And Gwen gets to decide

The Sport Bar, as it was known, was not a very special place. You could find a million establishments just like it across the world. Its wood-paneled walls and low lighting created a moody setting that was perfect for twenty-somethings from all over town to congregate, eat, drink, and converse. As Gwen gazed around the crowded inside from the front door, she was a little disappointed at how familiar it all was.

The bouncer held up the ID to her face, then handed it back without much more than a second look. Gwen took it, looking at the face on the card. Daniel’s average male features curled into a smile. Of course he was his normal self, why wouldn’t he be? Gwen chuckled. Four bodies in, and body theft wasn’t getting old anytime soon. She wondered how many she’d get to possess before she inevitably went to Hell.

That thought concerned her a little. She’d been raised to think that the Underworld was a dark and foreboding place of pain and ****. But her time with Lilith—and her transformation to full demonhood—showed her it might be anything but. What would it really be like down there?

‘Daniel’ felt a nudge on his shoulder. ‘Jeff’, his old college friend (of course inhabited by Lilith) gave him a confident smile. “Ready for some fun, bro?” He asked in his usual tone of voice.

Gwen gave a reply, still surprised a little by the deep tone of her voice. “Fuck yeah, dude. What’s the plan? Pick up some girls, skin ‘em?”

Lilith raised her male brow, giving a sly look. “Actually, I think it’s time to let you fly.”

“Meaning?” Gwen asked. The two moved to a nearby wall, taking in the rest of the scene.

“It means, you get to have some fun on your own! You’ve got a few hours left as a guy. Do whatever you want! Fuck a girl, fuck a guy, Hell, don’t fuck anyone at all if that’s what you prefer. Get creative! Get out of that body and find a new one.” ‘Jeff’ patted his friend’s chest.

The prospect of being left to her own devices made Gwen equally intrigued and nervous. “Are you sure?” She asked. “Can’t we just go ass-fuck in the bathroom or something? What are you gonna do?”

“While a bit of butt stuff as two hunks does sound appetizing, I think I’m gonna go pick out another girl to get into.” Lilith decided. “Being a guy is great and all, but a mortal girl’s skin is just so… comfy. Like wrapping yourself in a nice, warm, flesh-blanket. With nice tits.”

Gwen was a little weirded out by that notion. “Well, ok then… Are we gonna meet up later?”

“Sure. How about tomorrow afternoon?”

“How am I gonna find you? You could be literally anyone.”

Lilith laughed. “Don’t worry, young one. I’ll be in touch.”

With that, ‘Jeff’ walked off into the crowd, leaving Gwen alone. She watched as the succubus that corrupted her went over to the bar, immediately talking up a busty redhead nearby.

What would she do now? It wasn’t until now that Gwen even considered what she would, or could, accomplish. What did she want to do? Lilith had once told her she could possess people in many, many ways, and the past few days had made that abundantly clear. But what were the limits of that power?

Gwen wiped her forehead, seeing it come back slick with sweat. Whatever she decided, she realized she needed to decide quickly.