No, and surrender will be sweet

Sgt. Foster gulped as she beheld the reborn lieutenant before her, his wicked sneer as he eyed his charge. Her legs quivered as the smell of his corrupted cum and the succubi's juices dominated her senses. She bet on the glimmer of a chance that her brother in arms was still somewhere inside the crimson hulk.

"Henderson, please, let me go. Let me get the others and find a save haven somewhere else. We've got to fight this." Even to Sharon her words sounded like a **** prayer from the condemned, but sometimes prayers were answered.

And sometimes you were royally fucked. Henderson caressed her face with a palm.

"Lt. Henderson's gone. I serve a new master now. It's time you reported." And the former military man slid into the sergeant's slick cunt with a squelch. Sharon gasped and would have fallen over were she not sandwiched between a succubus and an incubus taking her deep. Despair and relief and shame and desire broke against her in waves as the demons enjoyed her before the inevitable end. She couldn't see them but she imagined the depraved antics of the succubi as they watched their latest conquest adding another solder to the damned.

The piercing eyes as the incubus buried itself to the hilt over and over again. Their sinfully supple fingers and tails and blackened tongues busy with slick holes. Pendulous tits shaking as they came on an eager sister. Hands running over unnaturally perfect curves, enjoying eternal delight while consumer by a fire for more more more. Mouths tasting the sweetest juices from between plump lips and pussy after cock after cunt.

Sharon moaned as her thoughts rearranged. Cocks and tails and fingers and mouths on her and in her and waiting for her. The taste of an infernal lover on her lips, the cries of a conquest, the electric thrill of pleasing her mistress.

"Oh, fuck!" Sharon cried. Mistress Lilith. She came as her maker continued plunging his cock into her needy cunt. He guided her to a seated position, and a moan from Sharon was swallowed by the wet succubus snatch she greedily serviced. Mouths nipped at her tits — so full! — and the fantasy became reality. She was ready. She would serve.