Actually, a road trip sounds like fun for now.

It's not long until the truck starts struggling; from your view high above you can see smoke start to emerge from under the hood as the red glow of the engine block grows to a white-hot burning in your infrared gaze. As the smoke grows more intense, Melissa is **** to pull over and ditch the truck, allowing you to rapidly close the distance between you as she proceeds on foot.

Fortunately for her, there are a few abandoned cars scattered along the sides of the road, no doubt the remains of other misadventures other would-be refugees have had with the Lilith Strain. Melissa doesn't have to walk long before she manages to find one, albeit an older model domestic car that looks like it's even older than she is. You're mildly impressed she gets it started not long after getting inside; most likely the keys were already in the ignition.

You manage to get within dive-bombing range by the time she manages to pull back onto the road. Melissa seems unaware of your presence flying high above her, though by the way she's flooring the accelerator as soon as she gets onto asphalt it seems she's aware that she's likely being pursued.

You take a moment to weigh your options. You know you're going to be busy doing plenty of fucking in the days ahead as you help spread the virus and create more demonic sluts and studs; you'll also have all of eternity to enjoy the luscious, wanton bitch Melissa is going to become once you turn her. There will be plenty of time for all that later. On the spur of the moment, you decide to relax a little and have some "fun" with the still-human Melissa for now.

With a mighty rush of air you fold your wings and hurl yourself down headfirst at the roof of Melissa's escaping car. Braking at the last moment and righting yourself into a feet first dive, you crash through the roof, landing perfectly in the passenger side seat. Melissa screams in shock, then continues screaming at the sight of the primal, muscular incubus seated next to her.

You lean back casually in your seat while wrapping a powerful arm around the back of her headrest and fixing her with an affectionate grin. "Hiya, baby! Did you miss me?"

It takes Melissa a few moments to recognize you, when she does she pauses briefly in surprise before continuing to scream again. Chidingly, you reach over to steady the wheel with your free hand before she strays off the road in her panic. "Careful, baby. You don't want to wreck yourself now when things are just starting to get interesting." As your hot, red claw takes the wheel it comes to rest against her own small hand; you can tell by the quickening of her heartbeat and the quick blush of her face that she's excited despite herself by the contact.

After several moments of you taking no further action on your part, Melissa begins to calm down slightly, her screams cease though her face remains fixed in the wide-eyed look of a cornered deer. No doubt she's starting to wonder why you haven't just moved in to ravish her by now. Grinning, you continue to lounge back and relax, allowing her to fully take in your hard, muscular new body. Taking your free hand off the wheel, you begin to lazily stroke at your impressive cock with your fingertips. Soon you are fully engorged, your mighty throbbing shaft standing tall framed against your glistening, ripped chest.

The powerful musk of your demonic pheromones fills the car. You can smell the scent of Melissa's own growing excitement on her with your inhuman senses. Melissa had already developed an attachment to you while you were her human rescuer; now, seeing the magnificent, corrupted beast her rescuer has become is making her horny despite herself.

With your powerful arm wrapped around the car seat behind her, you begin to whisper reassuringly to Melissa in your low, powerful voice. "Don't worry, I'm not going to take you just yet... though you're free to take me any time if you want. I figure, I'm actually curious to see what you're planning to do from here. How you're going to try to make it through the sex demon apocalypse. So, I'll just sit here and watch a bit, see where you take things. Just a little road-trip, the two of us. Hell, I'm even open to helping out a little... within reason."

"Of course," you add seductively, "If you want to give up now and join the winning side, I can help you with that too. I can make it sooooo good for you... but I'm actually kind of curious how far you'll manage to get on your own."

It takes Melissa a while to take all this in. Slowing down to a more sensible speed, she spends several minutes focusing on the road while trying and failing to keep her eyes off your incredible body and shamelessly bared cock. Finally, she turns to you and sheepishly asks "Can I... do you mind if I touch it? I mean... your new body, I mean."

"By all means." you rumble magnanimously. Hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence spurred by curiosity, she reaches over and begins to run a small, soft hand over your ripped, six-pack waist and hard, bulging chest. After a while, you reach over and take her soft hand with your own powerful grip. She stiffens momentarily in surprise, but relaxes at your patience. Gently but firmly, you proceed to guide her hand in exploring every inch of your well-built physique. You can sense the excitement building even further within her, as she fondles a magnificent, muscular form the likes of which she's only until now dreamt of from romance novels and internet porn.

Finally, as you sense that she's almost had her fill, you guide her hand downwards, to the base of your fully erect devil cock, before withdrawing your grip. Melissa's hand hangs there for several seconds, uncertain, before finally of her accord beginning to gently probe and stroke at your engorged shaft. Your demonic senses catch Melissa's pussy begin to run wet as she feels the heat of your mighty tool as it pulses under her soft, warm touch. As her heartbeat speeds even faster, Melissa begins to grip your shaft even more tightly, jerking it harder and harder as her foot unconsciously begins to push down harder on the accelerator, sending the car racing forward. You proceed like that for several minutes as she pumps your throbbing cock with ever growing vigor, until with a crushing squeeze you spray several loads of demonic cum across the passenger side window.

The explosion of tainted seed snaps Melissa out of her lust-filled haze and, blushing with embarrassment, she withdraws her hand and turns back to the wheel and the road. However, from her rapid, baited breath and engorged pussy your demonic senses pick up that she is still in heat despite herself.

In the next several minutes of sexual peace between the two of you, you take the time to admire her perky, teenage physique. Part of you admires her as she is, while another part imagines what she'll look like once she inevitably gives herself over to Lilith and is remade in the luscious image of a succubus. As you examine her you notice the keys to the car are not, in fact, in the ignition, and that Melissa has actually managed to hot-wire the car. Even in your twisted, corrupted state you find yourself impressed by the 18-year old girl's capableness.

"Hotwiring a car, huh? Impressive." You growl admiringly.

Melissa shrugs, though she seems to enjoy the praise. You feel her growing increasingly relaxed with your presence, your unexpected patience allowing her to become accustomed to the brawny demon beast sharing the car with her. It also helps that her last memories of you were of you as her human rescuer.

"Yeah, there was this guy at school I, um, used to be into. He, uh, taught me how to hotwire a car. Just for giggles, of course."

"Sounds tasty.", you tease conspiratorially.

Blushing, Melissa shakes her head in surprise. "Oh, no, no. I mean, yeah, he was pretty hot, but the two of us never... I mean, I never really got the chance to..." She trails off, nervous, her human inhibitions making her so self-conscious she's unable to discuss her sex life with a sex demon. That'll change when she eventually turns, you think to yourself. Boy, will it ever.

"So," you ask affably, "Where are you planning to go from here?"