Sex Demons

Betsy expected some sort of crazy demon, or transformation or any of the thousand exaggerated scenarios out there she had faced in the past. What she didn’t expect was all of her expectations at once. The man she approached grew almost a full foot while widening as his muscles toned all around his body. His summer outfit tore and his shirt fell to the stage in tatters while the crotch of his shorts burst, freeing a fourteen inch several finger thick monster.

To make things worse behind him strange pink clouds were spawning different devilish creatures of all different shapes. A few quickly made work of the people around but the ninja watched one tall humanoid with a similar shaped dick feeling her breath leave her. She was severely intimidated by it. The form looked like a man in his late forties but tall, muscular and incredibly endowed. The main intimidating thing about it was how the member was partially blurred by its rapid vibrations.

Stepping out of its way in both awe and fear she watched it walk past. Something about it made it seem so powerful to her. The figure walked past and if the purple haired woman continued watching maybe she would have seen it walking slowly straight for Jean.

Jean, horrified at the beginning of some demon orgy with the drinking teens, raised her hand and tried to control the mind of the being. Her breasts tingled and her pussy shook while becoming incredibly wet. Fuck, the mind of that thing was…wow. Jean stumbled, her legs admittedly weak from touching the mind of the sexual humanoid. Still, slowly the figure approached. Pink eyes watching her.

“Psylocke!” Jean pleaded. “I need help!”

The ninja in question found herself on the stage. Her eyes fixated on the teen’s new titan between his legs. God he was so fucking hot! She just wanted to…she dropped down onto her knees and attacked the member with her mouth. The woman was experienced and began stretching her mouth on it, looking up at the hottie she was blowing straight in the eyes.

The female hero never got a warning. How as the caster of this spell he was potently corrupted. That his precum was able to P1nk a willing woman instantly. Blinking for a moment savouring the taste in her tongue she opened her eyes, large glowing pink hearts inside of them. Hell if anyone told her however she wouldn’t care. She loved being a fucking slut.

Giving him a steamy pout she gave the acting of a pornstar, “Oh my god! I don’t think I can fit this monster anywhere!” She thought a voice called out to her but honestly she could barely remember her name. “Slut, bitch, whore” weren’t called so it must not be important.

Jean turned to run but felt her legs wobble like Jell-o. Whatever her link to this thing had done to her, she wouldn’t be able to run for awhile. She tried to focus her power enough to fly and felt another strong spout erupt between her legs, “Oooaaughh! Fuck!” For a moment her eyes crossed and she blushed imagining her “o face” she had just made. The leader didn’t want to admit it but just trying to use her power had given her a powerful orgasm.

Jell-O walking it was then. Thankfully this being seemed to only walk slowly. Following her wherever she went, but not fast enough to catch up. Being only a few feet away the figure waved his hand and Jean shrieked feeling her skin tight body suit tear completely off her, falling like confetti behind her. She only wore her black lingerie and didn’t plan on sticking around to figure out what it wanted to do when it reached her.

Glancing at the floor she looked for her communicator but it was way too dark and the panting red head feared what would happen if she turned away and bent over from this man. She just needed to make it out of the range of the book so she could use her powers to call the others!

Ignoring her intense arousal and not noticing the faint pink glow in her eyes she took one glance at the stage, frowning at the sight of her friend sucking off a transformed teen like a sex fiend before limping away.

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“But doesn’t any of this even unnerve you a little bit,” the beautiful African Goddess storm asked curiously and softly to her friend as they floated inside the halls together.

“What spells?” Rogue chuckled and crushed a locked door handle, effortlessly opening it, “How’s dat any diff’rent than what we normally face, Sugah?” Her cute scratchy southern drawl helped calm the other woman’s nerves.

Storm at times had been the leader of their team, she had been a Goddess, she had people depend on her for most of her life. But ancient evils often made her feel trapped, throwing her mind back to her trauma as a child. Buried alive, no way to escape! She shook her head, her long white hair flinging about. Sighing she followed her friend.

Eventually finding nothing they got a signal that Jean may have found something in their side of the building. It was stopping her powers or something. They were on their way when Rogue looked about confused. “Ya hear that, honey?”

The white haired woman nodded before turning around. A young, incredibly athletic woman in tight clothes approached, her signature claws slowly retracting, “So you two are still okay.”

“Indeed.” Ororo nodded, “Nice to see another friend. You might be able to track these kids before they release evil into the world.” That was when she noticed the blood on the woman’s knuckles.

The mutant code named X-23 gave a sad smile, “Think they already did, Storm. Surprised none have found you. Had almost caught up when weird winged things attacked. Any others joining us?”

“We ain’t sure who ca’ make it, Tigah.” Rogue smiled, “But glad you did.”

The three rose their hands, the sound of metal ringing as claws extended. Beside them the roof exploded, pieced of concrete, tile and so much more exploded into the hallway. A shadow fell hard onto the ground while a spray of pink ooze jetted onto the floor between them.

In the clearing dust was the remarkably beautiful sister of their friend Colossus. She went by Majik and although Storm had some comments about her gothic and skimpy attire, the giant sword through what looked to be some hellish creature was much more of a priority. “An ancient evil is at risk of being freed through an old magic book..” Her eyes glowed in fury, “And you didn’t think to ask the woman who casts spells and travels dimensions? Who fights creatures such as these?” Her thick Russian accent and her ample model body was distracting in her outfit but she just sighed and her sword vanished. “Some strange summon had just happened. These creatures are almost familiar but I’ve never seen these versions before.”

“Like devils?” Rogue asked.

The Russian blonde pushed her hair back before confidently turning down a hallway, not checking if the others were following, “Unsure. The thing I killed looks like an imp but I’ve never see a tail like it and it was much larger and almost more humanoid. Whatever spell was cast it’s very unique and very old. We need to stop this before the source of the magic gets too out of hand. I don’t think I could face this for too long as it is.”

The girls followed unaware of the rope like tendrils following them in the shadows.