Success

Flexing your newfound abilities, you connect with the occupants of the motel. You can see into their minds, their hearts and even their very soul's. Your long trip from the city before your ascendance into your new forms has carried you far beyond the quarantined area. The barricades and road blocks set up by around your former home the foolish mortals will hardly hold your brothers and sisters in sin for long. There numbers are increasing. You are connected to their power and can feel it grow with every mortal converted.

But for now, you have the ignorance and arrogance of the mortals on your side. They don't believe in you and your power. They think they can conquer you, CURE you. You will not be conquered and you don't want to be cured.

You settle onto the floor with your succubae lovers. Melissa kneels between your thighs, sucking at your massive cock. As it slides down her throat, you feel her tease your balls lightly stroking them with her claws.

Angela squats over your lace and you lap at her demonic pussy with your forked tongue and nip at her cunt lips with your fangs. You fuck Melissa with your tail cock as her sister probes her ass with her tail.

Even with the attention you are giving and receiving, you can feel the mortal victims that await your touch.

In Cabin 6, Wendy Newman rests wearily in a lounge chair. She's been traveling on business all day. Her suit jacket is strewn haphazardly across the bed. She stretches and yawns. She's a good worker. When she stared her sales job five years ago, she knew how to use her sex appeal to her advantage. Now, after too many nights spent in uncomfortable motel rooms like this and too many days traveling to make a buck, she is worn and haggard. Her hair hangs limp on her shoulders. Her face pale and drawn. You smile and pull Angela by the ass onto your impaling tongue as the heat reaches Wendy's room. She pulls her blouse open and plays with her nipple beneath her lacy bra. Her legs spread wide and she reaches up her mini skirt to stroke her throbbing clit through her moist panties. She wonders if the batteries in her underused vibrator in the bag at her feet are still good.

In Cabin 12, Donna and Michael Strauss lay naked on the bed. The newlyweds have been 'making love' (a term you now truly despise) or FUCKING for 3 hours straight. They were about to drift off into a blissful, post-coital sleep when the demonic urges you created reached their room. An exhausted Michael felt his cock spring to life. He was pleasantly surprised when his prudish new wife gleefully went down on him. Now, she was begging for anal as she bent over their side of the bed.

The occupants of Cabin 2 give you some concern. Two priests traveling toward your old town with tales of apocalypse and doom. They are well armed with religious icons that cause you pain even as you imagine them in your mind's eye. Their will is strong, and you cannot send them into a sexual frenzy. But one, the older one has doubts.... and desires.

Your load shoots from your cock and flows down Melissa's waiting throat. The succubus happily consumes every drop, even wiping her lips with a finger to collect a few stray bits of your seed.

You are hard again in an instant and Angela slides down you chest, rubbing her breasts across your body as she sheaths you cock into her delightful pussy.

There's a knock at the door. Melissa springs up and opens it. You smile toward Angela and then to Melissa as you see who you've reached first. You wave to the doorway and beckon your visitor to join you.