Olivia's seduction

Olivia true to her name is of middle eastern descent with an olive complexion. Two long black braids tipped with little red bows matching her bright red lipstick hang over her breasts. Her breasts are contained in a white bandeau top through which you can see her nipples. Olivia also wears a short black cotton tennis skirt and black and white striped stockings.

You sit on the couch and pat the spot next to you. Olivia dutifully plops down beside you. Olivia leans in as you put your arms around her.

"So Olivia whats your favorite subject in school?" You ask.

"It was math, but now I'm way to into selling EvilGlam, sucking dick, and eating pussy to care about anything they're teaching." Olivia answers you.

"Selling EvilGlam, sucking dick, eating pussy." You echo Olivia. At the same time projecting images of lesbian lust into the girl's mind and exuding pheromones, you add. "Must be a good time."

"For sure." Agrees Olivia her eyes glassing over as she finishes her thought. "It's fun being slutty and doing depraved things."

"What type of slutty and depraved things do you like to do to the girls at your school?" You encourage Olivia.

"I like to lick them and finger them." Relates Olivia as though talking in her sleep.

"Show me what you do to them." You command.

Olivia says. "Of course." Taking a deep inhalation of your pheromones she gets up, then Olivia positions herself between your legs, and leans in.

"Go ahead Olivia give my twat a nice little tongue lashing." You tell the high school girl.

Olivia murmurs. "Yes ma'am." the lips of her mouth coming in contact with the damp lips of your cunt on the second m.

As Olivia kisses and licks your wet gash. she falls increasingly under the enchantment of your aroma and juices. As Olivia is pleasuring you, you sense two entities enter the house. Silently the pair enter the living room. A succubus sent by Lilah and a vampire from legal. Quick gestures send them to the appropriate bedrooms to assist in the girls initiations. Olivia never looks up continuing to lick your humid sex.

You lean back on the couch letting your clothes dematerialize. Needless to say Olivia is to drunk on your nectar to be distracted from her ministrations. You lay a hand on Olivia's head. You change the images you are projecting in her mind from girl-girl lesbian scenarios to portrayals of demons and their prey and clips of demon-demon action. You know it's not the first time Olivia's fantasized about demons, demon fantasy's being one of the most common side effects of EvilGlam. The more Olivia licks the more you increase the flow of your vaginal fluids, finally releasing an orgasmic appearing discharge bathing Olivia's face with some going down her throat.

Olivia looks up bleary eye'd beaming with intoxicated accomplishment. You lean in and take her chin in your fingers, kissing her passionately.

Holding her face close to yours, you say. "Olivia tell me of your fantasizes."

Olivia blushes. "To be honest I've been having fantasy's about demons."

You stare into Olivia's glassy eyes mesmerizing her. "You are attracted to demons-.?"

From deep in a trance Olivia answers in the affirmative.

You allow the scales to resurface on your body as you take your demonic form. "Do some of the demons you fantasize about look like this?"

Olivia answers in the affirmative.

Psychically making Olivia's vagina wet, hot and badly in need of attention. "Do you find me attractive Olivia?"

"Yes." Gasps Olivia.

"Is there something you want me to do?" Your eyes pulse a brighter red.

Olivia orgasms. "Stuff, stuff to my vagina, touch me, touch me down there."

"What price would you pay to have me bury my face in your hungry gash?" You ask in a teasing tone.

"Anything." Says Olivia throatily.

"Your soul?" You ask flippantly.

"Sure, cool, my soul, whatever." Answers Olivia heatedly.

Rising you recite words in a dead language, you trace a sigil above Olivia's head making the agreement binding. You grab Olivia and toss her on the couch. You kneel before Olivia on the floor. As your mouth touches her hot, wet, young, vulva the deal is sealed and completed. Still you take your time drinking in her essence. Waiting to devour her soul until she reaches a bucking orgasm.

Olivia arises a red demon with black scales on her shoulders, she exudes a feral sexuality, lust and hunger for flesh. Standing close to her you grab the back of her head and pull her into a ferocious kiss. You leave off kissing her and release her. Olivia the new-born demon kneels at your feet and asks you. "What is your pleasure, mistress?"