Somehow bottle it for later.

As I lay there slurping up the cum from the floor, topless with my bikini thong and hotpants round my ankles, I had an idea. “I could optimise this.” I stood up and pulled my cum stained thong and hot pants up. I was covered head to cum socked sneakers. I went through the pockets of the two passed out men. Davey had a leather bifold wallet with “ENGLAND” on one side and Saint Geroge’s Cross on the other. I finally looked over the other man—also a skinhead about Davey’s age with a white polo shirt and blue jeans. His wallet was one of those metal ones for just cards and cash, his driver’s licence said Paul Shelby, he was twenty-seven, Davey’s said his full name was David Turner, thirty-one. I took all the cash out of the wallets and put both of them in each of the pockets on the ass cheek of my hot pants. I got about £370 combined; most came from Davey’s.

I entered the Ethereal World and invaded the mind of Davey, just like stepping into a pool. I found him as King of a new independent England, separate from the United Kingdom. He was in his throne room, sentencing all his rival gangsters to **** with two beautiful naked women sucking him off. He couldn’t see me yet, so I replaced one of them. Now I was a blonde with a short buzzcut, muscled arms, legs and shoulders with a six-pack and around FF tits. The other girl was the exact same. It seemed he wanted buff twins serving him in his dreams. As I worked the head and my “sister” worked the balls and looked up at my “king” and asked him “, Sire, back before you ascended the throne, what was your bank PIN?” He laughed, “Ah, back then, all of us in the White Patriots had the same, 1534, the founding of the holy Church of England!” All of them? The whole gang had the same PIN? That is REALY stupid. I sucked him to completion as a thank you. In dreams, it tasted good, but I knew it wouldn’t actually nurse me.

I then left his dream and re-entered the Material World. Okay, let’s do this. Before anyone walked in on this, I had to act. I walked out of the bathroom to the nearest vending machine. I was still topless and covered in cum with just my hot pants with thong above my hips and sneakers. So as I was buying all the water that came in plastic 500ml bottles, I saw a passing woman stare at me; she was wearing a grey overcoat, black hair under a white beanie cap and walking her dog—German Shepperd, the looks of it. She didn’t say anything and just looked at me with bewilderment and disgust. I stared back as I poured the water bottles out. After one minute, I had six empty 500ml bottles. The woman had run off with her dog, got to be quick. Most likely, the police with come to investigate. I picked up all six bottles at once, holding them against my tits and ran back to the men’s room.

Inside I saw that Davey and Paul were still asleep. I put both wallets I stole plus all the cash on the sink counter. When I took off my hotpants, bikini thong and sneakers, they diapered into purple light, leaving the cum they soaked up behind on the floor with the rest of it. I shifted my right arm into a long tentacle with an opening at the end. I designed it to suck up the cum from the floor and to filter all the dirt, hairs and other undesirable components out an opening at my elbow. I then began to vacuum the entire bathroom floor as well as myself with the dexterous appendage.

I discharged all the unwanted gunk down one of the stall toilets began to fill up each of the six bottles with pure, filtered cum. Tightening the caps on each of the bottles when it was full. The bathroom floor was now cleaner than it was when I arrived. I even got all the shattered glass from windows and mirrors and put them in the rubbish bin.

I was now naked, with clean skin standing in a spotless public men’s room with two passed out skinheads. The only remaining evidence of our destructive threesome was the shattered windows and mirrors. But that could be explained away petty vandalism. I’m not an idiot, by the way. I now know that demons exist, and the Voice told me holy magic is my weakness. Thus, beings must exist that use holy magic to fight demons. I left behind that shit show back at the church in Ireland. Six burnt corpses, one with a gaping hole in his chest, plus all those witnesses that saw me appear from nowhere in my complete demonic form. If I don’t want anyone hunting me down, I got to be more careful.

So, let’s deal with Paul and Davey. I have to qualms with killing them, and they are worse people than that priest; they didn’t see my demon form or any of my superhuman abilities besides my power to draw out unnatural amounts of semen. And my earth-shattering orgasm. Looking closely, I can see that their ears are bleeding. I still can’t leave them alone, but I don’t have to kill them. I could use some slaves that are morally challenged. And **** gangsters fit that bill; the Voice said I could form contacts with demons, but what about humans?

I pulled up their trousers and put their penises away, dragging them to the centre of the room. People in the area could have overheard my orgasm, and that dog walker saw a naked, cum covered woman, so that means the police may be here any minute. I was still naked when Davey finally woke up. He stood up and began screaming, but I rushed if with my unnatural speed and put my hand around his mouth. “I know you have two perforated eardrums

I pulled up their trousers and put their penises away, dragging them to the centre of the room. People in the area could have overheard my orgasm, and that dog walker saw a naked, cum covered woman, so that means the police may be here any minute. I was still naked when Davey finally woke up. He stood up and began screaming, but I rushed if with my unnatural speed and put my hand around his mouth. “I know you have two perforated eardrums, so I’ll talk slowly. I’m a demon. A sex demon. I feed off semen, not souls, not blood, not flesh, semen. Sooooo, I have no reason to hurt you. I just want to talk. But I will kill you and your friend if you scream or run away from me. Sooooo, lets you and me pick him up and get the fuck out of here. Do you understand me?”

Davey nodded his head, and I let him go. Standing in front of him completely naked with his associate, Paul still passed out, Davey began to speak.