Cortney is changing

A gasping cry from the TV yanked his attention back. The reporter’s legs trembled in the air, her heels digging into the succubus’s shoulders as the demon’s tongue worked between her thighs. The camera lingered, unflinching, as the reporter’s back arched violently—her mouth open in a silent scream. Then, Bryce saw it: a thick, shimmering mist rising from her cunt, swirling like liquid silver as the succubus inhaled deeply, drinking it in.

The reporter’s body shuddered violently, her skin flushing crimson as the transformation seized her. Her moans twisted into something darker—hungrier—as her fingers lengthened into claws, scraping against the studio floor. The camera feed flickered, static distorting the edges of the screen as her spine arched impossibly backward, a guttural cry tearing from her throat. Bryce barely registered the change—Cortney’s breasys rubbing agains his bare chest, as she kisses him—but the flicker of movement on the screen **** his gaze.

Bryce’s breath caught as Cortney’s licked at his chest, moving lower. The TV screen pulsed with static, the reporter’s body now fully transformed, her once-human form writhing beneath the succubus in ecstatic surrender. Cortney’s fingers undid his jeans, freeing his penis, wich she gripped and started rubbing.Her tongue flicked against the tip of his cock, hot and teasing, before she took him fully into her mouth with a wet, hungry gasp. Bryce groaned, fingers tangling in her hair as she bobbed, her lips tight and slick around him. The TV’s distorted moans mingled with the wet sounds of her mouth working him—every slurp, every choked whimper vibrating through his hips. she pulled back, her lips swollen and glistening. “You taste so good,” she purred.

Bryce’s hands gripped her shoulders, flipping her onto her back . The hunger in her eyes burned hotter as he pinned her beneath him, his cock throbbing against her thigh. “Fuck me,” Cortney gasped, spreading her legs wider, her fingers digging into his hips. “Now.” He didn’t hesitate. With a sharp thrust, he buried himself inside her, her wet heat clenching around him instantly. A ragged moan tore from her lips—no, not just hers. The TV screeched with static, the reporter’s distorted cries syncing with Cortney’s as Bryce drove into her again, harder.

Bryce’s hips pistoned into Cortney, her moans rising in pitch—until the TV screen suddenly cut to black. A single line of text burned crimson against the void: "LILITH OUR ONE TRUE GODDESS." The words pulsed like a heartbeat, casting the room in a sickly red glow. Cortney’s breath hitched beneath him, her nails carving crescents into his back. Her pupils swallowed all color, black as the static that had swallowed the broadcast. "Bryce," she gasped—but her voice wasn’t hers. It layered, something ancient and hissing beneath it. His thrusts faltered.

Bryce’s breath hitched as he saw it—a wisp of silver, like the mist from the TV, curling from Cortney’s parted lips. Her body arched beneath him in pleasure. The glow seeped from her tendrils of light unraveling from her skin as if her very essence were being pulled loose. Her fingers dug into his hips, holding him inside her even as her flesh grew hotter, tighter—Pinker in hue.Her fingers dug into his hips, holding him inside her even as her flesh grew hotter, tighter—pinker in hue. The silver mist thickened, swirling in the air between their sweat-slicked bodies before fading away into nothing. Cortney’s legs locked around his waist like a vise, her heels pressing into the small of his back. "Bryce..i..i feerl" she moaned—her voice layered with something deeper, darker.

Bryce’s blood ran cold even as his body burned. The realization hit him like a punch—the way she moved, the unnatural heat of her skin, the silver mist. She’d been with one of them before coming here. The thought should have made him pull away, but Cortney—or whatever wshe was becoming—tightened around him, her inner muscles fluttering in a rhythm too perfect, too hungry to be human. “You was ,” he gasped, hips stuttering with pleasure