Anne Hathaway

Ryan could hardly believe his eyes, but found himself unimaginably drawn to the approaching beauty.

Ryan’s mind wanted and tried to question not seeing her earlier, rational disbelief drowning in lurid temptation as it tried to pull him free of the depths of perversion.

The confident steps of the naked 5’8” brunette however seemed to draw all his attention. The perfect hang of her C cup breasts dropping below Ryan’s sight line as they pressed against him, smiling red lips curled upwards as deep brown eyes locked with his.

“You’re a little over dressed to meet my needs.” Anne Hathaway remarked teasingly, her hands roaming across Ryan’s body before finally settling into place gently stroking his cock. “Of course, maybe you prefer it that way.”

As Anne slunk down to her knees Ryan scrambled to lose his jacket and shirt. As the delicate tongue teased his aching cock Ryan groaned in relief, finally feeling like his pleasure was getting some where, his recent fear and concern re-submerged beneath the corruption in his body.

Anne moaned contentedly on his cock, delighting in finally being able to resume what they enjoyed most. Since Bernadette had been ripped from the succubi ranks most of the demons had steered clear of the changelings. Unwilling to risk losing themselves to the depraved need that reshaped those demons to fulfill desires.

As Rachel and Bernadette were busy with Laurie adding Laurie’s boyfriend to their ranks. Terry felt drawn over here. Their androgynous form reshaping as they honed in on the target they were feeling drawn to. Taking the shape of a past fantasy, too good to be true, too unbelievable to pass up. One first conjured up when Ryan first watched Havoc.

The succubus that was holding him taking leave as Terry’s abstract body took shape and colour. Andrea delighting as she could see the approaching changeling for what it was, and delighting in what it would do.

As Ryan tried all he could to cum in climax between the perfect actresses lips on his cock he groaned and looked at Andrea with envy. Andrea held herself a foot on Amber’s shoulders heavily. The pink haired girl moaning into the succubus's clit as she was happily fucked by Andrea’s tail.

“Mmm… Do you want to put it in my ass?” Terry tempted in a perfect rendition of Anne Hathaway's most alluring voice. “Because you can. I think you’d rather lie down and have me bounce my pussy on that cock though.”

Stepping back Ryan ignored his thoughts on how this was too good to be true, how could he not? Rushing to strip the last of his garments Ryan crouched down and kissed Anne passionately, before kissing down her neck and groping the too good to be true body.

Everyone else was fucking, at least he was going to be fucking someone human. The angry determined thought loudly muted the objective perspectives in his mind as Anne slowly laid back, moaning softly like Ryan always imagined as he mouthed and sucked hard on her hard pointy nipples.

As the sweet tainted milk rolled over his tongue Ryan felt little added corruption, his libido however jumped into overdrive as the Idol manipulated the soul it could have claimed alongside Andrea’s.

The hotel was about more than sanctifying ground, bolstering demonic ranks, and grabbing further foot hold upon the human realm. It was just as much about diversifying its ranks, enabling strategy in place of simply attempting to overwhelm.

“Harder! HARDER! FUCK ME LIKE THE SOULLESS LEGIONS AROUND US!” Terry cried out, rejoicing in the identity they were milking from Ryan’s mind, each thrust of the cock into the changeling allowing one more thread of the woven fibers of Ryan's character to be pulled free.

As Ryan mindlessly fucked he slowly lost recall of his date Andrea, the woman he had intended to cheat on her with, even who the bride and groom had been. Moral restrictions on what you should and shouldn’t fuck fell to the wayside after his memories.

“Give it… Give… it… to… me…. ALL... OF… IT…” Terry gasped and moaned as they pulled Ryan ever closer to fully relinquishing his soul.

Slowly Ryan was fucking for the sake of fucking, his mind at an increasing loss for much else. As his pace slowed and his body gave in to fatigue his Anne imposter easily rolled them over. Her confident perfect smile conveying some evil intent as she bounced atop of him.

“Yes… YES… MORE!” Ryan found his mind increasingly blown away by the flawless version of Ann Hathaway wantonly fucking atop of him as his cock grew ever closer to bursting its seed free within the unprotected vagina.

Shivering in delight Terry felt their form begin to fade, the desires, and fantasies in Ryan being further absorbed, leaving behind a void of want and neediness that would bind his soon to be soulless husk to eternally change forms as it sought to fulfill its own inner void.

Catching Amber’s gaze as she screamed out in pleasure, horns and tail taking shape Terry nodded for the forming succubus to come over. “Don’t you think he should taste the sloppy seconds he’s welcome to?”

Smirking at the changeling Andrea inherently knew what fate awaited those who carelessly fucked with them. She just had to ask herself, did this woman deserve that fate?