Fight it out

With a growl you charge at the would-be hero, zig-zagging back and forth as you dodge each of his shotgun blasts, snack food and soda exploding all around you from the gunfire. The young leather-clad fighter falls back with each shot; he's damn fast, for a human, but you're faster. As you finally slam into him, knocking the shotgun away with a backhanded swipe, he flicks his leather belt from his pants and begins to swing it like a whip, twirling the metal belt buckle through the air in circles. Smirking, you stride confidently towards him, certain that this foolish display is a sign of desperation. However, the swinging buckle catches you across the cheek in a glancing blow, and you feel a painful, burning sensation on your face as smoke begins to rise from a slashing wound. Silver, damn it, you think to yourself, circling the hunter warily.

"When you get to Hell, tell your bitch Mistress that Alejandro sent you!" the Slayer wannabe shouts cockily, as he aims a strike from the buckle directly at your eye. With a growl you snatch the belt out of the air, grasping the leather just below the hateful silver buckle, and give it a powerful pull, drawing the young hunter towards you. Although startled, he recovers remarkably quickly, drawing a silver dagger from a scabbard on his belt and using his own momentum to aim at blow at your chest as his hurtles towards your grasp. As he tries to bring the dagger down on your heart, you grab his arm and shove it against the wall, squeezing until he's **** to drop the dagger. As it clatters to the floor, you grab his other hand and do the same.

You now have the would-be hero pinned against the wall; your hard, well-built forms mere inches apart as you press into him face-to-face, muscles bulging on both of your figures from straining against each other. The young man's stature is impressive for a human; he's only a few inches shorter than you, and his hard, muscular figure is only slightly less impressive than your own magnificent form.

You're pleasantly surprised as you smell the smolderingly handsome hunter's heavy arousal. Gazing down at his tented crotch, you see the proximity of your glorious demonic form has already made him fully erect. Looks like the well-built young stud bats for the other team. As for yourself, now that the Lilith Strain has transformed you into a perpetually horny, bisexual lust demon, your only real sexual orientation is "Yes!"

Still pinning the hunter against the wall by his arms with your supernatural strength, you teasingly press up against the underside of his bulging crotch with your engorged demon shaft, while leaning your face down mere inches from his. As your hot breath blows against his face, you leer at him and tease, "Well, well, looks like our little demon hunter here likes what he sees. How about it, stud? Want to cum and join the winning side?"

The demon hunter leans his face up into yours, look you directly in the eye. "Sorry, bro," Alejandro confidently meets your rapacious leer with a cocksure grin. "I'd be lying if I said you didn't look like fun, but spending the rest of eternity as a walking dildo just isn't my style." With that, the brash young fighter sudden pushes forward, pressing his hard, bulging chest against your own. As your muscular forms grind against each other, you feel the metal of his silver crucifix digging into your flesh. Suddenly, you feel a searing pain in your chest as sharp, stabbing bolts of agony ripple through your entire demonic body.

With a roar, you release Alejandro and stumble backwards, stunned and in pain. The silhouette of the hunter's cross is now burning on your chest as a smoking, black brand.

As you clutch at your burning flesh, the hunter dives forward into a roll, scooping up his silver dagger from the floor and rising with an upward slash that you barely manage to dodge. Once again, he brings his dagger stabbing downward in an arc, attempting to drive it between your bulging pecs into your black heart.

Once more, you are too fast for the would-be hero, catching him by the wrist. This time, you use his own momentum against him, spinning him around and slamming him into the wall face first. You pin him into the wall with your powerful body once again, this time pressing yourself against his tightly muscled back as his hateful crucifix is now facing away from you, uselessly pinned against the wall.

For a moment you consider what to do with your defeated foe. Part of you would like to just pull his head off and be done with it for all the trouble he's caused you. At the same time, you can't deny his body is in magnificent shape for a human, and with your raging lust and new rampant bisexual urges you can't help but feel a drive to have your way with his magnificent body; after all, the same defiant strength that has made him such an annoying adversary would also make him a powerful comrade as a soldier of Lilith.