Craig goes home to Erin

Craig's footsteps echoed in the hallway as he approached the apartment he shared with Erin. The normally comforting scent of their home felt more heady tonight, heavy with the potential for vice. As he stepped inside, the dim ambient lighting painted Erin in a soft, sultry glow, her skin seemingly radiating a warmth he had never noticed before.

She greeted him with a gentle smile, but to Craig, under Onosk's influence, her lips seemed fuller, more inviting. The demon's whispers in his ear painted Erin in a light he hadn't seen before, emphasizing every curve of her body, and making her appear more attractive than ever before.

"How was your day?" Erin asked, moving closer. Craig hesitated for a moment, the memory of Sara's advances still fresh in his mind, and the temptation of the night's party tugging at his desires. He pulled Erin close, kissing her neck, his hands reaching down to grab her ass aggressively. Onosk reveled in Erin's sharp breath intake, feeding off the lust building in the room.

"Rough day," he finally murmured into her neck, "I just need to relax." His tone had a hint of arousal. Erin, sensing his mood, guided him to the bedroom, looking over her shoulder to smile at him sweetly, which he perceived as the lustful gaze of a wanton whore.

Craig's mind raced as they entered the bedroom, influenced by the demon's whisperings. He saw Erin, not as his loving girlfriend but as an object of desire, someone he needed to claim fully. Onosk seized upon this, "Why not show her who she truly belongs to? Make her yours completely."

Torn between his inherent morals and the mounting temptations, Craig struggled. Would he give in to Onosk's insidious persuasions, or would he find the strength to resist and protect the sanctity of his relationship with Erin? The night was still young, and the demon's hunger for lust, fear, and corruption was insatiable.