Another rude awakening.

You manage to get only an hour or so of sleep before being awakened yet again by loud noises. It sounds like a pack of animals is crawling around on the roof. You have a sinking feeling exactly what kind of "animals" you're dealing with.

Peering out the cracks of the boarded windows, you see it's still dark outside. Leaving your room with rifle in hand, you regroup with Maya and Mick in the upstairs hallway. Like you, they seem to have slept in their clothes this time, in anticipation of having to get on the move in a hurry.

"Fuck, do you think they came after us already?" Maya asks. She's carrying her baseball bat one-handed resting on her shoulder, the other hand holds a large crucifix she must have found laying around. Mick is clutching a large table leg left over from your barricading efforts earlier.

Hearing noises from downstairs, the three of you cautiously head down to see what's going on. You're somewhat relieved to find no demons prowling around. As you wonder where the noises were coming from then, you see ash spill out of the living room fireplace.

"Shit, the chimney!" you should out, dashing towards the fireplace and quickly trying to light a fire to discourage anything on the roof from crawling down through the chimney. As you flip open the gas and search desperately for a lighter, you smell something strange, a rotten cabbage smell that it takes you a few moments to recognize as the distinct odor of skunk.

Before you can find a lighter, a lithe crimson figure emerges from the darkness of the fireplace, crawling on all fours in an unnatural spider-like manner. In shock you fall backwards and regroup with Maya and Mick on the far side of the living room as the crimson figure straightens itself out, leathery bat wings unfurling to their full width as the figure tilts her head up, licking her shiny black lips like an animal as she hisses with a fanged grin. The succubus Kristen gazes seductively at you and Mick, her silky smooth mane of wild raven hair falling across her lithe red curves as black tainted fluid drips from her rock hard nipples and engorged pussy lips.

A second svelte teen demon figure emerges from the fireplace and straightens itself out. Megan looks quite a bit worse for wear than Kristen. Her raven black mane is matted and unkempt, and small black scratches across her face, torso, and limbs show the remains of her road rash from earlier in the night. Unlike Kristen, who stands with a stripper's litheness and confidence, Megan hobbles a bit uncertainly on still injured knees. You're guessing Megan has reached the limit of how much demon-on-demon sex can heal her, and needs to consume a soul to fully recover from the heavy damage you've inflicted on her. Though still possessing a succubus' unearthly carnal beauty, she's taken enough damage to look a bit more like a zombie than a sex demon. She reminds you a bit of the zombified girl from room 406 from Zombieland. Her wide eyes gaze at you with a mix of lust and hunger as black ooze drips from her mouth and onto the floor. You picture the incubi gang-banging her to heal her up to her current condition, filling her with gallons of their oily cum in the process, and can only shudder at the thought of her tainted mouth (or any of her holes for that matter) touching you.

No further figures emerge from the fireplace, and you can hear more heavy movement on the roof. You figure that the large, musclebound incubi, and even the voluptuous fully grown succubus Amanda, would have no chance of fitting through the chimney, but the two lithe teen succubi before you were small enough and limber enough to manage it.

You aim your rifle at the invading demons, though they seem more intimidated by the crucifix that Maya is holding up against them. The two teen demonesses back up against the opposite wall, hissing and snarling.