She takes her best shot

“Stop,” you hear from somewhere behind you as you near a climax. Not bothering to give whoever it is a response, you speed up the already furious fucking, relishing the look that will cross the transformed detective's face as you bring her completely into the arms of Lilith. It's a surprise, therefore, when Officer Sluchek's bullet, sent astray by her shaking hand, hits the window glass and finishes the job you and Halloran started.

The detective unceremoniously tumbles backwards off your cocks into a room with two aroused humans. Halloran may not be fully a demon yet, but you're sure she can take things from here. That leaves whoever you have yet to see. You spin and see an attractive brunette with a determined stare in firing position, her pale blue uniform crisp, shoes shined and hair neatly tucked into a ponytail. But her arms shake. If you were close enough, you are sure you could smell her arousal mixed with fear.

But why think about it when you can experience it? You smile broadly with your fanged maw and lewdly dangle your forked tongue out of your mouth. You wiggle your erect, massive and slimy cock in her direction. You didn't get to cum in the detective slut, which has you even more eager to take the cop. You saunter over to her and easily wrestle the gun from her grip, crushing it between your hands. Taking her hands in yours, you back her against the wall, pinning her arms spread above her head. Your tongue licks slowly up her cheek, a shudder shaking her body. Or maybe it's a sigh. The pheromones in the room are pretty strong after your vigorous fuck session with the detective.

“Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to interrupt?” you ask the cop, your tail slapping her ass. “Bad girls like you need to be disciplined,” you say, slapping harder. Her breath comes quicker on your chest. “Bad girls like you need to learn a lesson,” you continue, careful to aim this time between her legs. The officer gasps. “If they're not careful,” you say, eliciting a gasp with another strike on target, “bad girls go to hell.”

You punctuate the lesson with another thump of your member into her crotch, this time getting a moan. “I think 40 strokes of the lash should be sufficient,” you say, rubbing your tail along her pussy lips. You can feel the cop quaking against your chest and know she won't be a problem anymore. You'll be able to devour her soul as you please. You rip open the uniform to reveal her undershirt, erect nipples clearly evident near the top. Her pants are next, not that you're exactly careful to make sure they can be worn again. You know they won't, not when you're through remaking her for Lilith.

As you expected her panties are soaked, the combination of pheromones and foreplay doing the trick. Mostly, it's your demonic gifts driving the show. You make quick work of the last obstacle in front of your cock and soak in the sight of her thick bush before remembering the plan.

“I promised you 40 strokes, didn't I? Let's see how you take them,” you say, getting your tail ready. “One,” you say, thrusting it into her eager pussy and getting a sigh in return. “Two,” you say, striking again. “Three. Four.” You lick her again. “Five.” She gasps.

On six, you move in for a kiss, and by 10 she is responding in kind. By 20 she is sliding her hands over your chest as she moans in your mouth. By 30 her fingers are grasping at your cock and she is having trouble concentrating on the kissing. By 40 she isn't able to do much at all except limply hold on to you and gasp. You pull your tail out of her cunt and place it temptingly in her line of sight.

“Now, how are we feeling? Have you learned your lesson? Are you going to be a good girl? Or are you still bad?”

Sluchek looked into empty space.