Salma and the survivor

-Wake up.

Peter slowly opened his eyes, his mind in a haze. What just happened, what was he doing here? His gaze focused again and he saw Salma's face, only a couple centimeters from him.

Suddenly, he remembered. The slaughter. His colleagues, all killed by this creature. He tried to get up from the chair he was sitting on, but Salma put her hand on his shoulder, gently, but he immediately felt that she was way too strong for him to move. How was this even possible? What kind of creature was she?

-Don't you know it's rude to leave without saying goodbye? And anyway, I'm still hungry.

Before he even had time to say anything, Salma's hands got in his mouth, forcing it open. He gasped feeling the demoness' strength pulling his jaws apart. Pain started spreading through his lower face, as he felt the muscles being torn. Suddenly, his cheeks teared apart from one ear to another and his jaw broke, as his head was pushed backwards by Salma's iron fists. She smiled at the sight of the tongue wiggling helplessly, before biting it off, growling like a wild beast. Then, she released him, chewing on the tongue she had just bitten off, while the cop was staring at her with a horrified look, his jaw hanging like it was only linked to the rest of his face by two small patches of skin, a stream of blood coming out of it. Salma swallowed the tongue greedily, smiling, as she could see her victim's gaze becoming more vague.

-I've been doing this for long enough to know that you're no longer feeling the pain. Keep looking at me. That's right...you desire me. Don't deny it. Those are your final moments on earth. I can make them unforgettable.

She winked at the bleeding policeman, before standing up. She pushed the straps of her dress aside, letting it fall on the ground, revealing her naked body. Incapable of saying anything, the cop could only moan in arousal at the sight in front of him.

-Waargh...uungh...

-Shhhh, I know what you want.

Salma lied on the ground, spreading her legs with a lustful look towards her prey. The latter slowly got up from his chair and lied on the ground next to the actress, as she was undoing his fly. With her other hand, she pressed his lower jaw against his face, giving a more or less human aspect, and **** a kiss on it, slipping her tongue in the torn apart mouth. A stream of blood came out of it, and started flowing on her chin. She approached his ear and whispered.

-Take me.

The dying cop widened his eyes when he saw the hot body her tormentress was offering him. Now incapable of any coherent thought, he uttered a gargling sound and started frantically fucking Salma's pussy, his lower jaw dangling with every thrust, threatening to fall off. Salma smiled, carressing his hair. She could feel his remaining strength being taken away, filling her with his youth and energy.

After a couple minutes, Peter came inside of her body, groaning as he was reaching his final and most intense orgasm. The succubus nodded, visibly happy.

-When you meet Satan, tell him Salma says hi. Your soul was delicious.

Before he could realize what was happening to him, his body suddenly turned into dust, falling all over the succubus. Meanwhile, Sophie, the former cop turned into Salma's ****, had watched the whole scene, masturbating frantically, her eyes burning with lust, her thoughts no longer her own. Wind came from the open window, scattering the remains of Salma's victim. The succubus remained on the ground for a moment, enjoying the energy that had flown into her body. This had been a pretty busy day. Finally, she rest her eyes on her servant, who was now cumming too, spreading her juices all over the ground around her.

-Now, how about we have some fun together?