Support group bonding

By the time the next scheduled meeting rolled around, things were more dire for the average Buchanan Falls citizen. Government inaction and fast-moving transmission resulted in a failure to contain the demon outbreak, with more and more locations reporting encounters with the beasts. The government had succeeded in prevailing upon broadcasters to stop showing footage of the creatures, but pirated uncensored footage of the demons could be found online for curiosity, fantasy or doom-scrolling. Porn sites abounded with clips of demons spewing filth to the camera, seducing men and women, forcing others into carnal acts and taking still others that threw themselves willingly into the infernal embrace.

So when Alex and Carla returned to the community arts center, they could smell the fear and unease permeating the room. They recognized Quinn, Valerie, the young couple, Father Cho, Chet, Frank and Miranda. There was another man with glasses and a man-bun threaded with gray next to Quinn. Of course not all the participants were nervous. Shawn and Violet were there, and they'd brought or attracted new brothers and sisters: Deedee and Mia came with Shawn, as did their neighbor Elena, a blond Romanian exchange student. Mahmoud, a food deliveryman, had been converted by Violet and strolled in separately.

The final arrivals included Jamal, a campaign volunteer who happened to knock on Alison's door, and Niamh, the saucy bartender that had captivated Alex and Carla. Alison made a show of arriving last, huffing a bit in T-shirt and leggings with "Cougar Pride" printed up the legs and paw prints on her ass.

"Sorry," she said. "Been trying to work out more to get my mind off things and I didn't have time to change before this." The explanation papered over any questions of the more youthful, trimmer physique she let show through her glamour. Alex and Carla were dressed in a glamour of conservative sweaters and jeans again, with a knit ski cap completing her look. Shawn had on a T and jeans, which Carla couldn't help but notice flaunted the outline of a bit more cock than before. Deedee had opted for a tight T and jeans, showing off the swells of perky breasts, while Mia wore a sundress over heavier curves. Elena wore a short-sleeve button-down white shirt and a navy skirt. Violet flashed a touch of cleavage in her undershirt, with a flannel and sweats finishing the look. She projected a tired air to go with her leaner figure.

"OK, everybody, let's get started," Chet said. "Great to see all of you again, and some new faces. Unfortunately, things haven't gone well since our last meeting, so there's a lot to discuss. But I do believe we will get through these times if we support each other in places like this and work the situation. I think Father Cho would agree that brotherhood is a key to salvation." The man nodded at the words.

Carla snickered in her mind. She could smell the false bravado steaming off of the leader. The only thing that will get worked is a lot of pussies, cocks and asses, and brotherhood will free you from your human worries.

"Now who wants to start us off?" A lot of useless discussion followed, most of it rehashing things from the previous meeting, with the demons adding to the inanity of the proceedings with their own concerns and musings. All the while their merry band of Lilim oozed a steady miasma of hellish pheromones around the unsuspecting humans. Carla caught some twitching in seats and hurried glances as the meeting dragged on and the incubi and succubi shifted their appearances incrementally.

Stefan was bored and restless. In a moment of misplaced generosity he'd agreed to accompany Quinn to the meeting. She was distracted so much lately, so her work friend thought he'd be doing a good thing in escorting her here for some soothing platitudes. Instead there were just a lot of frayed nerves on display. Frayed nerves and some attractive women, it had to be said.

"My sister is still missing," Valerie said quietly, looking down at her knitted hands. "I'm trying to hold out hope and not think of the worst, but I think she may be gone. There are so many reports of demons in her city."

"Oh, god!" Violet moaned. "They took her! They remade her!"

"Violet," Alison said. "I don't think ..."

"They're so sexy and powerful. I can't stop thinking of what they'll do when they find me." Her hands wandered to her breasts and between her thighs. "How they'll hold me down and make me do things." She squeezed a breast. "**** me to lick them, suck them." Her hand slipped into her pants. "Shove their cocks in me, grind my face into their pussies." She started masturbating in an apparent frenzy, her head tilting back. "How quickly they'll break me and make me a hellslut, too."

"That's enough, young lady!" Father Cho erupted out of his seat. "Stop that immediately!" He stalked toward her. "This kind of shameful behavior has no place, especially in public. Control yourself."

Violet nevertheless continued, rubbing herself in front of the incredulous and transfixed group. The man of god grabbed her arm and wrenched it out of her pants, but Violet surprised him by pulling him in for a sloppy kiss, her hand slicked in her juices sliding along his face.

"Violet!" Chet shouted, breaking the spell. She sheepishly released Father Cho, a deep blush darkening her face. "I know you're tempted by these monstrosities but we have to be strong, we have to resist, we have to stay positive. I'm sure Valerie's sister isn't one of those beasts. So let's move on."

Across the room, Miranda was thinking what a nice man Jamal appeared to be, with his close-shaven head, stylish eyeglasses, neat button-down under a sweater and pressed khakis. A strong chin and determined eyes. A good friend for her son. She daydreamed he was her son, another part of her wishing she was younger and single and free, the opposing odd thoughts giving her a little thrill.

Frank seethed internally. If the government had acted faster and done their fucking job, there wouldn't be hussies and cocksure demons from hell running around and scaring everyone to ****. People like Violet were at their breaking point. His eyes were drawn to the rise and fall of her heavy breasts as she breathed deeply. He thought he saw a wet spot at her crotch from when she lost control earlier and averted his gaze in shame.

Chills ran through Quinn. Seeing Violet yield to her passions had been terrifying but also undeniably arousing. She never left home without a can of mace now and had looked into acquiring a gun, but by the time the licenses were figured out, she'd probably be dead or a demon at this rate. There wasn't time to pick up martial arts when the apocalypse was on the horizon, and one's skill at defeating human or other animal threats seemed irrelevant with the sex beasts, so what was the point anyway? The situation filled her with unease.

Christian and Tiffany squeezed each other's hand, a silent reminder that they had each other in this trying world. And God, of course. His love would help them triumph in the end, they were sure. They had prayed for it, just as they now prayed for Him to help Violet. They would help her later, it went without saying, try to rekindle her faith in the Lord. It also pleased them to see more new faces this week, a growing sense of community even as the days grew darker. They resolved to get to know everyone better after the discussion broke up.