Demi Strikes

Tulah cried out as he felt Demi’s body slam into him, stumbling slightly he rolled her across his shoulder flinging her into the advancing succubus trio before steeping back breathing heavily.

He couldn’t believe he had just done that, or how easily it had just seemed to transpire without the slightest thought as he stared in shock at the beautifully round E cup laden latina as the succubi embraced catching her.

As Demi dueled tongues with Sue, Latoya and the blue succubus fondled her endowments. “Yes.. WATCH ME! WATCH THEM.... YES! FUCK!” Demi’s craven voice cried out, her hands pulling lips to her tits, as two tails easily pressed into her ass and pussy, clawed hands making sure to hold her legs spread for Tulah to see.

Tulah found himself unable to look away, the initial terror of being jumped while not watching combining with engrossed arousal as Demi’s eyes remained locked on his, the succubi molesting the wanton woman being sure to meet gazes every time they looked away from the pristine curvy model the were looking to complete the corruption of.

“Suck my tail, let him see just what you can do with his cock.” Sue remarked in a husky tone, her tail reaching over Demi’s head were the tip hung just within Demi’s tongue’s reach. Licking the tip elegantly Demi kept staring at Tulah as he slowly started to shuffle away. Unable to pull his attention anywhere else as his mild corruption kept him engrossed with the arousing scene.

Lunging up Demi’s lips grabbed hold of the tail pulling it down into her reach, moaning in delight as her mind wallowed in perverse success at being so depraved as to eagerly have all her holes filled so publicly. Her mind drifted to wondering about live sex performances at trade shows. Herself on offer as a trial product for any takers, tits rocking back and forth as she was fucked for all to see.

Demi had thought she had found perfection, small precise surgeries here and there refining her look, improving her appeal. Her Instagram followers hardly had a clue to the rather slender sparsely contoured body Demi flaunted before the boob job, the butt implants, the... She didn’t want to think about the vane failure that she now eagerly sought to erase with corrupt glee.

Her perverted mind couldn’t grasp not desiring demonhood, much like her original appearance being human suddenly felt bland and common. Things Demi shunned applying to her more than anything.

Eyeing Tulah she couldn’t wait to relieve him of his misconceptions, the chaos and carnage of the night a **** act of mercy to salvage their tepid human existence.

Shifting and squirming as she could feel the changes emerging Demi was in absolute hell, heaven now being a condemnation to eternally suffer without the joys and pleasures of everything worldly, not to mention sinful.

Demi’s bangs were parting around emergent obsidian horns, her lips becoming a deep purple as her eyes took on a perfect smokey appearance. Demi’s skin reddened to a deep wine red. As Latoya and the blue succubus cried out in climax Demi’s perfect tits jiggled into view, somehow looking even more perfect than before as they swayed with each thrust, their now purple nipples dribbling droplets of corrupting milk.

Releasing the tail from her lips Demi’s now 8” tongue unraveled from around it as her screams of pleasured delight echoed back out.

“FILL ME AGAIN!” Demi moaned out, “Make my holes drip with your seed...” Demi panted leaning a bit forward. “Come fuck my mouth. Or jerk off on me, give these sluts something to lap up. FUCK! YES! FUC... TA..TAY... ITZ... YOURS!” With one final evidently orgasmic scream Demi’s body went stiff, her eyes closed, and a slow heavy breath exhaled from the suddenly still woman.

Only she wasn’t a woman any longer, black trimmed wine-red wings embraced Latoya and the blue succubus.

As slitted bright emerald green eyes opened, a fanged smile crossing the new fledged succubus’s lips. “Sorry, those last few screams, were for something else.” Demi remarked with a lewd lick of her lips as the trio that had just helped liberate her soul disengaged flanking out.

“Welcome to the winning side.” Turning to gaze upon the voice's source Tulah felt a new surge of panic. The other path away from the elevator now blocked.