Interlude three: Inflight entertainment (Heline P.O.V.)

The man who followed you into the bathroom of the Hong Kong international airport is your tipycal middle aged Asian business man.

“Knock knock,” he says in his hesitant English.

You turn around and smile.

He walks to the booth where you’re waiting for him, closes the door behind him and wraps his arms around your waist. You kiss him tenderly. You can feel him already hard against your belly. Your hands slide between your pressed bodies, you unbuckle his belt and open his pants. The small dick that appears doesn’t bother you. At this point it’s not the quality that matters but the quantity. And this small issue will soon be solved. You let your fingers runs gently against the trembling skin. He lets out a silent grunt of appreciation.

You’ve been preparing for this all your life. Daughter of two pious Christians you didn’t wait for puberty to rebel against your parent’s strict morals. You’ve always known that you have been put on this planet to serve the Dark Lords. Your only regret is that you were born too late, too late to witness and experience first coming of Lilith. But the powers of Hell do not rest and you’ve always felt that no matter what your human brethren would do to prevent it, a second coming was at hand. Single and lonely child – your birth was too much on your mother and she lost the ability to give you brothers and sisters – you had plenty of time to plan and fantasize. You were thinking on getting your hands on a grimoire to invoke some hellish fiend and offer him your body but, all in all, your new friend Sara made this so much easier for you.

The man’s seed is still deliciously coagulating against your inner thigh as your board the plane to Manila, your next stop. You follow the stewardess to the first class leaving behind you the tourist class with the uncomfortable seats and lousy company. The first class lounge on the second floor of the old Boeing 747 is half empty. You seat and look around. You’re surrounded by the usual first class crowd: three caucasian businessmen and at least six of the Asian counterparts, a Chinese oligarch with his younger wife, a couple of wealthy tourists... Except for the wife of the oligarch you’ll have once again to settle for the crew for the inflight entertainment.

In the wake of your transformation you left Sara’s flat and left the city. Your new body begged for sustenance and pleasure but you **** restraint on yourself and you flew for two full days and two full nights before reaching New York. There you arranged for an appointment with the CEO of a random multinational company. He needed some convincing but after a long and steamy interview he agreed to sponsor your little project.

After the plane has stabilized at thirty thousand feet, the stewardess brings you a glass of Champagne. She looks young, no more than twenty five. You can’t wait for your fangs to desecrate her delicious neck and your tongue and tail to ravage her holes. You thank her. She turns around and walks up the aisle to prepare the dinner.

For a moment you sip on your glass, enjoying the moment of rest. Finishing the glass you stand and walk in the trail of the stewardess. You’ve done this so many times now that it has nearly become a routine. Whit her colleagues managing the passengers you revert to your natural form and let her admire you in all your glory. Soon all you’ve wished for is granted. Your tail up her ass, your fangs on her back your slowly devour her soul. Back at your seat you let the lights go off enjoying the last bits of your dinner.

“Excuse me, can I seat there?” the Oligarch’s wife asks pointing at the empty seat to your left.

You smile and nod. She sits there waiting for you. Not so long later you invoke you tail and let it discreetly slide under the blanket covering her legs, into her twat. She shivers as you forcefully drive it into the exquisitely tight pussy. You can feel her soul slowly dissolve. Her fingers are deeply buried inside you. The girl reaches the orgasm the same moment you do. She falls asleep by your side, finishing her transformation. You can hear the stewardess moaning behind the closed curtain as she takes her first victims.

You’ve been travelling the world for the last week and a half spreading seeds of hell all over Europe, Africa, the Middle East and now Asia. The news is starting to report the outbreaks of Lilith strain in your path, but your job is not done yet. After Manila, you’ll fly to Indonesia, Japan and Australia before reaching your final destination New Zealand and then, only then, you’ll rest. It took the lord 7 days to create the world, it’ll take you 14 to destroy it.

Manila’s morning sun hits you when you exit the plane. In the terminal you wave at your twelve new minions that go about their new business of spreading the love of the Dark Lord. Your next flight is in six hours, more than time to have a nice bite on the locals...