It's Violet again

Initially, it had been just Alex and Carla. Then they had welcomed Alison, Shawn and Violet to Lilith's fold. Now their numbers had more than doubled again, and it was time to spring their trap while they still had the element of surprise. Their new brothers and sisters were hungry, and Buchanan Falls would be savaged in short order.

"Can the virus lay latent?" Alex asked innocently as the meeting continued. "I mean, what if you were being, uh, intimate with your partner and it activated? It's hard to know what's safe anymore, and not being with Carla would be very hard." She patted his leg, thinking about the joyous way they found Lilith together at Patricia and Alyssa's.

"I think all the reports have been clear that it's contact with contaminated fluids that's the problem," Chet said, not noticing a huffing Violet whose tits had swelled larger and was gripping her chair tightly. "I don't think there's anything to worry about."

"Urk!" Violet gurgled. Eyes swiveled to the woman, who now was convulsing. Exclamations broke out, with the volume growing louder as she tore open her undershirt. Her full tits broke into view, the nipples somehow slick with milk. "So fucking horny," she moaned, squeezing her tits. The corrupting liquid smeared over her hands and her ample breast flesh.

"Need to be fucked," Violet purred before leaping on the neighboring Stefan. She planted a kiss on his lips before Chet and Father Cho leaped out of their seats at last and dragged her away, instinctually staying away from her tits and hands.

"Restrain her! Someone look for something to hold her!" Alex and Carla ran out of sight after volunteering to "look" for rope or ties.

"Nooo," Violet wailed at her condition as her captors tried to deduce exactly what was happening.

Quinn flinched as she felt the hand on her thigh. She looked over and saw Shawn with a shy smile.

"Are you, umm, horny, too?"

"What? No!" she lied. The itch that began with seeing Violet masturbate had flared anew with seeing her panting in need on the floor half naked, held down by the support group leader and religious man. Although Violet seemed to be lost in a delusional fantasy, this was no time to be thinking of sex. So she did her best to tamp down the arousal that swirled within her.

Chet and Father Cho were finding it harder to keep Violet down. It wasn't that the woman was resisting. They were sweating with the effort, their grip becoming slicker. And slipping hands tend to lead to accident, like coming into contact with things you shouldn't, like dangerous foreign substances. Chet found himself stealing more glances of Violet's chest, her mounds so full even on her back. And her perfume ... whatever she was wearing was making him hard at the most inappropriate time. He hoped the couple found a solution quickly.

Miranda's chest pounded. Jamal had locked eyes with her as a smile crinkled his mouth. Was he ... into her? She was old enough to be his mother ... his very dirty mother. She shook her head, trying to shake out the crazy thoughts. She was married, she had three actual children at home to get back to. So why was she fantasizing about a near stranger and wondering if he had a big dick? Seeing Violet worked up was obviously getting to her.

Stefan was no longer bored. His eyes roved the room, seeing if any of the women were showing signs of being as horny as he was. One kiss from Violet, and his libido was going crazy. He tore his brain from sex and tried to count sheep, name his favorite restaurants, anything to create a distraction.

And then with one violent curl of her body, Violet shook off her captors and pounced on the off-balance Chet. She ground her still-clothed pussy on his face, and he grew rock hard. Violet tore open her sweatpants and swept aside the incongruous red pace panties and smeared her juices on his face. The trapped man couldn't help it; the creature above him was intoxicating, so he began to lick her folds. Tentatively at first, and then with more vigor as she vulgarly urged him on.