Unexpected Guest

“I really do like this neighborhood, it’s so nice and peaceful!” said the stranger as she made her way to the home of John and Brenda Newman. She walked up to the front door and turned the knob, only to find the door locked. “Oh the perks of being me!” she said as she reached into her cleavage only to pull out a key to the Newman house’s front door. With a quick click, the door was unlocked and the Newmans had a new guest that they did not know of.

“Brenda, my dear, I’m here!” said the sultry voice as she walked through the living room. “Hmm…” escaped her lips as she noticed the furniture was pushed all over the place, as if a scuffle had occurred. She continued into the kitchen to see an even more disturbing scene. The table was ajar, the plates and food on them were scattered across said table, and the chairs were on the floor. Now worried, the mysterious guest knew her dear Brenda was in trouble and resolved herself to find the milf.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

A scream echoed through the house. Brenda! thought the woman as she tried to figure out where the scream came from.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

An even greater yell made its way through the house, with its origin clearly from the second floor.

“Must be in her bedroom!” deduced the woman, who quickly leapt from the base of the stairs to the second floor. She made her way to Brenda’s room with inhuman speed and was about to burst through the door when it was opened to reveal Brenda passed out on the bed and a teenager at the door.

“What are you doing here?” a shocked John exclaimed.

“You!” spat Riska.

“Yes, me! This is my house, after all. So,” John said, his anger rising, “what are you doing in my home?!” a **** John asked the succubus, erecting a barrier around the two.

“Oh, ho ho, so you can make barriers!” said the sly Riska, her hands resting on her cheeks in a mocking way. “As much as I would love to give you a good pounding,” a smirk spread across her face, “I’m afraid I don’t have the energy to. Not after the pounding you gave me yesterday,” a wink followed Riska’s words.

“You won’t get away from me!” yelled John as he charged forward, his new axe materializing in his hands. Riska quickly teleported behind John, him spotting her lying next to his passed out mother and somehow bringing her into the barrier. Her hands gently stroked her cheeks, a look of love on her face.

“I was gonna ask your mother here to help me feel better,” Riska told John, whose grip on his axe tightened with every word the demon spat out. “She’s so very good at, ahem, healing people. As it looks like you just found out.” Riska’s smirk bloomed into a full blown smile as she pictured what must have happened between John and Brenda. A shiver travelled along Riska’s body as she imagined the taboo act happening in front of her. John’s eyes couldn’t help but watch her generous cleavage jiggle as she shivered.

“Fine, don’t answer. It doesn’t matter since you’ll be dead!” roared John as he began to rush towards the demon and his mother, only to stop as the demon teleported back to the doorway.

“Now, now! I can’t have you hurt my precious Brenda! But to think you’d risk hurting her just to kill me. Who’s the real demon here?” questioned the succubus as she stared directly into John’s eyes. She saw the anger fill his eyes, his breathing quickened, and his grip even tighter. “Here’s an important tip sweetie,” Riska started but pausing to pucker her lips, “make sure your opponent can’t escape your barrier!” said the succubus as she blew John a kiss as she left his barrier.

“What? No!” cried John as he saw his enemy disappear before his eyes. He quickly dismissed his barrier and moved his head from side to side, scanning the room for Riska, only to see nothing. He quickly bolted out the room and down the hall to the top of the stairs. There he saw the tail end of Riska’s hair turn the corner towards the front door. Not wanting to lose his prey, John slid down the banister of the stairs and hit the ground running after her only to see the front door slam shut in front of him. John burst through his door only to see an empty and quiet neighborhood.

“Fuck!” screamed John as the anger of losing his prey washed over him. He punched the side of his house, an indent formed around his hand while the wall slightly shook. John sighed and muttered under his breath about forgetting how strong he is now thanks to his STR capstones. John made his way back inside his house and checked on his mom, who was still passed out thanks to her overwhelmed emotions earlier. Seeing that she was safe, John made his way to his room and collapsed on his bed, not quite ready to go back to his kingdom quite yet.

So, that demon Riska has ties to both June and my mom. But what ties do my mom and June have? I mean, they both have high LIB scores, so maybe the demon can somehow sense that? Or maybe they are in some sort of sex cult? No, those two wouldn’t be in a sex cult… right? John’s mind raced as he tried to connect the dots between these three people. He taxed his increased intellect to try to find connections when there were none to be found. After over an hour of attempts, John decided he did not have enough information to solve his puzzle yet, and thus put it aside with other mysteries he had to figure out once more information had come to light. And with that, John decided he had enough of this day and went to sleep.

Riska’s Brothel

“To think that twerp removed my lust from his mom!” yelled Riska, her voice nearly drowned out from the moans that surrounded her. Her den of flesh was Riska’s pride and joy. The moans of countless men and women, nothing more than simple lust generators at this point, echoed throughout the room. All around her, various people and creatures paid her for a night with one of her many living onaholes, meant to be used by whoever was willing to pay. Her young age group sold surprisingly well, but the big new boom was in MILFs and Brenda was to be her prized piece, but John Newman took that from her.

“Mistress Riska, you have returned!” a prideful teenage looking girl said. Riska turned to face the petite girl, no more than 5’5” but with modest B-Cup breasts and a firm ass. At least, that’s what Riska’s customers saw, Riska saw the girl’s true, demonic form. A bright-eyed young succubus trying to get her first chance to prove herself at Riska’s Palace of Pleasure.

“Yes, Talia, what do you want?” asked the annoyed madam.

“We have the room prepared for the new arr-“ Talia was cut off as Riska’s hand found its way to her throat.

“We will not speak of that. Contact Dalgeth, he owes me a favor which I intend to call in,” she said in a calm but aggressive tone. Talia did her best to nod her head but Riska’s firm grip on her neck complicated matters. “I will have Brenda Newman! Her boy won’t stop that broodcow from giving me all of that sweet lust she can make!” declared a determined Riska. “Lilith will be revived, and the world shall fall to her might!” Riska released her grip from Talia’s throat as she brought both hands close to her well-endowed chest in a loving manner, fond memories of Lilith flooding Riska’s mind.

“Of course, Mistress! Do you really think that this one woman can provide that much lust to revive her?” asked the young demon girl.

“Of course, sweetie,” a now gentler Riska responded, who held the younger succubus close as she stroked her hair. “Her and June Summers, those two have that special spark needed to revive our progenitor. And with her leading us, the demons shall once again rule the Abyss!”