No.

Flashing her light a few more times at each of the people sheltering on the church grounds, Judy lowered the flashlight with a broad smirk, a single hand popping the sparse buttons holding the front of Judy Norton’s shirt together.

As the shirt parted like drapes opening upon a stage, two gravity defying cantaloupe size breasts came to be flaunted. The platinum blonde glimpsed away, a quick head nod to a nearby figure presenting her quickly with a spotlight as she dropped her long metal flashlight to the ground and locked her hips resting her hands upon them.

“Can I ask you a question?” Judy inquired, sliding g her hands up to cup, fondled and squeeze her large breasts, toying with the deaths head barbell piercings. “They feel so full, and hard… Aching to be touched….”

Matthew slowly shook his head, trying to blink away the blinding flashes from the glare of the light upon his eyes in the dark, negatives of the super imposed images blurring the vision of the stripping officer mere steps away.

There she was, standing before him, more exposed by the moment.

Visions of her super imposed around her, hand cuffed on her knees, a ball gag fucking her mouth. The images flooded through her corruption, her falling as a human soul.

Her ascension as a succubus.

Her sharing her fate with others.

As Matthew mindlessly stepped forward, mentally stupefied and trying to process the images, the sounds, and get back to thinking her felt the hands wrap firmly around him from behind.

Judy smirked, seeing the wide eyes, the void of thought, as the red haired woman grappled her companion from behind. Hand spread, calming and gripping the firmness of his chest, the bulge of his arousal, and anchoring them in place.

Irene wasn’t firmly here mentally, she saw not Judy, or the obscene visions inflicted by her flashlight upon Matthew.

The corrupted light had given greater enlightenment, greater vision.

“No… We mustn’t…” Irene rambled mindlessly, “We’re waiting… Hoping… Salvation… Is…”

Irene’s mind was in awe, glimpses of the sisters, and their mother being consumed sexually in the heart of the beast of Astaroth. The room they stood in grabbing them, binding them, violating them.

Filling them with more, and greater tonic taint.

Irene sensed what she was lacking.

Her soul was forfeit to keep living, but her soulless existence felt her lacking fulfillment of the pact. A fulfillment she now recognized, and yearned for clearly.

She was akin to the succubus before her.

Her soul being strung along by its forfeit mortal coil like belonging left in a vacated house. Awaiting its new owners’ renovations.

She was a faded echo, falling into an eternal void awaiting the next sound of her incarnation.

Slowly, stumbling back mindlessly. Irene backed them away from immediate salvation. Suffering with her incomplete damnation.

Gripping Matthew’s crotch knowing the salvation its use could bring them both.

Tripping on a backwards step they both fell, breaking their trances and heralding them both back to reality.

Matthew panicked, at first in alarm at how his mind had been so engrossed with immersing himself in experiencing the feel of fucking Judy, of feeling her drain the humanity from him, of enduring his body being twisted and remade for the use and pleasure of another.

As he shook himself from those thoughts feeling mortified, he realized he’d fallen on Irene, scrambling off of her, then crawling over her in a panic to see if she was okay.

Irene groaned long and deep, squirming slowly, as if lazily twisting amd stretching, her breath heavy, and focused. The t shirt was some how wet, contouring to her body and despite the dim lighting clearly flaunting her pancakes cleavage, tipped with hardened nipples drawing Matthew’s gaze.

“God… We gotta… Get off…” Irene panted, her chest heaving with heavy breaths, eyes clenched shut.