On the Wall

You throw the black liquid and Cassandra simply steps aside, twisting. Not a single drop touches her ivory dress. She turns to face you.

Her eyes are pure milky white. A pair of small black horns protrude from her forehead. Her dress fits her body tightly. Her ass is a perfect pear shape. Her breasts are large and held tightly in place. The front of the dress has an enormous v cut into it, exposing her bare sex. You amend your thought. It showcases her sex, which is hairless and sewn shut with a silver wire.

She smiles at you showing fangs. “Hello, Trent.”

“How do you know my name?”

She cackles an evil laugh. “Trent, I’m a demon seer, I see everything. The order was foolish sending a girl with even the tiniest spark of power to hunt demons. Of course it will be the last time they make a mistake. Their destruction has been preordained. My master Abbadon is destined to rule this world.”

You are horrified. The corruption of Cassandra fails to arouse you.

“Well, now what should we do with you. Clearly the Elise and the good doctor foolishly rushed your attitude adjustment. Your destiny is quite heroic. I can’t have that.”

You decide you need to run. You turn toward the exit only to find Cassandra blocking your path.

“You should be more angry your god has forsaken you.”

She touches you with a black fingernail. You feel anger flow into you.

“Now let’s change your destiny, Trent.”

She palms your head and you feel dizzy.

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You open you eyes. Lilah sits on top of a desk, her legs spread, showing her sex.

“Now, I want leaders who take what they want. Who wants Lilah?”

You have a strange sense of deja vu, but more than anything you want Lilah. You stride over to her, dropping your pants. Your cock is erect and ready. Of course, if you get to take her, you’re taking her how you want.

You grab her shoulders, pushing her back and exposing her asshole. You plow your piston into it. Lilah’s eyes widen in shock, for just a moment. Then she begins helping you fuck her harder.

Her hole is hot, lubricated, and tight. It isn’t long before you cum. You pull out, wondering what happens next.

Abby grins at you. “Most impressive, Trent. Now what should we do with the others.”

You feel anger rise up. “Kill them. I don’t like rivals.”

Denise and Timothy look shocked and horrified.

Abby grins like the Cheshire Cat. “You heard him, guards. Kill them.”

Two burly men grab Denise and Timothy. In moments they’re gone.

“Trent, I can’t tell you how impressed with you I am. I think you’re just what The Company needs. I think you’re just what I need. Give your soul to me and I will make you my second.”

The thought of that kind of power arouses you. You nod.

She is on you before you finish nodding. She pushes you to the floor, knocking the wind out of you and begins riding your still hard rod. She is less skillful than Lilah, but still unrelentingly uninhibited. She begins to chant and trace symbols on you chest. You don’t resist as she shoves her hand through your sternum. She pulls out a glowing orb and devours it whole.

You cum. You feel strange, powerful.

“There, Trent, it is done. Clean yourself up. There is a washroom down the hall.”

You feel your Master’s power and obey. You step into the bathroom and examine yourself.

A pair of black horns protrudes from your forehead. Your eyes are a sinful flat black. A pentagram with Abbadon’s symbol is carved in your chest. You look at your cock and it has doubled in size. You flick a finger and a razor sharp cat-like claw extends. You grin showing fangs.

You slip into a human skin and head back to your office. The next week is a blur of decisions, killings, and fucking.

You hear a knock on your office door.