In the Black Zone

Greta leads you the entrance of the yellow zone. Mark meets you there. You look at his handsome body and for the first time since you agreed to join Lilapharmatech you feel mixed emotions. In another reality the two of you would have made an impressive couple.

"You ready to become a goddes, Tara? I can't wait. Endless fucking, no more human limitations."

"Yah, I can't wait Mark, of course we don't have long now."

You don't voice your doubts. You reach the end of the red zone faster than you would have liked.

Greta smiles back at you. "Jonathon is even more powerful then you can imagine. He is waiting for the two of you." She opens the door to the antechamber in the Black Zone. You and Mark step in as Greta retreats.

Jonathon, just Greta's mention of his name and you are wet and wanting. You find hard to believe how much you desire this man that you barely know. Imagining him as a god just makes your pussy gush.

The antechamber is dimly lit. You can barely see across it. As your eyes adjust you realize Jonathan is standing across the room. At least you believe it's him.

He was tall, now he is imposing. His skin is red. His chest is perfect. There are runic tattoos on it. He exudes bad boy in a way that makes you want to run your hands along his chest and let him do whatever he wants to you. A pair of horns adorns his head like a crown.

He laughs a malevolent laugh. "Are you ready to ascend?"

Mark steps toward him eager. "I am so ready, master!"

Jonathon laughs and grabs Mark by the neck. Mark is clearly in pain trying to gasp for air. Then with ease Jonathon takes his powerful masculine hands and simply pops Mark's head right off.

Your jaw drops. Blood spurts almost five feet in the air some of it splattering you. After a few moments the fountain begins to shrink as Mark bleeds out. Jonathon casually tosses the body aside.

"Did you really think I'd share?"

You have no idea what he means, but here you are covered in the blood of one of your oldest friends, facing an incubus of immense power, and all you can think is "I want him so badly."

He smiles at you. "I like my prey to understand."

He waved his hand and you feel odd. You realize the mental effects of the attenuated Lilith Strain are disappearing. First, you realize your soul is still your own. Then you realize your body has improved a bit, but you aren't the fantasy fuck princess you saw in the mirror. The virus messed with your perception of the world, making everyone look more sexy.

You look over at Jonathon. Even after all this you want him. You ache for him. You won't run. If he kills you so be it. You only hope he means to fuck you.

"Your turn Tara."

He grabs you by the throat. You can't breathe. You wonder is this the end?