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Chapter 11 by Jnightshade Jnightshade

Take her?

Patience

Your new demonic nature makes patience very difficult, but you trust your new demonic powers. You pull up your pants.

“Wow. That really is impressive, Jessica.” She turns. “Fuck! We have a package to deliver. Ready to head back up to sixty nine?”

Are you ever. “Sure.”

You take the package and head toward the elevator. You make sure Emily has a perfect view of your tight ass as you sway. You feel her stare and smile.

You step on to the crowded elevator. A woman in back wears a red latex catsuit. You see through her glamour and know she’s one of your sisters.

Another woman is pale, ageless, and blonde. She isn’t a demon, but you’re quite certain she isn’t human either. The elevator dings for the twelfth floor and she gracefully steps off.

Soon you reach sixty nine. You make a bee-line for Lilah’s office.

You step inside. A red headed, buxom, supernaturally beautiful Lilah relaxes in an ornate desk chair. Her glamour vanishes leaving a creature of pure lust, a vision of carnal delights.

You kneel before her.

She laughs, the dirtiest, most sexual laugh you’ve ever heard. “Hello, Jessica. You may drop your glamour.”

You let go of the magic, marveling at your flawless red skin and improved body.

Lilah stands up. “Jessica, I do like to get to know my new recruits.”

Her tail plunges into your pussy and you moan like the hell whore you are.

“So what are you planning on doing with your prey?”

You are so aroused it takes you thirty seconds to realize she means Emily.

“I...I don’t know.”

She picks up the pace, giving you a petite orgasm.

“You have three choices. You can fuck her tight little slit and enslave her, devour her soul, or recruit her for me. It is your choice. However, the faster our number reaches six hundred sixty six, the sooner I can send that pompous princeling Abbadon back to hell.”

With the last sentence she goes deeper, harder and faster.

“Oh, FUCK!”

You explode into orgasm.

“I will leave the decision up to you.”

You manage to squeak. “Your package.”

She takes it from you and flips it into the trash. She then waves her hand to dismiss you.

You exit.

On the way back down to three you grab coffee. You swirl your juices into the black aromatic drink. You hop back on the elevator.

What awaits you on three?

More fun
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