Crosses, holy water... the works

Becky enters the room, looking dishevelled and worried. You want to just leap onto her right there, but she's festooned in so much Wiccan and Christian symbology you can't even move.

"Thank fuck you're still here. It's Hell out there - literally." she says, panting inside her cutaway top and long, lacy sleeves. "The fucking demon things are everywhere."

"Really? I've not seen them yet, only on the TV" you say, glad of your skill at lying.

"Well, at least now there's 2 of us we stand a better chance." she says, dropping some of the protective gear. You take advantage of the opportunity to move closer. There is a cut across her magnificently-cheekboned face.

"How did this happen?" you say, running your hand across it. The incubus' touch sends a shiver of pleasure through her, and you can see her nipples hardening undeneath her goth outfit.

"Fucking succubus slut almost caught me, slashed me across the face. Dyke... bitch..." she tails off, as you catch her eye and begin to draw her into your power.

"It's so hot in here, isn't it, though? All that fighting... we need to get you dressed in something a little more practical. Let's take this off..."

You run your hand up her perfect, flat stomach, lifting her black top away without touching the holy symbols she's wearing. Underneath her little braless B-cup tits are almost crying out to be touched, so you run your hands over them, as you cover her mouth with yours. She responds passionately; you always knew Becky had a thing for you, and now you know for certain. Her hand runs up your leg...

You cannot stand human form any longer, and shift back into your natural, demonic form. Becky's makeup-rimmed eyes widen in fear, and she starts to cry out "Get off me you demo-" before you put your hand over her mouth.

"Don't cry out, Becky. We have so much to learn, together..."