Alison check in first ... but not last

Alison awoke the next day after more than fitful sleep for the first time in too long. She had slept, but something still filled her with unease. Her nipples were hard points under her nightgown, and her panties were plastered to her crotch. The sheets were a crumpled mess, as if she had thrashed around through the night. The remnants of a dream faded on the edge of her mind. Apparently a sexy one. It had been ages since she remembered one of those.

Whatever that Alex guy had in that flask really did the trick, misgivings aside, so when she got to work and it was a reasonable time to call, she set up a pickup for that evening and tried to bury her thoughts in the minutiae of numbers.

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After the meeting, Violet went home and watched the late news, which as usual now featured updates on the demon outbreak. And carefully edited video showing the dangerous demons but none of the sexier bits unfit for TV. But also as usual the impossible beauty of their faces, the power conveyed in just their eyes, the hints of curves the network allowed to air were enough to get her thoughts and pulse racing. Her mind filled in the gaps of the pictures so she saw the bulging breasts and throbbing cocks and wet pussies that the creatures flaunted when they weren't fucking each other or their prey. The poor humans apparently always welcomed it, if the reports were true, no matter how they felt at the start of the encounter. Something about the demons made them irresistible, and it wasn't just those sexy curves on the females or the shredded physiques of the males.

But god, they were so hot, she thought as she rubbed one out on the couch. She cupped a breast and diddled her clit thinking of the demons finding her, how it would feel to have one of their thick cocks filling her pussy or a tail testing her virgin ass, how one of their damning twats would taste as they mashed her face against it and **** her to lick her way to her doom. And she also thought about Renee and Bob. Were they fucking now, like she had said? Safer thoughts to think, if still dirty. Was he pounding her into the couch from behind? He had seemed strong under his clothes. And she had been confident and fit too. Was Bob sucking on her firm nipples while he fingered her cunt? Were they using their mouths to eagerly pleasure each other? All the mental imagery was enough to push her over the edge, but something was still missing.

Which maybe is how after work the next day, she found herself knocking on the door of the address she had for the couple, without a firm idea of why she was there. If Renee was surprised to see her, she didn't show it, warmly inviting her in. The living room was right off the entry, and Violet could see the news was on. She settled in to a recliner chair as Renee went to get a drink for her. Bob was on one side of the couch, and they made small chat about this and that for a moment before Renee returned. Then the broadcast inevitably turned to the demons again, although not much was new. Authorities still had no plan, or not one they were sharing, and the sexy beasts were still causing carnal chaos. And titillating her. She found her hand rubbing her crotch before she thought about where she was. She blushed but then looked over at the couple. Just like they said, they were excited too. Bob's hand was inside Renee's shorts, while hers rubbed an impressive bulge in his slacks. They kissed deeply before looking back at the screen. And then the spell broke.

"Ohmigod, Violet! I'm so sorry. They really do get us going, like I said yesterday. Before you know it we get completely carried away."

"It-it's OK. They get to me too usually. Last night I ... masturbated thinking about them. I know I shouldn't but..."

"They're hot, right? Still, it's rude to not control ourselves in front of a guest. I'm sure you didn't come here to see that," Renee said.

"I mean, you really don't need to apologize for being horny."

"Then do you mind if we scratch this itch in the bedroom? We'll be quick and then we can act like civilized adults again and have a conversation not about seductive fuck devils or whatever."

"You don't need to go if you don't want to. I'm OK."

"You dirty girl, Violet! Is that why you came over here? To see me and Bob fuck? Did you come last night thinking about us rutting madly right here?"

"No, I —"

Renee laughed. "It's OK, I'm messing with you a little. I did put thoughts into your head perhaps last night, so sorry about that. But if you're feeling a little kinky, maybe you want to watch a little role play? I've got this little fantasy and Bob indulges me."

"Uh, sure, I guess," Violet said, and Bob left the room. Her eyes bulged when he returned a few moments later. The man was nude and wearing a demon mask. She could now see the lean muscles she had imagined yesterday and the sizable cock that had been hidden in his pants. It throbbed as he observed Renee and stalked forward.