Disturbing News...

“Mistress,” Jenny calls to you, “the humans, on TV!”

You scoff at the interruption, as you and your new lover (whom you have named Slut) face her. “This had best be important, whore!”

Although she slinks away, her claw points to the most important detail on the screen: the scrolling bar at the bottom, proclaiming POSSIBLE CURE FOUND FOR LILITH STRAIN.

The four of you hiss in anger, as you fight through your initial urge to punch through the screen. “Sit down!” you command. Your minions instantly obey. Jenny lies back-to-front on top of Slut, gripping her tight ass for balance as her tail probes Slut’s netherhole, all the while allowing the aptly-named she-demon to grope her globes and penetrate her quim. Raven eagerly wraps her lips around your dripping slit, nibbling with her fangs and driving her serpentine tongue deep into your passage.

The screen fills with the image of the roving reporter who tipped you off to the earlier quarantine. She looks disheveled and tired; you wish you could be there now to bring out her foul beauty. She stands next to an older-looking Marine drowning in seventeen pounds of medals, who somehow manages to look dignified despite the erection you’re sure he must be sporting.

“This is Barbara Stokley, live from a classified location within the city. Beside me is Marine Corps Commander Jonathan Reyes, with a discovery he believes could help contain, or possibly even cure, the Lilith Strain victims. Commander?”

The stocky Marine clears his throat before speaking. “Well, Barbara, we actually don’t think, we know, that this method can stop the viral spread, and restore humanity to its victims. Allow me this demonstration.” He steps aside to show an incubus and succubus, bound inside see-through cages and scratching deep grooves in the glass as they attempt to coax their captors inside. You’re quite disappointed that they’ve blurred out their breasts and genitals, no doubt from their human shame and repression that you’ve long since discarded. Several humans in biohazard suits approach the pair, carrying small strongboxes. Beside them is an elderly man, clad in black vestments.

“What’s inside the boxes, Commander?”

He grins in self-satisfaction. “Prophylactics, my dear. Condoms, spermicidal lubricants and foams, diaphragms, and the like. Our laboratory technicians discovered recently that these...well, demons...exhibit a severe allergic reaction to these substances.”

Each of you spit in repulsion of the words. “Condoms?” Jenny groans.

“Dis...gusting...ooohhh...” echoes Slut.

“SILENCE!!” You roar.

“Interesting. Will these devices alone stop the viral spread?”

“No, not by themselves. We do recommend that everyone keep several of these items on their person, for distraction in the event of attacks. What’s special about these items is they’ve been blessed.”

“Blessed?” Barbara looks genuinely shocked. You’re right there with her.

“Yes, by an ordained minister of Christian faith. Now, watch.” He motions to the four-person biohazard team, as one member holds the box while another opens it and draws out the sanctified spermicidal saving graces. As one member flips a switch, the rest hurl their armaments through the small slits that open in the cages.

As the devices contact the incubus and succubus, your brother in sin lets loose with a torrent of semen from his magnificent rod, spraying two of the biohazard troops. While their gear shields them from direct contact, the civilian behind them is not so lucky. Although Commander Reyes attempts to throw himself upon the grenade, he reacts a split-second too late.

“Aaahh!” Barbara screams, feeling the stickiness of the demon cum splash into her cheek and across her face. Before she can stop herself, a drop flies into her open mouth and slides down her throat. She tumbles backwards to the floor, her visage a mess of semen and tears.

“Wonderful!” you hiss, “justice!”

Barbara touches her hand to the mess, crying as she withdraws a gooey web. “No...I...I’m...one of them...I’m doomed!”

“Not yet, Barbara,” Commander Reyes speaks in a soothing baritone, indicating the cages containing two screaming demons. Before your horrified eyes, their skin begins to lighten into their respective Latino and brown hues as claws become nails and fangs blunt into canine teeth. Wings and tails shrivel and wither into nothingness as their skulls and ears retract bone and cartilage into their default rounded shape. Even through the **** blurring, you can tell their impressive breasts and thick erections give way and deflate to normal human proportions; a sudden blotch of darkness tells you they even regrow their pubic hair within seconds.

When the screaming stops (from the TV, but not from your room), the pair open their eyes and wearily survey the room. The male’s are a rich brown, while the female possesses sparkling blue orbs. They both look frightened out of their wits.

“Th...th...thank...you,” the female manages to stutter out.

As the minister walks fearlessly toward the pair (who have been led carefully out of their confinement and into nearby beds) and administers sacraments and clothing to the restored mortals, Reyes calls forward two medical technicians to clean up Barbara and apply treated cream to her exposure. “Fear not, Barbara. You won’t turn, not with this.” These words make you quite furious; you’d been picturing Barbara as a succubus in your mind, and savoring the image of her demonized self.

“I...I hope you’re right, Commander. This is...amazing, absolutely wonderful news! May I ask about the next phase of the plan?”

“I don’t want to give too much away, as we don’t know if any of the demons are watching. However, we plan to commandeer as many prophylactics as possible. We also request that any ordained minister able to perform holy blessings report to your nearest police precinct. You will then be brought by armed escort to a military station for assistance.”

The four of you are silent, shocked, and sobered by the sight on the screen. None of you can think of a word to say.

“I see,” Barbara replied, wincing as topical cream is forcibly rubbed onto her inflamed cheek. “Will this reliably work on all Lilith Strain victims?”

“We believe so, Barbara. Both of these unfortunates had taken several lives during their stint as demons, but this method brought them back to humanity, as you have seen. We will be going forward with this method, as opposed to the rosary shells we’ve previously employed. The loss of life was regretful, and we hope their souls have gone on to a better place. Soon, however, we will end this siege, and no longer live in fear of our own desires.” He reaches off-camera for a plastic bottle of a strange pink liquid. “Please drink this, Barbara. It’s a blessed liquid version of the topical, to neutralize any of the infection inside your bloodstream.”

Barbara nods silently, taking a sip of the bizarre pink concoction as you grab a potted fern from the coffee table and hurl it angrily through the TV screen. “WE SHALL DESTROY THEM ALL FOR THIS!” you bellow, leaping to your feet and knocking Raven onto her back. Undaunted, she crawls onto her knees and resumes tonguing your slit.

“Raven’s masterful plan will have to wait...for the moment. Once nightfall comes, we shall locate that military base, and destroy those accursed...devices! We must, for the survival of Master Satan’s children!”

Your minions hiss and groan in agreement. Hours later, as the sun fades below the horizon once more, you begin to wonder how this may be accomplished.