A Crossbow

Clutched within Freya's taloned hands is a menacing-looking obsidian crossbow, the Succubus giggles as she lightly adjusts the scope atop the weapon. Aaron smiled as he watched the sluts tit's jostle as the quiver's strap tightly bound them against her voluptuous crimson form. Slowly the former huntress pulled a lone arrow from the quiver and held it before her.

Freya purred lustfully as she parted her predatory lips to mewl; "This crossbow used to protect the innocents from you all, but now it can be used to increase our demonic flock." Amber cast the huntress a dismissive glare. Another mewl slid from Freya's lips as she met Amber's intense gaze before continuing, "Oh don't be so dismissive, slut, let me show you."

Wandering onto the balcony. Freya eased the arrow down between her legs and slowly slid the metallic tip between the slick corruptive folds of her succulent pussy lips. A chorus of illicit moan's slid from her lips as she coated the arrowhead with her corruptive seed. Once it was fully covered she clipped it into the crossbow and took aim at a fleeing passerby on the streets below.

A victorious snarl slid from Freya's fang-tipped maw as she pulled the trigger and sent the arrow down toward her prey below...