Jenny

Boys. It is a singular thought in Jenny’s head. She needs to get ready to seduce them. She struts into her room and heads straight to the bathroom. The Jenny she sees in the mirror excites her. Her eyes are slitted like the other Succubi. Her breasts are positively huge.

She touches one and is rewarded with pleasure and arousal. Thoughts of fucking partygoers swim in her head.

She makes her lips pouty. She knows competition for cock at this party is going to be fierce. She considers costumes, a Succubus cop, a Succubus dominatrix, a Succubus nun, none are good enough.

Jenny has a wicked thought. She giggles as she draws from the well of power within her. Her body changes. The new Jenny is just perfect. The demonic eyes are now a deep pure blue. Her breasts have shrunk to perfect scoop c-cups. She wears a diaphanous dress with nothing underneath. In the right light her breasts are easily visible. White latex panties and cheap plastic wings as well as a cheap plastic halo complete the look. It is deliciously blasphemous.

Jenny struts out of her room her white six inch platform shoes making her ass sway seductively. She enters the common room and grins. Nurse Cathy is taking care of several patients. Cindy is groping several of your sisters in one corner.

To your left Helen, the sororities most religious sister is sitting in fetal position, clutching a cross, and rocking back and forth.

Jenny saunters over to Helen.

She looks up. “Jenny, is that you? Are you an Angel?”

Jenny chokes back laughter. “Yes, Helen. I’ve been sent to help you. I need to borrow your cross.”

“But...but...but...”

“Helen, I’m here to help. I only need the cross for a moment.”

“I...ah...ok.”

She takes off her cross. Jenny takes it, wrapping it in a handkerchief.

“Now doesn’t that feel better? Tell me what you desire, Helen.”

She looks at Jenny a pained expression on her face. “I...I...I want to lick Cindy’s snatch!”

Jenny hides her surprise. She hadn’t been expecting that explosion.

“She’s over there in the corner with a couple of girls. I’m sure she won’t mind one more.”

Helen giggles and strides toward the corner.

Jenny dangles the cross. “Would you like this back?”

“Fuck no! Keep it.”

Jenny chucks the foul object in the trash.

Amanda clears her throat.

“Sisters, The party will start in a few minutes. Have fun, but Jenny, Cathy, Tracy, Cindy, See to it you have an appropriate sacrifice for the black mass at two. We are going to resurrect the Goddess!”