He satisfies his hunger

“Jim, please!” Yamila exclaims, trying to brake the nurse, who she can now see is hurrying her toward a couch. Curses and sounds of pleasure ring behind her, but she hears nothing. There is only the feel of the fabric under her and the pressure of Jim’s hands on her chest and the taste of Laura’s tongue suddenly in her mouth and the heat, such heat, in her body, coming unbidden.

Her eyes widen as she feels hands on her hips, in her pants, working them down her legs. She whimpers as Jim starts lashing her with his tongue, greedily eating her needy pussy, and it feels so good, the licks and flicks and nips and hot breath on her nether lips. Yamila moans as the worship continues. Has he always been so good at this? Her only thoughts are of fucking, the beast spearing the woman next to her man, Dr. Palmer rutting with Iris, Dr. Owens riding Dr. Smith obsessively. The horrors of the night cycle through her head but grow less awful by the second. All the glorious fucking, all those desires being quenched, all that potential realized.

Laura’s hands belong on her tits, the demon’s tail cock in her mouth, which is handy because they’re suddenly there. Jim’s cock needs to be in her, and it is, ramming her as if enthralled by some illicit magic. Her body sings with pleasure as they play her beautifully and then the symphony around her returns to her ears, the dark chorus that now sounds so sweet, and she thrills anew at the ineluctable knowledge that this movement is ending but many more are to come.