Flying dropkick NOW!

With a flash you spin around and glance down the stairs, seeing the incubus from earlier standing amidst the splintered ruins of the front door. The corrupted father of the Jennings household draws himself up to his full height, his rippling, muscular form and heavy, engorged cock on full display. On the stairs above you, Melissa can only stare in shock at the sight of the erotic brute her father has become.

"Da.... daddy?", she whimpers, in sudden horror and recognition, frozen in place.

"Go! Run!", you scream at her, snapping her out of her shocked paralysis. As Melissa turns and retreats to the landing above, you turn and, acting purely on instinct, adrenaline, and a long history of poor decisions, charge down the stairs and launch yourself both feet forward at the demon below you. You are rocked by the impact as your full weight slams into the incubus. Despite his inhuman strength he is thrown backwards, likely too startled by the suddenness and sheer insanity of your charge to react or even brace himself.

You have no time to feel any sense of victory, however, as gravity smashes you into the floor, sending a intense, painful shock throughout your entire body. With a heroic effort that takes more willpower than you've ever exercised in your life, you manage to fight through the pain and scramble to your feet, retreating towards the stairs.

And just in time, too, because the incubus has already recovered and charges once again through the front door like an enraged demonic bull, his pounding footsteps shaking the very floor beneath you as his well-muscled form fails to fit perfectly through the opening and ends up smashing a good portion of the doorframe into splinters as well.

Grabbing a nearby coat-rack, you swing desperately at the oncoming demonic juggernaut. The **** of the impact sends the coat-rack flying away and nearly breaks your arms; yet, you and the incubus are both equally surprised as he is knocked back once against by the **** of your blow. You barely have time to take in a smoking gash across his heavily muscled ribs, and a similar burning coming from the gold tip of the coat-rack as it flies down the hall.

Unfortunately, the demonic brute is more prepared this time, spreading his wings and arms to catch the edges of the gaping hole he's made of his own front door, then using his own momentum to launch himself back at you.

Before you can even process the thought of scrambling for the coat-rack or retreating up the stairs, the demon slams into you with the **** of a charging rhino as he tackles you to the floor. The adrenaline racing through you helps dull some of the pain of your abused body, but you quickly feel disgust welling up in you as the primal musk and infernal heat of the incubus' sweaty, heavily muscled form pressed into you. Grabbing the back of your neck with one powerful arm, the incubus slams you hard into the floor, pressing you hard against the wooden floorboards as he crouches on top of you.

You brace yourself for a killing blow, but the incubus takes several moments to size you up. Unbeknownst to you, within his infernal mind the beast's white-hot fury and desire to simply punch through your chest and rip out your heart is wrestling with his raging lust and core instinctive drive to recruit more soldiers for Lilith and Satan's army, and if nothing else you've proved yourself time and again to be a fighter. In the end, just like all other hellspawn, the creature's will isn't entirely his own, but simply an illusion of control as he serves as a tool for the greater goals of his true master, the King and Queen of demons.

With a malicious grin the incubus dives forward and bites you hard on the shoulder, his long, sharp fangs tearing through flesh. As a small circle of blood begins to pool on the back of your shirt, you feel the infernal virus the foul creature carries begin to pump through your bloodstream.

"That should loosen you up enough that this doesn't rupture you.", the hellbeast growls sadistically at you. "Looks like you get to be the first ass I take!"

"Go to Hell!" You yell out in one final act of human defiance.

"Already been, prick! Now you'll be joining me soon!" With that, the incubus tears off your trousers and underwear with his free hand. Holding you down by your neck and the small of your back, the demonic brute slams the entirety of his huge shaft into your unwilling hole.

The pain is greater than anything you've ever felt; you're amazed you're not torn in half immediately. Tainted pre-cum oozes from the incubus' foul cock, coating the inside of your tunnel. Thankfully, the unholy creature's fluids are like a powerful narcotic, and soon the pain from the violation fades before an overwhelming sensation of primal pleasure as the demonic brute savagely pounds into your ass, growling like an animal as flecks of saliva spill from his lips.

The incubus has little interest in drawing out your ordeal; eager to pursue and finally claim his innocent daughters and wife, he acts to turn you as quickly as possible. Sped up by his will, the demonic virus acts rapidly upon your body and mind. Within minutes your body is already shifting to match the incubus' own, growing and expanding with rippling new muscles and darkening, red skin. You no longer need to be restrained, not that he could continue to hold you down much longer as your strength grows to match his own. His hands freed from having to hold you down, the incubus now holds them proudly on his hips, arching his back as he continues to piston into you.

With powerful new muscles bursting forth in your arms and legs, you rise up onto your hands and knees as the incubus continues to ride you, bucking your powerful haunches back against his own muscular thighs, no longer an unwilling victim but rather an equal and viciously eager partner in the savage rutting between the two of you. New muscles develop deep within you that allow your ass to clench and squeeze at the incubus' prodigious cock as he rams into you. Your own erect member, already fully engorged from the virus' influence, grows into a massive shaft to match the incubus' own. As your rutting builds to a crescendo, the incubus tilts his head back and howls as Hell claims your soul through him, and you howl along with him, spraying the floor with hot jets of demonic seed as he shoots his own load into you.

Rising up from beneath the incubus, the two of you face each other down, appraising each other as your sweaty, well-muscled forms hover inches apart. Your inhuman cocks, still fully erect and dripping with the dregs of your orgasm, smack against each other in a foul salute. The heroic human protector that once struggled against this monster is no more; now you are a primal, savage sexual beast, a ferocious brute no different than the foul creature before you. Any lingering animosity between the two of you quickly vanishes beneath the haze of violent lust that fills both of your twisted minds. The two of you exchange wicked fanged grins, feeling each other's infernal hot breath on your bare forms. You know his corrupted mind burns with the urge to hunt down and violate the two young girls who were once his daughters; the same overwhelming urge now drives you as well, the urge to ravish the innocents you were just moments ago fighting so hard to protect.

Grinding your hard, muscular body and massive, engorged cock against his own, you give out an appreciative growl. "Hmmmmm... that was fun. Now... let's go double team those bitches of yours."

The two of you stalk up the stairs, eagerly anticipating what is to come.