Go with them (Warning: Nonconsensual)

I really shouldn't...

Hic! "I guess mom wouldn't mind if I spent the night."

Both Avians smiled and nodded, moreso at each other which seemed a bit odd. Vadam stepped away and paid the bill while Pierre helped her on her feet, a few eyes staring as she felt rather helpless walking on her own. Her vision was getting blurry and soon whatever words of comfort her new friends said became jibberish to her ears.

All she could do was nod her head and say yes.

After what felt like a lifetime, they let go and she was ushered to sit down on something soft and comfortable. One of them said something to her as they sat beside her.

"W-Whaa.."

"I said, are you feeling better, mon ami?" Pierre asked.

"Uhhnnnoo, I feel... sorta hot.."

It was true, for some reason her skin felt like she was burning up and the thought did not cross her mind as to why she wasn't sweating.

"Well zats no good, maybe we remove your clothes to help you feel better, oui?"

Now she could feel a hand brushing her thigh slowly tugging and pulling her skirt above to expose some skin. She shook her head no and tried to pull the hand away, but her arm felt like it was tied under weights and suddenly another hand added pressure to her chest, making her descend on her back as she came to realize she was on a bed.

This doesn't feel right. She doesn't feel right.

What's going on?

"Oh god.."

Nihja sighed, finding it a bit hard to breathe as she now felt her bare legs being caressed and felt. A soft clicking noise passed through the silent groping, followed by another once her dress was lifted up. Looking down she noticed one of them holding up a camera that made those clicking noises.

Click-Click!

"What are you... doinnn?" She groaned, another hand rubbing her cheek and circling her lips.

"Shhhh, just relax oui? We make you feel better now."

She could feel him struggling to unbutton her blouse with wings instead of hands. Soon he managed to undo one followed by another, his other hand tugging away and exposing her chest more and more.

Click!

"You are so beautiful, miss. Such fair skin."

She turned her head only to feel dizzy, a pair of hands now pulling at her blouse up before grabbing her arms and raising them. Slowly they peeled away her dress, their eyes scanning every inch of her skin being revealed as the fabric raised above her belly button and began curving upwards around her breasts. They held their breaths, taking their time to enjoy how tight the material hugged her curves, how round and heavenly they appeared to be, absolutely gorgeous.

"Amazing!" They both sighed, reeling in the experience once her blouse dragged above her nipples, her boobs now fully revealed and no sooner had they pulled it further up and thrown it away somewhere across the floor.

"Back away Vadam, I need a clear look."

Click! Click-Click!

"Breath taking. Had we any lips we would be all over those beautiful mounds of yours. You are quite heavenly, madam, like an angel."

"And now, ze skirt."

Vadam gripped the sides of her waist, stretching and dragging her skirt down and yanking them below her thighs, this time with less care and precaution. It seemed after getting a good look at her tits that they didn't have as much patience to tease themselves now, with Pierre snapping away with each passing second. Only the finest looking photos will be kept by them alone, the rest can be sold off.

"Oh, good to see someone is enjoying zis as we are." Vadam teased, rubbing her crotch and circling around the wet spot formed on the cotton. Nihja groaned and wiggled, attempting to lift herself up and will her body to function enough to get out. This was wrong, so incredibly wrong.

Yet that wasn't all that worried her.

She could feel she was off somehow, like something in her system was foreign to her. Like the way once feels upon clearing their throat, somehow knowing they will be sick the next day. It started as a slight upset stomach, she convinced herself it was her own guilt for having spied on her parents the night before. But that wasn't it, this was different. Much different. Her sisters told her, her mother tried to warn her, and now she felt it was here.

She was having her second puberty, she was becoming a succubus.

"Enough pictures, Pierre. I need to do zis." Vadam breathed as he began to fumble with his own clothing, feeling his stiffness so hard it almost hurt. "So many weeks holding, zat I cannot wait no longer. I have to have her."

Pierre gulped, lowering his camera and witnessing his friend exposed his now hard seven inch member. Normally they were more professional, taking as many erotic photos as they could before having their way. But something about this woman, she was so beautiful, her body deliciously tempting, it was almost as if they were mesmerized by her beauty, her want and need, that the choice was torn from them and in a sence sense they felt **** to breed her. Unbeknownst to them and to Nihja, they were breathing in hormones that made them ready for fucking.

Its the curse behind a succubus, always horny and always thirsty, feeding off sexual juices from either race or gender. Consent isn't always a factor, as the succubus in her most needy moments emanates her sexual hormones around her, making any man or woman near her suddenly horny as well. To compare, females tend to feel a strong sex drive whilst under heat. A succubus never leaves that, not completely, only gaining temporary satisfaction from a good fuck. It was the one thing her family were unsure how to explain, hoping to tell her when she was ready.

Well now both Avians were ready, willing, and definitively eager.

Nihja shook her head while the Avian parted her legs, leaving Pierre holding a camera with shaking hands.

"Vat do you say Pierre? Can I have her first?"