Dark Fantasy RPG adventure

You and your friends who grew up in a small village to the south became the Hero's party, destined to defeat the Lich and save the world from his tyranny. You, a somewhat useless carrier, are constantly belittled by the rest of your party as your whole purpose is to carry gear for the crew. This includes Davis, who at one point was your best friend. However, once he became the Hero and you became a Carrier this all changed - you start to notice Davis and the others slowly become more and more insulted and disgusted by your presence. One day, you're in a dungeon seeking another useful artifact to help the party fight the Lich, when you all reach a rather odd looking trap - it looks like an ancient, alien, evil sexual device made of several tentacles and a pillory. You're about to suggest giving the device a wide berth when you suddenly feel both of your arms grabbed and your gear stripped from your body. "Hey, You, we're sick of you slowing us down," Davis sneers as two of the other male members of your party drag you over to the odd trap. "So, this is where we part. We don't need you anymore." They cruelly shove you into the occult machine, the entire party cackling like demons as the machine gets to work, changing you from the inside out. The last thing you remember before you pass out is their mocking laughter as the machine violates your body and soul... When you wake up several hours later, the eldritch machine has deposited you on the ground. Your once decent penis has now been replaced with a soft vagina, and you can feel a pair of small horns jutting from your head. A pair of tiny wings flap behind you and you now have a spaded tail that flits back and forth. Your womb feels warm - checking it, you see a small lewd crest marked on your lower abdomen above your soft pussy, showing that you've been cursed. There's a mirror a few feet away from you... Class: Lesser Succubus Level: 1 Hunger: 0/50 Corruption: 0/100 Spells: Draining