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Davey began to speak, “The way I see it, slag, if you’re telling the truth, I ain’t got a choice. Do what you say or die, right?” He gave a small laugh and looked me up and down. “Woah! You are gorgeous; let me know if you get hungry.” He walked over to the **** Paul and picked him up, carrying him on his shoulders. “Our van is out front. I say we put this bastard in the back, drive off and have some alone time.” “Wait!” I said just as he made his way to the exit of the restroom. “You didn’t have any keys in your pocket. And neither did he, so how could you have a van outside?”

With his free left hand, he patted down his pockets, “You nicked my wallet. That was a gift; my old mum gave it to me on my twelfth birthday. Could I at least get that back?” I pointed towards the sink counter, “Both wallets plus all your cash and cards are over there. I just needed to buy some bottles. And don’t dodge the question. If you don’t have keys, then you are lying about the van. Meaning you just wanted to run off, meaning I have to kill you now for disobeying orders.” He walked over to the counter, still carrying Paul and picked up both the wallets and the cash. He looked at the six bottles, “Is that our jizz?”, he turned at me with a questioning scowl.

I walked over and picked up a bottle, unscrewing the top and took a swig. “Yeah, this bottle’s about sixty per cent your and forty per cent his. I can tell the difference. Paul eats more fruit.” I re-screwed the top on, “For the third time… why did you lie about having a ve-hic-le!” He sighed, “We do have a van. But it’s Amy that’s watching it. She has the keys. But she’s my little sister, so don’t worry about it. Okay?” He began to turn again to exit the bathroom, “Look at me, human!” I transformed into my complete demonic form. The look of shock on his face came and went it a small fraction of a second. “You will not attempt to run away from me; if you do, I will kill you, our friend Paul, your little sister Amy and your mother. But if you willingly server me, I promise you will enjoy it.”

He gave a nervous laugh, “Okay, Slag. Let’s just get out of here before the Old Bill comes a calling.” “Do you have a plastic bag or something? For my supplies.” “Over in the supply cupboard there.” He pointed to the hallway separating the women’s and men’s bathrooms, “You’ll find rolls of bin bags they use for the public bins in the park.” I transformed into my human form from earlier, wearing black stilettos and stockings. A purple mini-skirt, red corset and a black leather jacket. No bra or panties. I walked out to the corridor and kicked in the door to the supply cupboard. Inside I grabbed a big roll of heavy-duty bin bags; returning to the men’s room, I begin loading the six bottles into a bag. I then tripled bag it and slung it over my shoulders. “Let’s go and see your sister, Davey.”

As we walked through the park side by side, Davey with Paul over his shoulder and me my emergency rations over mine, I asked, “Why is he still out cold?” “He’s got CFS, chronic fatigue syndrome.” He gave me a side glance. “His doctor told him to exsert himself.” I Locked up into the sky as we walked, “I have a proposal for you to and, by extension, your sister. But I’ll wait till you are all awake and together.” Davey put his hand on my shoulder, “Shut up, slag. Look, copper down at the end of the path.” I turned my vision dead ahead. He was right; a large police officer was questioning the female dog walker from earlier at the end of the path in the car park. I could go Ethereal, but I can’t take Davey or Paul with me. And I had plans for them and Davey’s sister. Hell, his mother too. “I’ll kill the woman and the officer; you run for the van.”

I ran down the path as fast as I could; even on the ground, I was insanely fast, around 200mph. I ran right in-between the woman and the officer, piercing the officer through his stab vest and out his back with the claws on my right hand and side-kicking the woman’s head clean off. The dog ran away as the woman let go of the leash. Looking around, I spotted another officer reach for his mounted radio. He was dead before he could press the button, a long spiked tentacle around his snapped neck. I retracted my tentacle; it shot out over fifteen feet. I turned around to see a buff blonde woman with a buzz cut smoking a cigarette in the front seat of a white van. Well, I assume she was smoking it before I got here; now, it was hanging from her mouth, burning down to the butt while she stared at me with a horrified expression.

“I’m a friend of your brother, Amy!” This must be Amy, judging from the van and the fact she was in Davey’s dream sucking his cock with a twin. I wonder if she actually has a twin or if it was just Davey’s fantasy to have two little sisters sucking him off? I’ll have to investigate that later. She snapped out of her trance and turned on the engine, most likely to flee from me. “Don’t you fucking leave me behind, Emilia!” I heard a loud voice coming up from behind me. It was, of course, Davey, running as fast as he could towards the van with paul over his shoulder. “Open the back of the van, Slag!” I ran around in a flash and flung open the back doors of the van. I had to be careful not to rip them off.

I jumped in as Davey dropped in Paul with me before going around and entering the passenger door. It was a two-seater van with a mattress in the back. There was no barrier separating the back of the van with the two front seats. After all the doors were closed, Amy started to drive off onto the main road. _“What the fuck is happening, Davey!?” “This slag is a demon. She nearly fucked Paully to ****, and now she is holding us all hostage.” “What!”, said Amy turning her head to look at Davey, “Eyes on the fucking road, Emilia.” It seems Davey s the type to call people by their proper names when he is angry. Wait, “Fuck! We got to go back!” Davey looked back to me, “What do you mean!?” “I left my bottles back there when I killed those witnesses! I need that bag! With all the energy those three kills took, I need to feed!” “Stop the van, Amy!”_ Amy did as she was told; Davey then climbed over his seat and passed by Paul and me opening the backs doors; without carrying a fully grown man, he was actually pretty fast. Perhaps his blue and white tracksuit wasn’t just a fashion choice. Within about a minute, he was down the path, picking up my bin bag full of semen. But two more police officers began to chase after him, coming from the direction of the public WC.

I was weak; this could be very bad if I fuck this up. As the two officers were gain on Davey, running full speed at us carrying the bag, I began charging up the last of my energy into my hands. I aim them through the open doors of the van, at the officers behind Davey. If I hit him while he’s carrying the bag or the cops chat him anyway after I fire this, I’m doomed. Steading my shot, I aimed a condensed fireball, four feet in diameter, out of the van down the path. It wisped past Davey and into position between the two officers; I then detonated it, and the two officers were engulfed in flame. I then collapsed in the back of the van.

I couldn’t move. I felt everything going black; now I understand why the Voice said succubi use demons for combat. I’m very effective at killing things, but I can just as quickly kill myself from over-exertion. I heard someone climb into the back of the van with me. I assumed and hoped it was Davey. I couldn’t confirm this as I was paralysed on the mattress looking into the sleeping face of Paul. “I got it! Emilia, drive us to mum’s.” “…you’re gonna have to feed me….” I whispered. “What!” Davey said, rolling me over to face him, “I can’t move; you are going to have to nurse me with those bottles!” I instantly regretted saying that. All he has to do is wait till I starve, and he and everyone would be safe. I’m such an idiot. All I had to do was kill Paul and Davey back in the bathroom, get the cum in the bottles and make my way to Amsterdam. I don’t want to admit it, but I think I just wanted someone to play with. Davey looked at my worried face with his own in a massive grin.

“So you need my help, slag. Fine, but you owe me,” Davey pulled my head onto his lap and retrieved a bottle out of the bag. “I could give you a direct deposit if you prefer?” “I really don’t have the time.” He began to unscrew the top and lifted my head to the bottle. “What the fuck is going on back there!” “Nothing to worry about, Amy! Just take us to mum’s place!” He began to gently feed me the cum, first slowly, no doubt worried I’d drown, but after I tried to raise my head to get more, he increased the incline to allow more to slid into my move. I was sucking as hard as I could. The cum had cooled by now. Cold cum has its merits. I hopped to try making an iced-tea like drink with these bottles, but I can’t be picky right now. After the first bottle was empty, I felt strength return to me and could move again. Mental note, I should always have a backup supply on my body in future. The next outfit I make should have a bandolier for holding cum bottles.

I sat up and began to drink three more bottles on my own. _“So what now?” asked Davey, “First, let’s wake up Paul.” I touched his head, I haven’t tried this, but hopefully, it should work. I used my Eatherial powers not to invade his dream but to pull him out of his. He awoke instantly. Perhaps I should have tried that earlier, but ironically, I was trying to conserve energy. Also, I was worried due to his CFS; it could kill him. But I was no longer in the mood to worry about him. “What’s going on? Who are you?” “That’s the whore me and you double teamed in the gents.” “You fucking what, Paul?!” She kept her eyes on the road as she screamed this. “Amy, it’s not what you think?”_ It seems Davey and Amy are siblings, and Paul is Amy’s boyfriend. After my time in Davey’s dream, it is apparent Davey has incestuous feelings toward his sister. So I wonder how he really feels about Paul?

“Okay, listen up. I have a proposal for you three!" That shut up the bickering couple. "My boss told me I could make contracts with demons, and I see no reasons why it shouldn't work with humans. The terms of the contract are as follows, you three follow me and do whatever I say. I exchange I guarantee you material wealth, more than you’d ever make on your own and supernatural powers.” I didn’t know if I could actually give them powers, but I figured once the contact was in effect, it wouldn’t matter. “And the best sexual experiences you will ever possibly have. So what do you guys say?”