She cums along for the ride.

Angela debates for another few moments, as even you wonder exactly what side she’s on.

Finally, she seems to decide, as she begins strutting sexily toward her father.

“Yes, honey, that’s right,” Robert laughs, leaning back to hold his dribbling demon cock at Angela’s lip level. “Cum to Daddy!”

She pauses before him, eyeing up his member. Suddenly, she begins to laugh, quietly at first and steadily louder.

Her father looks aghast. “What?!”

Angela chuckles deeply. “You couldn’t keep up with me!”

“Are you insane?” the incubus screams, his shocked expression almost comical.

“Probably. Sorry about your nuts.” With that, Angela’s stiletto heel connects with the incubus’ massive scrotum in a move almost too fast for you to follow.

As Robert crumples in agony, Angela casually spins on her heel and strides toward the open window. You yank her quickly from the room, trying to push away the sympathy pains (and the strange allure for his penis) as you run for the truck.

Angela slides gracefully into the backseat as you dive for the front. “Floor it!” you yell at Melissa. She’s all too happy to oblige.

As you all flee the scene, Melissa spends her time watching the road through slowly flowing tears. Your focus is on Angela, as you pull down the visor to watch her in the vanity mirror. She winks at you a couple of times as she reclines in increasingly sexy poses, designed to show off increasing amounts of skin.

So far, the sunlight seems to have negligible, if any, ill effect on her. Your confusion is furthered when you catch her playing with one of the gold-globed bedposts you took, as she rubs the gold against her thigh, obviously contemplating penetration.

By the time any of you can think of something to say, it’s well into the afternoon. The three of you are officially in the middle of nowhere.

“It’ll be dark soon,” you say, to no one in particular.

“I’m hungry,” Melissa mumbles.

“I’m horny,” Angela groans.

You nearly rocket through the windshield as Melissa jams the brakes and skids the SUV onto the shoulder. She throws on the hand brake and whips around in the seat to face her sister. “What the fuck’s happened to you? Out with it!”

Angela smiles in response. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yeah, I would! Tell me, or I swear to Christ, I’ll leave you out here!”

“Melissa...” you start to say, attempting to ease her anger. Angela waves your interruption off.

“I’m not entirely sure. I was infected, I know that much. I remember masturbating in my room, knowing I was going to become a succubus and looking forward to it. The windows were open, and I saw the sun come up, right as I was getting ready to cum. When the light hit me, I came, but I don’t remember what happened.”

“So you didn’t change,” you say.

“Obviously, she did,” Melissa interjected, “maybe just not completely.”

Angela shrugged. “I feel stronger, more confident, and a lot sexier and more beautiful. My body’s different, but I still feel human. I’m horny, but I can stop myself from jumping somebody.”

“Weird,” you reply. “It’s like you’re a half-succubus or something.”

“Sounds about right,” Angela nodded.

“I’m not sure I like this,” Melissa retorted.

“If she wanted to screw us, she had plenty of chances already.”

The conversation ground to a halt from there, as did the truck. Melissa curses it’s refusal to start. “Fuckin’ Ford junk!”

“Hmph. Fix Or Repair Daily,” you mutter.

“So now what?” Angela muses, as she leans on the top of your seat. Her chin rests upon folded arms. “Should we stay here, look for a hotel, what?”

Good question, you think.