Jack opens the door to the Master Bedroom

Jack grinned at Tina's whispers, her breath hot against his neck. He kicked open the right-hand door, revealing a cavernous master bedroom draped in shadows. At its heart stood a massive obsidian-framed bed, layered in black silk that drank the dim light.

Tina clung to him as he strode toward it, her legs locked around his waist. The moment his foot crossed the threshold, searing pain tore through his shoulders. Leathery wings burst from his back, shredding the air with a wet *rip*. Scarlet skin crawled over his muscles as they thickened, arms swelling with inhuman strength. Twin horns erupted from his forehead, curling backward like obsidian blades. Below, his cock thickened and lengthened, pulsing with dark energy against Tina’s thigh.

Tina arched against him, gasping as her own transformation seized her. Her breasts swelled beneath his hands, heavy and round, while crimson skin swallowed her fairness. Horns pierced her skull, gleaming like polished jet. Wings unfurled from her spine—thin, membranous, and powerful. When she lifted her face, her eyes were voids of endless black, depths that promised oblivion.

Jack slammed her onto the silk. The fabric hissed beneath her heat. She writhed, her thighs slick with need, the Sigil tattoo pulsing above her sex. His new demonic senses drank in every detail: the musk of her arousal, iron-tang of the Hell-forged bedframe, distant screams from the haunted house bleeding through the walls.

He drove into her. Her cry echoed—half agony, half ecstasy—as her inner walls clenched around his inhuman girth. Each thrust scraped her cervix, igniting phantom sparks in her womb. She clawed his back, drawing blood that sizzled against his skin. "More!" she snarled, bucking against him. "Fill me!"

Beyond the bed, shadows coalesced. A succubus materialized, naked and grinning, her tongue tracing needle-sharp fangs. Then another. And another. They crawled onto the silk, hands roaming Jack’s thighs, Tina’s breasts. One pressed her mouth to Tina’s, stealing her moans. Another sank teeth into Jack’s shoulder. Pleasure-pain lanced through him, fueling his frenzy.

Jack roared, slamming Tina deeper. Her wings beat wildly, tearing silk as her climax ripped through her. Her scream became a chorus as the succubi echoed it, their bodies shimmering with stolen energy. Power surged into Jack—raw, hungry—as Tina’s pussy milked him. He came violently, jets of dark seed filling her. She convulsed, shuddering, her tattoo blazing crimson.

Jack hauled Tina up, her body slick against his. The succubi slithered toward the bedroom door. Tina sank her teeth into his shoulder—a branding bite—and blood trickled into her mouth. Power surged through him, her hunger echoing his own. He seized her hips, lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around him, impaling herself on his shaft with a gasp.