a mixture of fascination and trepidation. She tapped her claws on the ground, watching as they scraped against the stone, and a low hum of surprise escaped her lips. As she explored her body, Mari's gaze drifted over her own curves, taking in the sensual lines and contours of her demonic form. Her skin seemed to glow with an inner light, and her eyes gleamed with a fierce, feral energy. She parted her lips, and her serpentine tongue flicked out, darting between her razor-sharp teeth. The movement seemed almost... sensual, as if she was reacquainting herself with the sensations of her own body. Mari's eyes met mine, and I could see a mixture of emotions there - confusion, curiosity, and a deep-seated uncertainty. She was struggling to come to terms with this new body, to reclaim it as her own. I took a step closer to her, my voice low and soothing. "It's okay, Mari," I said. "You're safe. You're in control. You just need to get used to this body again." Mari nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. She took a deep breath, and her gaze drifted back to her own form, her mind working to reconcile her restored mind with her demonic body. As she stood there, I could sense the turmoil brewing inside her, the struggle to reclaim her sense of self. But for now, she simply stood, her tail still wrapped around my waist, her eyes fixed on her own form as she slowly began to explore the contours of her own demonic identity.