Malissa

“Come, Gracie. Taste me.”

Malissa spreads her legs.

Moon urges you on. “Drink her juices, Gracie.”

You slide between her legs and lick. Her folds are soaked. She tastes like rotting fruit, but the flavor is intoxicating.

With a razor sharp fingernail she slices the flesh above her sex. Black blood drips down. You pause, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to stop as her blood mixes with her honey.

The mix tastes exotic. You lick faster, seeking any last drops. You can’t seem to bring yourself to stop.

Mallissa moans. “Yes, Gracie, seal your fate. You will make a powerful demoness and a worthy ally.”

Demoness? You hear the word through a lust induced haze. You look up at Malissa and see red reptilian eyes. Part of you is frightened, part of you is comforted and aroused.

“I wanted to make you my daughter, but I’ll settle for a sister.”

She grabs you like a rag doll and flips you. Her face is deep in your temple and you feel Moon and Marsha licking and sucking your breasts. You feel her tongue deep inside you and her clawed fingers tease your clit. The pleasure is more intense than any you have felt before. You scream as you climax. The pleasure doesn’t stop even as you spasm in orgasm.

For a moment the room goes black and you wonder if it was from your eyes rolling back. You’ve never had so little control over your body, yet you are so awash in pleasure you don’t care.

You lay there as people withdraw from licking and fucking you. You stand unsteadily feeling a warm sense of wickedness wash over you.

Malissa smiles at you. “Welcome to our little club, Gracie, remember to follow you instincts.”

You nod.

“Moon, Marsha, you will obey Gracie as though she were me. Gracie, use them well.”

“Thank you, Malissa.”

You feel like it’s time to go.

“Come girls.” You command them and they follow two steps behind you.

You wonder just how much control you have over these bitches.

“The first thing we’re going to do is get you into some Sapphic Red, Marsha. Is that going to be a problem?”

“Of course not, Gracie.”

You run your tongue along your teeth and feel a surprisingly sharp incisor. You can’t wait to test the limits of your new minions.