Paranoid? Not exactly...

You begin to wonder what’s really going on in your mind (and pants, for that matter). Maria and David remain in the dimly lit corner of the hardware shop, their bodies held close together. You can make out muffled sounds, of...what, talking, moaning, what?

“Hey,” Angela whispers, kneeling beside you. “You okay?” Her hand rests rather provocatively on your thigh, straying toward your crotch. Your erection rises in anticipation.

“Hey, hey...what’re you...”

“Taking the edge off,” she sighs, “Like Maria suggested. If we’re too horny, the demons can find us more easily.”

“Uh, but, won’t they be able to sense...”

Angela pays little attention, her focus and hands intent on freeing your member from its prison. “We need...I need...”

“Angela...stop,” you **** out with a gulp, trying to **** her hands away. “This...this isn’t right...”

“No, no it is,” she moans, “we need to do this...to keep them away!” Despite your efforts, or maybe because of them, Angela soon has a firm grip on your shaft.

“No...no...you’ve gotta...stop...” Her pumping is just what you’ve needed but couldn’t admit, and the descent of Angela’s mouth over your cock head only amplifies that.

You reel in the wetness of her mouth for a seeming eternity, until a shriek from the corner breaks your reverie and Angela’s rhythm. You look across through hazy vision to the source of the sound.

The two silhouettes remain, though you can see they’re discernibly more naked. Hers is also quite spastic. Moments later, you understand why.

“Shit...Angela...”

“Oh Christ...she’s...” The poor girl sounds as if she’s coming out of a trance.

David’s shadow begins withering and twitching as Maria’s expands to reveal horns and wings and tail. You suddenly realize she was huddling with David not only to conceal her true form, but also to feast upon her husband. The succubus shadow hurls its withered male counterpart across the ceiling, foreshadowing the crash of David’s drained corpse through a display of weatherproofing.

You and Angela drag each other to a vertical base, though not soon enough to escape Maria’s graceful swoop. She stands proudly before you, cupping her heavy tits and drawing a snake’s tongue across her lips and chin.

“Thanks for the lust boost, Angela,” she sneers. “You’ll make a fine demoness.”

“No, I wont’!” she screams, tugging at your arm to hasten your flight.

“Ooh, too late now,” Maria laughs, waving a talon in shameful gesture. “You know, that little suck job you just gave him,” she pauses to work her tail up her ample cleavage, “that must’ve caught the attention of every demon in a three-block radius.”

You’re about to make an escape attempt, when the air outside is pushed by the beating of countless wings. “The demons,” you gasp, “they’ve found us.”

Your succubus captor licks her lips. “You’re fucked!”