Andrea Can't Resist a Good Pitch

The perverse pitch had Andrea hooked, how could she resist having her traitorous date eat her first cum out of the woman he was going to cheat on her with?

Pulling Amber’s pussy juice glazed chin to look up at her Andrea had made up her mind, certain that if Amber truly deserved to be a succubus, she’d resist her need overcoming her personal wants and desires. Provided of course there wasn't some strong remnant need still residing in the changeling from its human progenitor.

“Give him his first taste of that dirty pussy.” Andrea instructed, enjoying how obedient and submissive Amber continued to be as she crawled across onto Ryan’s face, and passionately made out with Anne Hathaway.

Smiling at the glorious threesome Andrea crouched behind Amber whispering in her ear, with a voice deliberately loud enough for Ryan to hear.

“Give up that soul and cum for me.”

Andrea’s words and hands swept over Amber’s skin with a pleasurable surge. Her tongue entangled in seeming knots and length she questioned while eating Andrea out. Her hands enviously fondling the firm perfect breasts before her as her own were fondled in kind.

“Do you think he’s got what it takes to fill my pussy?” The words were moaned softly by Terry as they continued to grind atop Ryan’s cock.

Terry sensed the tenuously hanging soul in the woman before them, a woman whose needs and wants came up short against her simple bliss and pleasure in enjoying herself sexually.

Moaning to the ceiling Amber batted her eyes at the Anne Hathaway look a like, something felt off about her. Something the proto-succubus couldn’t quite place as her valentines red horns reached gently through disheveled hair, her tail wiggled as it developed, and her back distorted with the yet to emerge wings in development.

Ryan in his limited conscious realm had taken firm hold of Andrea’s words, squirming to buck up into Terry with all his ability. Feeling the aching pleasure finally let loose, Ryan felt the sudden terror and realization at what he’d done fade and vanish like a mornings fog.

Groaning in triumphant release for only a moment Ryan took hold of Amber’s hips pulling her pussy tight to his lips. His tongue lavished between her labia, twisting, winding, and reshaping as Amber cried out in pleasurable shock and delight, her want for more reshaping the tongue to feed her wanton desires.

Steadying herself as she tried to process the pistoning dick like tongue penetrating into her, Amber looked to Terry as they displayed an all too familiar trademarked grin of Anne Hathaway's confidence.

“There it is, I know what you'd like.” The brown eyed beauty remarked slowly standing up. Amber clenched her eyes shut for a moment squinting heavily as she questioned what she was seeing.

Ryan’s skin was growing paler, his lack luster muscle definition contouring like a sculpted greek hero. His cock had begun to erode away, pausing as it caught Amber’s attention. The sparse acknowledgement all that was needed to reform and inflate the cock to a strange white pillar of perceived penile perfection to Amber.

Glancing up at Terry, their incarnation of Anne Hathaway had changed. A large strap on being stroked as if it was a cock of their own. Something not too far fetched as Terry had developed it in response to the slightest need they and Ryan had pulled from Amber's mind.

“Well, suck it bitch. You want to have all your holes filled right.” Terry’s Anne Hathaway bluntly stated provoking arousal and slight embarrassment in Amber as her slightest emergent corrupt desire had been laid out so plainly.

Laying down across Ryan Amber thought nothing of the strangely perfect size match for her to 69 with.

Amber’s lips felt strangely alive around the cock, her tongue lapping and teasing it with nimbleness Amber didn’t think to question. Her mind was too busy trying to place the familiar yet shifting taste of the strange cock, cinnamon? No, strawberry… Wait was that a hint of vanilla?

As Amber found her strange growing delight for oral she gasped in momentary shock as she felt Terry tease her anus, the Anne Hathaway facade already fading to abstract details as Terry relished the feel of the tight ass milking their cock.

As Terry synced pace with Ryan Amber’s contented moans grew more prominent in delight, despite the cock between her lips or along her tongue often muffling her.

Amber could feel the changelings void, trying to pull on her character, her memories, her desires, and most importantly her identity.

Amber was ready to release her soul in sexual abandon, feeling the significant decision she had to insist upon. The temptation to let herself go, falling into the void pulling on her with temptation.

But did she want to let go of herself?