Leave. Don't risk it.

There were too many problems if you did go in. Sure, the door was only creaked open, and you could go in. You could easily open the door fully and sneak in. Try to find something like a book, some blackmail material, or even go into Loona's room for when she would come back home. Would be nice to fuck the goth bitch or make her go crazy by cumming on everything. Maybe it would make her dream about you if she wore it, even if she would wash it.

But there were too many problems. After all, you knew better than most how sounds could easily stop a fucking session. A door creaking open when a MILF's child was curious and you had to hide. Hearing the front door open when a husband came home. Even if they were into it as Blitz and the owl, they would noticed it creaking if it did. And with how he seemed around Loona, Blitz would stop right away and want to say hey.

Even if it didn't creak, there was way too much risks. What if there was a mirror? A reflection where someone spots you? And that's not even suggesting if the two play rough. Blitz throws the owl up, he sees you, and you both just stare at each other. It would just be incredibly awkward. Plus, the rewards would probably not even be there. No book would be in this dump or scroll. Blackmail material? Not really. And even if you came on all of Loona's clothes, they would probably smell it first.

You sigh as you close the door, not letting them hear it. You look down, your snake cocks are still throbbing. Even though you came in that shortstack receptionist, it wasn't enough. You needed Loona's fat hellhound ass to fuck. You needed to make the daughter of one of the people responisble for killing you become yours...

You realize you might have some issues.

But, alas, there was no Loona. And you didn't have her number. And you didn't even have a phone to even call her with if you did have her number. So you just walk into your apartment room. It's like Blitz's. A small kitchen, a living room. Though not really any furniture to sit on. You grumble to yourself about needing to get a job... though a little idea forms in your head about opening a porn studio. Would be the best way to make money with your skills.

You shake your head. You need money to do it first. And right now, you only got a bedroom, which has a bed thank... okay, you need to figure out the God or Lucifer thing. And there's a TV as well. Probably something that all of these apartments had. You smile, that's a lot better of a deal than some other places you've been to.

You decide to turn on the TV, and you feel your cocks harden with so many sluts. Verosika Mayday, a succubus pop star was singing. You didn't pay attention to the lyrics, instead you focused on those huge knockers she got, and how she swayed her fat ass. She knew what she was doing, and you fapped as you imagined her sucking your top cock off as Loona bounced on your bottom one. And you smiled even harder as you switched the channel, and saw another owl thing.

It seemed like the thing Blitz was fucking, but more feminine. Bigger tits, and way fatter ass and hips. She was giving some comments as what you could only assume was her brother talking to the process. And you could tell from her tone that she was a fucking brat. Someone who would always try to act superior to anyone else. And complain when she didn't get her way. Breaking her... man, that would be something.

But you feel your eyelids growing heavy. Apparently being dead doesn't mean not needing sleep. So no more commericals. You go into your bedroom with a mattress that is beyond uncomfortable. And shut your eyes. You hope a bit to dream about one of the bitches you know, or even fucked. Maybe try to see if you could use your powers on them as you do. Or maybe you could focus on one of the new ones, try to get a head start. Maybe even dream about Millie, and how you would break her.

So which one?