Head for Heather's Haven

Having a location that can keep other demonic entities at bay sounds like a good plan for where to keep your growing harem of demonic consorts, and your cock aches with the desire to pound a new slut. After reassuming human form, Becky grabbing her cellphone, and both of you raiding a nearby clothing store for some temporary attire (you were going to be shredding it for sex later anyway), you both head on down towards Heather's abode, soon to be your new fortress. Becky leads the way, mostly because she knows the way better than you, on foot, mostly because flying in demon form would tip Becky off to the truth a bit too soon, and you manage to make your way to the intersection with little incident, that's what radiating such immense demonic power will get you with the lesser fiends lurking about.

You can see the house, it's rather big for a complex at its current position, you can see at least three stories to the building, and it's done in a neogothic style, no wonder Becky had a friend that lived here. The house was even guarded by a black iron gated fence. You could see at least four different windows with sharp-angled frames, and the door beyond the gate was a pair of crimson double doors in a gothic arch frame that was fitted almost too perfectly.

Becky rings Heather as you enter the intersection and Heather, who was in a set of dark green overalls and white shirt splattered with paint, is gracious enough to invite you both in, which just so happens to circumvent the defenses that were keeping her safe from all the demonic creatures outside the complex. Once you had the doors closed behind, and made sure all the windows were secured shut and locked tight, you had the busty short woman lead you to somewhere more appropriate. Heather leads you into the living room, not to mention all the mismatched furniture is a result of her and her roommates each bringing in different things. Among the furniture is a scarlet loveseat sofa, a pair of ebony high backed-style reclining chairs, and what seems to be a cat-themed coffee table, all facing a flatscreen television on an arm that swings from cabinet to the left of the appliance itself.

You signal to Becky to secure your new soon-to-be-conquest, and in what seems to be the blink of an eye, Becky is holding Heather down on the loveseat a bit more forcefully than she needs to and you both transform into your demonic forms, shredding your attire to pieces in the process. Becky then uses her demonic tail to tear the outer, and under, garments off of Heather, whom whimpering more in anticipation than fear, you can smell some of that on her but mostly she smells of sexual excitement. The 2'7" woman with fair white skin and black hair and green seems to be craving what comes next. Without ceremony, you thrust your demonic cock into her dripping pussy, Becky repositioning herself to not get your way, and continue to thrust into her, cumming at least seven times in the smaller woman's womb, her screaming in ecstasy each time. Then you start to see her transformation begin.