What next?

A plan is hatched

“Now, who else is here, my dear fuckslut?” you say, as she bobs on your tail cock.

“I know there's a few doctors on duty,” Iris says, taking your meat out of her mouth. “Palmer and that tasty Owens and the asshole, Smith. Jim and Yamila are around somewhere. They're nurses like me. Well, not quite like me. … Jason is on security, or at least he should be. And a couple of lab techs ought to be handling tests.”

“What about patients?” you ask, already pondering the quickest and most delicious way to corrupt the staff.

“There are a few in the ward,” Nurse Fuckslut says. “But surprisingly not that many. I wish there were more souls to take for Lilith.”

“Plenty to start with. Let's go get those doctors.”

Given the hour and the low patient count, Iris knows where most of the doctors will be: the break room. She has an idea for a solo mission, though, that will free you to hunt in the rest of the hospital, and you have to admit it sounds like a good idea.

What next?

A plan is hatched

Who do you follow?

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The Lilith Strain

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