Mrs. Martinez gets fucked more

"Fill me..!" the blue she-demon growled. Mrs. Martinez shook from the aftermath of the transformation, nearly unable to contain the sheer pleasure that now surged within her body. Her body felt ecstasy many times stronger than any sensation she had felt in her old life every passing moment, a never-ending haze of bliss overwhelming her now corrupted mind. And yet she was not satisfied. She never would. The only thing a succubus could do was to placate her endless hunger for a few passing moments, but never to sate it completely.

Mr. Martinez bent over and opened her mouth, rutting like an animal, spewing copious amounts of pheromones in the air. The incubi around her stepped forward. There were no disagreements between them: they did not argue who would be the first, nor did they even talk to each other. Two boys stayed behind. Keshaun still remain in throes of incestuous lust with Keisha, furiously pumping her ass. Jim was having his dick violently sucked by Jenny. The rest took their place each. Sean began thrusting his golden cock into Mrs. Martinez's hungry mouth. The Latina succubus wrapped her long snakelike tongue in a spiral around the massive manhood, using it to caress it.

The two black guys hit from behind. One charged at her pussy, while the other, whose cock was by far the biggest, struck at Mrs. Martinez' fat ass. A loud scream escaped the demoness's mouth, enough to spit out Sean's cock. But it wasn't pain. The very concept of pain no longer existed in the succubus' warped head - it was now exactly the same as pleasure. The massive incubus rod ripped violently though Mrs. Martinez's blue hole. As a succubus, she could expand her anus to make it fit. But she did not want it. She wanted to be ruined, to be violated and sodomised, to feel the bliss of agony, the brutal cock tearing though her hole. For too long had she been bound by religion, been afraid of sexuality, of her own beauty. Now, she would not just accept sin - she would drown in it. The final boy entered the scene. Nimbly getting underneath her body, he grabbed her tits and plunged his long, but thin cock between them.

Waves of pleasure coursed through Mrs. Martinez body. The level of ecstasy she felt was breaking her mind, orgasm after orgasm. Every passing moment, another ecstatic burst struck her body, countless times stronger than the best of her human couplings. It felt purer. No love, no emotions, just primal fucking. It felt... so... good...

But it was still not enough.

"Mmph! Mrrr! Mrrr!" the blue-skinned succubus moaned, begging more guys to fill her. She did not know how they would fit, she did not care. She was not satisfied. She needed more. It would still not be enough, but it would be better. Closer to the inattainable catharsis of pleasure. The black-skinned two-cocked monstrosity stepped forward, a smile on his face. He growled, preparing to take the woman.

"Let me show you what a real full incubus can do with you, slut." Patrick said seductively and menacingly at the same time, "You won't be able to walk when I'm done-"

"Not now, stud," the sweet voice of his partner rang behind the incubus's ear. Patrick turned off to see Elizabeth looking at him seductively, staring into his eyes, "Remember our mission. I sense an outburst of demonic energy somewhere outside. This whore is already done. We've fucked her hard and she can't be more slutty now. But if we are lucky, we might find someone more innocent..."

The incubus nodded. His partner's logic was ineffable, but still, lust burned in him. He had to make a choice.