Have some "dinner."

As the drunk gang continued to harass Anni, they were really only tempting fate. Granted, having been born and raised in the Empire to first generation immigrants, making the several guys second generation immigrants, they were somewhat used to supernatural beings. So it would take a lot more to scare them, if at all, than simple displays of demonic power.

Bernadette and Amy pretended to go back to casual convo, as they knew what came next was going to be good, and would indirectly help Anni. Three seconds later, as one of the drunkards began throwing his own taunts at Anni, her eyes glowed red as long, narrow bat wings sprouted from her shoulder blades in a matter of seconds ripping through the fabric of her clothes. With a wingspan of eight feet and 6 inches wide, Anni's wings were by no means spectacular, but it certainly didn't detract from their superhuman strength.

"Woah. Is that all you got? That's nothing. Pssht." The ginger taunted.

"Yeah, some succubus YOU are, ya loser." The tall blond began. "Come on, guys. Lets find a REAL succubus to mess with, haha!"

The drunks began to walk away, towards the exit. Anni grinned, almost devilishly, for as soon as they were right behind her, Anni swooped into the drunks' feet. In a matter of three seconds, Anni morphed into a wide, flat mist onto the floor, swept across the floor to trip the entire gang, and rematerialized at the other side of the room, standing in with her arms crossed and one leg slightly forward. Her wings slightly drifted up and down with each breath.

Anni smirked as the drunks yelped as they fell on top of each other. With seven **** guys now on the floor, they were pretty much defenseless and disoriented. Anni walked over to the pile of guys, heading straight for the ginger.

"Now listen here, gentlemen." Anni began as she approached them, using only her young voice in a stern tone. "I may be small and cute looking, but just remember. Looks. Are not. Everything."

With that, Anni forcefully stepped onto the blond as she leaned down to grab the shirt of the ginger, pulling his face to hers.

"You say you have no soul, sweetheart?" Anni whispered loudly. "That can be arranged. Right. Now." This time her voice was raspy. Before any of the drunkards could react, Anni pulled away held her hand over the ginger's face, and neon green mists suddenly started flowing from his facial cavities to Anni's hand.

"No! Stop! Please!" The blond pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. Within moments, the ginger was dead, and fell back to the floor after Anni finished and let go of his shirt. At this point Anni backed away and the drunks started panicking and climbed over each other as they scrambled to get the fuck out of the place. Anni grinned and snickered as the last one was out the door. She retracted her wings as she walked back to the bar counter, where Amy and Bernadette had stopped their fake convo when the drunks scrambled out.

"No worries. He's not dead. I just knocked him out." Anni commented as she sat back in her seat, and materializing an alien looking beverage in front of her. Amy however, kept glancing between Anni's cool-looking drink and the **** ginger still lying on the floor a few feet from the front doors for a few moments, before turning fully forward. Bernadette gave Amy a quizical look for a second, before facing forward again too.

"Sexy drink, Anni. Is it from anywhere I know?" Amy finally quizzed. Anni suppressed a snicker, looked at her drink before smirking and looking back ahead, before glancing at Amy.

"All I'm willing to say, is that you'll find out when you guys get to Seeg Drack."

Amy playfully made a fake scowl towards the succubus, instantly recognizing it as a cover up name for the star Sigma Draconis.

"Is that where you're from, then?" Amy casually continued.

"That's where my mother is from, but not me. She conceived me with a guy from almost twice that far." Anni also hinted she was unwilling to divulge anymore, but Amy didn't really care at the moment. Again she glanced back at the ginger, biting her lip. Anni grinned and looked at Amy.

"I told you, he's not dead, honey."

"Oh, girl. Its not... that." Amy's mind was going in a totally different direction. Adelle noticed Amy's body language, and couldn't help but smile as well.

"I'm mean, look at that! Free dick just sitting there unused!" Amy was getting wet just thinking about it. The three demons surrounding her couldn't help but laugh.

"I dunno, Amy. I can tell he's still a virgin." Bernadette interjected. "Aren't you one too?" She already knew the answer but asked anyway for the sake of conversation.

"I never said I was." Amy winked at Bernadette as she got out of her chair. She walked over to the ginger and dragged him onto the sofa next to the tree and positioned him upright in the center. Before proceeding any further, she checked ginger's wallet. After a few seconds, Amy saw what she needed. The guy had a free use license. Exactly what she was looking for. "And besides. It's his loss he's not gonna remember losing it to me. Ha!" Amy boasted as she put ginger's waller back where she found it.

Amy magically ripped off ginger's pants and underpants, revealing a micropenis just two inches long, rather narrow, and uncut.

"Holy shit!" Amy suddenly felt more sympathy for the guy. "Welp. Guess this is gonna be the only hint he's got." Amy magically enhanced ginger's size, to about 4 and a half inches long and in girth.

"Oh, pfft. Really, Amy? Really?" Adelle scoffed at her, obviously seeing the whole thing going down in plain sight of the entire basement. "Only four inches, girl?"

"Hey hey hey, cut me some slack will ya?" Amy complained as she hardened the guy's cock and took off her panties, since she was otherwise wearing a purple skirt and blue tee. Her tone changed to a jokingly condescending voice as she continued, "And besides. I have an excuse. My family's women have had crazy tight vags for the last three centuries. So there! Haha."

Bernadette and Anni both glanced in Amy's direction and snickered as they shook their heads while turning back to face the bar.

Amy didn't mind. She was glad the Plutonian government granted free use licenses to Plutonian citizens. Granted it was still pretty unpopular amongst humans, since most recipients were aging male virgins. She cupped her left hand under her pussy, and quietly chanted a spell. Within seconds, her vaginal juices filled her cupped hand, and Amy massaged it onto ginger's cock for natural lube. Naturally, she's kinda having to re-learn some of her sexual techniques, as Amy hasn't gotten laid since at least 2019.

Finally, Amy turned around to position herself above ginger's cock as she pulled back her skirt, and was disappointed to find the gamer trio wasn't checking her out.

"Seriously, guys?" She scoffed. The guy on the yellow computer to her right simply turned to Amy and said, "Ma'am. All our wives are mono. And Jason back there," he gestured to the guy on the black pc next to the pinball machine. "He's the only one who has a dead bedroom, and that is already compensated for by Anni." Anni smiled, continuing to sip from her alien drink now and then, not looking away from it.

"Oh." Amy sighed as she guided ginger's cock to her ripe, wet pussy. Within moments, Amy was overcome with pleasurable sensations as she was finally penetrated. Once Amy had ginger's cock held in place by her pussy, she began massaging her clit as she slowly thrusted onto ginger's throbbing shaft. The stretching of long unused pussy gave Amy mild, sharp stinging sensations mixed in with pleasure from rubbing her clit as she continued to thrust up and down ginger's cock.

Amy continued this slowly, building up pleasure, until at last after 4 minutes, both Amy and ginger exploded in orgasm. The contractions of her vagina onto the throbbing, pulsing cock gave Amy orgasmically euphoric sensations she hasn't felt in YEARS. When all is said and done, Amy magically enhanced ginger's cock again, this time to 8 inches long and 5 inches girth. She made it a grower mainly for the guy's comfort and convenience of hiding partial boners, and put his pants back on.

Exhausted, Amy teleported out without saying another word. She hoped the chronic, inadvertent "teleport tag" with the King would end soon, as she still wanted to talk geopolitics with him just as much as they both wanted in each other's pants.