Bad end: Goodness gracious, girth [G]uzzler

Your steps were shaky, stiff, your movements reminiscent of a marionette being pulled by strings. Cum oozed down between your kegs as you approached Ligeia, who fortunately was too distracted to take notice of your leaky cunt and your cum filled mouth.

There was another imp in this room too. Ligeia held it at bay with her arms outstretched as it furiously tried to thrust its cock into her mouth. It seemed she had resisted what you could not.

The realisation sent a ripple of pleasure down your body, and it took every shred of your strength to not start fingering yourself right there and then. You were so easily corrupted. It was amazing.

Ligeia turned her head towards you but only gave you a single glance before returning to the imp, whose tail began to coil around one of her hands.

"We're under attack," she said, then sprinted at a wall and slammed the imp into it repeatedly. You just stood back, watching the struggle.

Eventually, Ligeia managed to knock it into a stupor, its wings falling limp. Ligeia grabbed it by the cock and threw it out a window. She panted for a moment before turning to you.

"Ashley, are you okay," she asked, approaching to you and taking uou by the shoulders.

"Mhm," you girgle back, and at that point it seemed she knew something was wrong. In horror, she leaned over you and got a look at your back, and the large bulge at the back of your skirt.

You let her reach down to pull the skirt up, revealing the imp that had taken you, now furiously plunging his cock in and out of your loosened asshole, causing more and more of the cum from earlier fuckings to continue dribbling down your legs.

Ligeia recoiled in horror, her mouth gaping. It was then you enacted the imp's plan.

She fought the kiss at first, but you weren't going to let her escape, transferring all the cum in your mouth into hers. It seemed like she was about to pull free for a moment, but then Ligeia took her first gulp of the load and you knew she was just like you now. Enslaved.

Gin found a broken winged imp writhing in pain by the entrance. Her fears had been realised. They were under attack. She didn't have time to finish that one off, instead choosing to make haste into the building, drawing her blade and kicking the door open.

"Ligeia, Shaw," she shouted hoping for someone to answer as she climed the stairs. There was no response. This paniced her all the more. When she finally found them, she wished she hadn't.

"Wh-what are you doing," Gin whispered in shock, dropping her sword and backing away from the scene. The scene of you and Ligeia, with gaping rear holes leaking cum, sharing the engorged cock of an imp.

The sound of her sword hiting the ground drew your attention, and both yourself and Ligeia turned to face Gin. In unison, both your lips curled into cum oozing smiles.

"Shall we make her like us," you asked the imp, but you didn't need an answer, as both of you began to crawl on your hands and knees towards Gin.

She never stood a chance.

The three of you had fallen and become enslaved to an imp, the lowest form in the hierarchy of demons. Such a depraved fate. Such a welcomed one.