Preparing for dinner.

A couple more hours later, Emilia stirred as cool evening air drifted in from an open window. The alien now puppeting her slid her smooth thighs across one another, and felt a lovely sensation between her ass cheeks. A thick rod was resting there from her fellow host, Malcom. Slowly dislodging his dick from her ass, Emilia turned over to be facing her inductor. She felt her breasts press against his tone pecs from a bit further than they should have. The conversion process had redistributed her fat a little, which should make things more _fun. _Emilia smiled at Malcom, who was awake and smiling at her too.

*SMACK*

Malcom rolled out of the bed stark naked, holding his hand up to his face where Emilia had just slapped him. "What was that for?!"
Emilia had sat up, and was cupping her boobs, sizing them up. "For you taking so long to fuck me into this bitch's ass."
Emilia stood up from the bed now, the bed sheets falling away from her lithe form as it sauntered over to Malcom, who was still nursing his cheek. She wrapped her stolen arms around him, reaching up and kissing gently, and sensually where she had hit him. "There, I kissed it better now."
The pair stood holding one another, their naked forms pressed against one another. Emilia looked up into Malcom's eyes, her own wide and innocent, belying the sinister alien now guiding her every move.
"So where do we go from here? I have another slug almost ready that I was able to gestate while I remodeled, thanks to the generous donations you made to my asshole."
Malcom smiled down at his partner in crime, "Well, my host is here on business, and from what I could tell from the clothes we tore off yours, Emilia here is on business too. How about we go for a work dinner to discuss contracts and liasons. And perhaps we could find a restaurant that happens to have a willing waitress who could serve us all night long?"
Emilia's smile grew into a mischievous grin, pulling away from Malcom for a second. "Now that sounds like a very lovely plan, I had better get out my best dress, and leave some easy access..." with a wink, she sauntered to her wardrobe and started flicking through hangers.
Malcom watched her smooth ass as she was looking through her clothes, enjoying the view. He did then have the thought that he should look the part too. He walked up behind Emilia, and placed a hand between her cheeks, sliding a finger expertly into her asshole and interrupting her appraisal of a silken black dress.
"Now dear, did you only gestate one slug, or would we be lucky enough to have two floating around in you?"
"Oh -UUghh.. hnnnng. Yessss. Give me 5 minutes and a second will be ready, why what are you planning?"
"I am going to get a concierge to collect my suitcase from my room and bring it here. I would hate for them to leave empty handed." Malcom had reached his other hand around to Emilia's pussy as well, and was running his fingers over her extra sensitive clit as well now.
"Oh well in that case, of course we wouldn't want someone to do us a favour like that, not without giving them... a ... tip... hnnnnnnnnnnggg."

It was around 7:30pm, and Alexei was nearing the end of her shift for the day. It had been a weird one. Everyone seemed horned up apart from her. She had this one errand left for a guest and then she can clock off. Alexei was dressed in nice enough grey formal wear. Smart trousers, a blouse and a nice blue bow tie, her blonde hair reaching just past her jawline, the black roots coming through, reminding her that she needed to dye it again soon. She arrived at the room she was to pick a suitcase up from, and saw a bomb site as the door swung open. There was something in the air in the room, not an unpleasant smell, but it was slightly stale. This wasn't the worst she had walked into at this hotel, so she noted to mention this to the front desk on the way out, and grabbed the suitcase she could see on a chair.
She stepped out of the lift carrying the suitcase in her left hand, her right adjusting her underwear as she realised she was started to get a little heated. She would rock her partner's world when she got home, she just needed to drop this last thing off. By the time she got to the door of the other hotel room, where she was due to drop this package off, she was panting a little trying to keep her horny under wraps. She knocked on the door, dropping the case to the ground while she waited for someone to answer. When the door swung open, she saw a drop dead gorgeous woman dressed in a sleek black open back dress, the two strips of fabric barely containing her ample bossoms, and not a lot being left to the imagination. Alexei did her best not to ogle the regal looking woman, and stammered out some words;
"H-hi miss, I have the suitc-case that was requested to b-be b-brought here..."
The goddess before her eyed her up and down, raised an eyebrow and moved to the side of the door.
"Thank you darling, please bring it over to the bed, there's a good girl."
Alexei moved almost involuntarily, she snatched up the case and felt her pussy tingle and legs tremble when she got called good girl. Once she was in the room, she smelled that scent again, this time fresh, not stagnant like before. Was it this lady's perfume? As she deposited the suitcase and turned around, she found herself before a very nude man, and the lady who let her in.
"Kneel." She said it like an afterthought, and alexei found herself on her knees, her pussy gushing at the thought of what would come next.
"Good girl. On all fours." She pushed herself forward, her tits hanging low as she stuck her ass into the air. Craning her neck up, she saw the man walk behind her, but Alexei kept her eyes glued on the succubus commanding her.
"Good girl. Eat."
Alexei watched as the woman pulled her dress out of the way, revealing a smooth, wet pussy ready to be devoured. Alexei barely noticed her trousers being pulled down, and her panties pushed aside. Alexei was busy servicing her new god, drinking her pussy juice and twitching her tongue as far into the hole before her as she could. She grunted when she felt her own slick pussy lips parted by the head of his _wonderfully _girthy cock.

Emilia and Malcom played with their newest toy for a few minutes, before Emilia felt a presence in her pussy, coming from within. She locked eyes with Malcom, giving a short nod to let him know to wrap up soon. Alexei was lost in the pleasure, too lost to realise something was coming. Before she could react, she felt something not unlike a cock push out of the vagina she was feasting upon. She engulfed it without hesitation, pumping and licking it with practiced motions, she had given blowies before and knew what to do. She could feel the thighs she was holding on to shaking in orgasm, and felt the guy cumming hard into her own pussy and some small part of her was amazed that they could be that coordinated in orgasming in unison. She then realised that the not-cock had started tickling the back of her throat, and seemed to show no signs of stopping. Her gag reflex was not triggering though, so she just kept slurping down this delicious thing, feeling herself on the verge of her own orgasm. She felt her lips close around the end of this object, and soon it had slipped down her gullet, and as she felt the last of it leave her mouth, her mind went white with pleasure. Alexei passed out, her pussy twitched in orgasm after orgasm.

Malcom and Emilia stood up over the latest recruit, seeing her pussy spasming and a line of drool hanging from her mouth as she was inducted into their invasion.
"Well dear, the starter has been lovely, should we find a restaurant for our main course? I remember this body going for a meal when she got here and seeing a delightful goth waitress, her pale ass is just begging to home our last slug, and I want to see her black lisptick smeared all over this pussy."
"Very well, goth pussy for main course! Lead the way, Emilia!"

The pair strode out the room, gently closing the door behind themselves to give Alexei the privacy she needed to be assimilated.