It's Derek, and he's not looking too friendly.

Blinking water from your eyes, you turn to see Amanda's boyfriend Derek standing on the shore, right next to your pile of discarded clothing. To your surprise, he's completely naked, revealing a nice tan as well as an impressively muscular yet slender physique that has you feeling more than a little jealous. Just from seeing him yesterday, you knew Amanda's beau was athletic, but seeing him in the buff just now makes you realize just how ripped and sculpted the dude is (no surprise why Amanda's so into the guy). You can't help but notice his large cock dangling heavily between muscular thighs; he's definitely impressive, but you note with some pride that your member is at least a little bit larger (even if you can't match the rest of his Chippendales-esque physique).

"Um... hey, Derek. What's going on?" you call out cautiously, feeling more than a little wary at the unexpected and more than a little inappropriate interruption.

Staring you down, the naked young man casually runs a hand through his dark, medium-length hair, standing there confidently raw and buff without a care in the world. A cruel, wolfish grin crosses his handsome boyish features, as he bends down and picks up your rifle off your discarded clothing.

"Hey! Woah, woah, woah! Careful with that, buddy!" you call out, more than a little alarmed.

Not paying you any heed, Derek aims the rifle right at you, a predatory grin still fixed on his face. You're only a few dozen feet away from each other; at this distance he's unlikely to miss if he's even got a little experience with guns.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" he calls out tauntingly to you.

You can only stare in shock down the barrel of the rifle as Derek aims right between your eyes. Seeming to feed off your despair, the muscular young man laughs cruelly, before suddenly shifting like a mirage as a harsh tearing sound fills the air. Before your eyes, Derek's already impressive physique morphs into the even brawnier, sexually potent form of an incubus, tight rippling muscles swelling across his frame as his dark hair flaring out into a wild jet-black mane and his already impressive tool swells into a massive, heinous demon cock. Horns, wings, and tail burst forth and he gains almost a foot in height while his healthy tan darkens to a ominous crimson hue.

"You!" you call out in angry realization. "It was you!"

"Oh, yesssssssss." the incubus that Amanda's boyfriend has become hisses gleefully. "I wasn't really in the mood to share with all those pricks in the mall. So I brought you all out here where I can have all these tasty bitches to myself."

"Not that I'm going to leave Mick out, of course," the incubus continues with cruel satisfaction. "We're best buds, after all. I'll be sure to cut him in on the action once I fuck his soul out and make him my hot and horny incubus bro. I'm even looking forward to double-teaming my bitch Amanda with him. The look on that innocent little bitch's face when we show ourselves to her is gonna be delicious. Hell, since I'm feeling so generous I'll even let Megan's little buddies in on the fun. I'm sure Jake and Warren will make for some tasty muscle-twink butt-boys. They should go well with the saucy little teen sluts I'm gonna make out of Megan and Kristen."

Stepping out of his aiming pose, the incubus extends his arm and waves the rifle at you with one hand. "You, the other hand... Well, you seem like you could be real trouble. A bit too resourceful for your own good. Last night Amanda told me all about how you took on her father... I gotta tell ya, holding her close to me in bed without her suspecting a thing was such a thrill. My bare, oily cock was rubbing against her chest the whole time and the bitch never even noticed thanks to my glamour." The incubus' heinous cock grows engorged at the vile thought.

"Anyway, from what she told me, I knew I had to deal with you first before starting the real fun. Didn't even risk turning Maya yesterday when I had her all to myself. Boy, you have no idea how hard it was to pass up on that tight, tasty piece of ass, even if it was only for a day or two. But Hell, here you are proving my point, up before everybody else trying to find those pesky silver weapons I tossed! Now that's determination. Not that it would do you any good. You underestimate my power!"

Almost as if as a demonstration, the incubus flips the rifle in his hand so that he's holding the barrel length, pulls back his arm, and hurls the rifle at incredible speed far off into the lake. Your initial guess yesterday was right; the demon's got one Hell of an arm, the rifle sails at least a few hundred feet as it flies off into the distance behind you.

You thoughts are racing. The incubus is unarmed now, but that doesn't exactly do you much good. Naked and unarmed, you hardly stand a chance in a hand-to-hand fight with him. Maybe if you can lure him into the water... you've never seen these things swim before, perhaps a fight in the water will give you some advantage. It's a foolish hope, but preferable to the certainty that you'll be utterly crushed on land.

The incubus laughs at your predicament. "I didn't really need that toy. But it looks like you really did. That's too bad. As for myself, well, I still have THIS gun!" Suddenly, the incubus grabs his engorged shaft and fires a jet of foul black demonic cum right at your face.

Horrified, you manage to dodge sideways as the incubus' filthy seed flies past just a couple feet away from your head.

Doing your best to hide your fear, you stare back defiantly at the vile beast that was once Amanda's lover. "Is that your plan? Because if it is, I can do this all day."

The incubus grins cruelly, then shakes his head. "Oh, no. I've got something even more fun planned." With that, the evil creature turns and aims his monstrous shaft at the pile of your discarded clothing. The incubus begins to spray ropy strands of thick black demonic cum all over your clothes, much to your surprise and disgust. It's many seconds before the creature is done, at which point your clothes are dripping with his foul, rank black sexual fluids.

Suddenly, the incubus' image shifts again, and Derek is standing before you once again in human form, this time more appropriately dressed in the dark shirt and dark slacks you saw him in yesterday.

The disguised incubus gives you a wicked grin before turning to the cabins and calling out... "Help!" he cries out, and you clench your fists in rage at the audacity of it. "Help! It's him! It's him! He's the one! Help! Help!"

Quickly realizing what the creature has planned, you rush to the shore, trying to get out of the water as quickly as possible.

Just as you manage to fully emerge from the water onto shore, the others rush out of their sleeping cabins, most of them still blinking off the dregs of sleep. All of them are greeted by the sight of you standing there, wet and naked, with Derek standing off to the side pointing at you and at the discarded pile of your black demon cum covered clothing.

"Help! Everybody, it's him! He's the demon! Look at his clothes!" Derek calls out to the others, with a convincing conviction truly worth of a Hell-born deceiver.

Amanda, still groggy but startled to alertness by the commotion, raises her pistol and aims it at your naked form. She's clearly confused and terrified. Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun, that makes two of you.