Halloran certainly is

The observation room was the scene for a detectives reunion like no other. Corrupted Detective Halloran somersaulted backward, landing on the balls of her feet on the floor, between Larry and Sandra. She turned to the latter, and her face broke into an evil grin. Sandra seemingly had a split second to take it in, the demon's crimson skin, the white horns rising straight from her forehead, the sculpted arms pressed against the floor like Louise was a sprinter ready to break from the blocks, before she leaped forward and locked Sandra in a kiss. She swirled her tongue in Sandra's mouth, taking more than any human kiss could, and leaving something behind.

Getting a female playmate would be nice, but she misses your cock, so she turns to face Larry, whose cock is now painfully pressed against his pants.

“Don't think I've forgotten you,” she says, grabbing the outline of his cock. Larry groans. “Sweet Jesus!”

Halloran laughs. “Sweet Lilith is more like it. How much do you want to fuck me, Larry? Stick your little dick in my nice pussy? I bet I wouldn't have to beg you.”

“N-No!” Larry exclaims, his mind fogged with lust. He's been married for 14 years, he can't just go off fucking some demon, even if she used to be his partner and is stroking his clothed cock. Even if she does smell sweetly of cinnamon and clove, orange and honey. Even if her perfect tits are headed for his face, the thick nipples oh so juicy, droplets of black ichor hanging on the areolae.

Wait, headed for his face? Halloran clamps down on his cock, causing him to cry out and allow her tit to pop into his suddenly open mouth.

The former detective amazingly tastes more intoxicating than she smells, and Larry can't help licking the swollen tit, switching to sucking when there's nothing more to lick.

“Yes, that's more like it. How much do you want these titties now?” Halloran asks, backing away from Larry. “What would you give up for five more minutes with them? Your job? Your home? Your wife? Laurie doesn't have tits like these, baby,” Halloran says, cupping her breasts and tweaking the nipples, “and she certainly doesn't fuck like me.” On cue, her tail runs along her swollen pussy lips, then dips inside her cunt.

The demon chuckles. “You want to come over and pound me, don't you, Larry? I miss having a fat cock in my hot little cunt. I need more cock, Larry,” she says, her tail lazily sliding into her pussy. “Give me that cock and your soul and you'll feel better than you have in your life. Come over and fuck me to live. Maybe Sandra can join the party, too. I know she's a dirty slut like me. Do you want to fuck her, Larry?”

“No!” Larry shouts with a remaining shred of self-control.

“Aw,” Halloran pouts. “Not your type, Larry? Maybe you want to watch me fuck your wife in her tight, little cunt then? Fuck her until she screams and begs for more while you wait to take us both? Or maybe you can't wait and you shove your fat cock in this delicious ass while I take her soul? I bet that sounds really good, Larry.”

“I wouldn't, I can't...” Larry mumbles.

“You will,” Halloran says, smiling, wagging her prehensile tongue.

“Sandra, get out of here!” Larry growls desperately.