Cum like a demon.

You still cannot really believe this can be happening to you, knelt on
the floor a scant few feet from the doorway to your safe, familier
apartment. A male demon towers before you, his skin bright red and
leathery bat like wings unfolding as he grips you firmly by your long
black hair and thrusts his huge cock deep into your throat. Between
your legs is a female demon, once your neighbour. Her mouth clamped
tight onto your shaven brown pussy, with her long forked tongue so
far up your vagina that the forked tip occasionally reaches your
cervix.

Your can feel her claws digging into your buttocks as she pulls them
open and the cock like tip of her tail pushes at your ass then slides
up. Lynn's tongue withdraws from your pussy, but is immediately
replaced by the tail of the incubus and Lynn's tongue turns it's
attention to your aching clit. The cock in your mouth and the two
tails in your ass and pussy all begin to thrust, shaking your body
like a rag doll.

The incubus pulls your head even tighter into his crotch till his huge
red balls begin to slap against your chin in time with his pistoning
hips. Faster and faster the tempo of your fucking increases whilst
Lynn's tongue repeatedly lashes at your clit like a miniture whip. At
long last you feel yourself going over the point of no return and as
you cum in long shuddering spasms the cock in your throat seems to
explode and boiling demon spunk floods down your throat. Your orgasms
hit you wave upon wave, once, twice, three times till you lose count.
Finally you seem to be cumming continually and your body simply can
take no more, the corridor seems to spin and darken and you black out.

When you come round, you are laying on your bed. Your pussy, ass and
throat are all sore, but you are alone. Your vibrator lays on the
floor, could you have caused all this soreness yourself in some
delirious state? You check your bedside clock, nearly two hours have
passed. If what happened was real and not just some crazy dream your
transformation will begin anytime now. Quickly, but unsteadily you
rush to look at your reflection in your wardrobes mirror.