Heros need to be interviewed

Cheers erupt from the assembled crowd as you emerge from the Humvee with you fellow troops. The doctor and Olivia are whisked away before you can talk to them. You're about to follow when the intrepid reporter, Barbara Stokey, approaches you with her microphone extended and her camera man poised behind her.

"Solider, can you tell us what it was like, fighting off the hell spawn?"

"I'm not allowed to give interviews," you reply, "it's against protocol, ma'am."

Barbara looks crestfallen. You can tell she's eager for a scoop, and you have no intention of letting her down. You just have to play a little hard to get. You watch as Barbara and her young producer make a bee line for their contact, Mary Pearl. After a short discussion, Pearl approaches you, with Barb and the young lady hot on her heels.

"You're to go with Ms. Stokey and her crew to their studio. Full interview, soldier, don't hold anything back."

"Yes, ma'am," you respond.

With that, you pile into a news van with Stokey and her crew. The camera man drives and Barbara is in the front seat. You sit in back with the sound engineer and the producer. In the short drive, you size up your companions. Barbara is the epitome of a female reporter, in her early 30's, she's dressed in a tailored business suit. The skirt is much to long for your taste, at least now, but the blouse dips deep enough to glimpse a bit of her cleavage. Her auburn hair is styled in a tasteful fashion.

Bob, the cameraman/driver is a little overweight and losing his hair. He looks to be a little older than Barbara, but you can't get a good view from here. Mark, the sound man is younger, and decent looking but hardly a model. Finally, there's Amy, the producer. She's the youngest of the bunch, not more than 25. She's dressed in jeans and a hoodie that hide her body. Her dirty blonde hair is hidden by a baseball cap, and she spends most of her time taking notes on her clipboard.

Amy is pressing you for details about your (er, Corporal Vazquez') bio. You make up what you can, mixing in details from you own, boring, human existence when needed.

Once you arrive at the studio, you're seated on stool with Barbara on your left. Amy works at a keyboard to punch up a graphic on the large monitor behind you. It reads "Hell on Earth? - Fighting the Lilith Strain."

Mark rigs up the clip on microphones and attaches one to Barbara's lapel. As he moves to attach yours, you sway slightly to allow him to massage your breast. After this long since your last fucking, it's a wonder you don't throw him down and take him on the studio floor. You know you're releasing pheromones at an astounding rate and notice Bob shifting his pants to accommodate his growing erection.

"Is this going to be live?" you inquire, hopeful that you'll be able to play out what you have planned to the world. Sadly, Amy lets you know that it's going to be recorded. She triggers the lights, and Barb begins her interview.

You do your best to respond to her questions while you stir the erotic stew you're brewing up. You adjust your glamour as the interview continues. Your chest expands slightly. You hair lengthens just enough to show off a shock of onyx in you brown tresses. The face of Corporal Vasquez moves ever so slowly toward that of your own, your eyebrows thin, your cheekbones rise, and your lips swell into cocksucking pillows.

Barb looks flushed. A sheen of perspiration covers her brow. You watch as her thighs squeeze together as she formulates her next question.

"Do you think you'll be able to restore order to the city?"

"Definitely," you reply. "We're going to bring an order to the city, like no one's ever imagined."

"Wanna see how?" you ask.

Barbara is transfixed. The ever inquisitive reporter can only nod to your question.

You smile at that camera, fangs extending. Your, long black, forked tongue licks at your lips.

"We're everywhere, and you don't even know it.

"Best of all," you continue as you rise and walk toward Barbara. "Once you see us."

You drop you glamour. Barbara and Amy moan at the sight. You step behind Barbara and wrap her in your arms. Looking into the camera, you can see Bob has dropped his pants and is masturbating furiously.

"You want to be us.

"Right, Ms. Stokey?"

You slide the tip of your tongue along Barb's neck, and she convulses in an orgasm.

"I'll take that as yes."

"Get all of this boys," you instruct Bob and Mark. You spread Barb's leg's apart and insert your tail into her sodden pussy. You pump it full until your black cum is dripping from her lips.

"Amy, I think you have a real taste for journalism. Come here."

Amy obeys your command and kneels in front of Barb. Tossing her baseball cap away, you pull her face to Barb's pussy, and soon she's licking at the sweet cum that lays there. Moment's later, she's insatiable.

You suck Bob and Mark off in turn as Barb and Amy strip each other bare. Then you send them off to join the fun as you work the camera to capture their orgy.

They copulate in all manner of combinations over the next two hours, switching partners without a second thought. You feel four souls coming loose at once. The anticipation is overwhelming.

Amy has straddled Bob while Barb rides his face. Both women kiss deeply while Mark plows Amy's ass. Amy screams as both men cum within her, but neither stops. Amy adjusts herself to take in their growing dicks. Barb yelps when Bob's tail finds her ass, but she's quieted when Mark stuffs his tail down her throat.

Amy shakes her long mane of black hair over her shoulder and cradles her new DDD breasts as she leans in to nip at Barb's growing tits with her fangs. Barb pulls Amy closer by wrapping taloned fingers around Amy's blossoming horns as wings erupt from each of their backs.

You succubi sisters cum hard and you feel the quartet of souls pass though you and nourish you on their way to hell.

The four newest hellspawn rise and give a fanged smile to the camera. Amy and Barb are sandwiched between Bob and Mark. Each succubus worms her tail into the ass of the incubus next to her. The male demons respond by crisscrossing their own tails into the pussy of the one not currently fucking them, connecting all of them together in lust.

Evil, red, slitted eyes glow with promises of unimaginable sin. Each of their hard, red bodies shines in the studio lights showing the ruthless perfection of their demonic forms.

They kneel in unison before you, showing the appropriate deference to their maker.

Always the dutiful producer, Amy says "Cut."

You switch off the camera and download the digital recording of the creation of your demonic brothers and sisters to the computer system.

"You can release that interview when I tell you to," you instruct your minions. "For now, get me back to the base and continue working under your human guises. Feel free to corrupt any humans, but only when it's certain you won't be discovered.

The demon news crew accepts your instructions and returns you to the base as Corporal Vasquez once again.