The Gang Plots To Damn Souls, And Also Gets Fucking Wasted.

Maya stands from the bar, giving you all a good look at her transformed body. Like Jess and Amanda, she has acquired impossibly large, firm breasts, and a plush ass, but already fit muscles have hardened putting even Jess's fit form to shame. The woman looks like something from an especially filthy, cheesecake-filled comic book. Amanda, her cunt being cleaned by a horny, transformed Mick gives an appreciative whistle. "Oh, fuck Maya," she says. "You look amazing!"

"I feel fucking amazing!" she says. "This is so fucking glorious!"

Jess, still lying on the floor from Derek's savage anal fucking, smiles. "It sure is. Praise Lilith!"

"Praise Lilith!" you all shout together. "Mistress of the World That is to Come!" The oath feels right as you utter it, and you know that it is part of another gift to you, a knowledge of Her depraved and hellish creed.

The muscular incubus Adonis that is the corrupted Derek sidles up to his former girlfriend. "I am gonna pay you back for fucking Mick right in front of me, you hellish bitch."

Amanda grins. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Both," says Derek with a sneer, as the pair begin a savage, lustful kiss.

Mick moves away from Amanda's cunt, smiling at her and his best friend. "Man, I can't wait to make this slut the meat in a fuck sandwich with you, bro."

Maya steps towards them eagerly. "What about me?"

"Oh, all kinds of meat, and all kinds of fuck sandwiches," says Mick, licking his lips, and glancing at you, Jess and Robert in turn.

Robert raises his hand. "Okay, everyone. I know you all want to get to work fucking each other's brains out. I know it because I also want to fuck your brains out. But my youngest daughter Megan is here with six of her friends--seven sweet young souls for us to corrupt, and hot little bodies for us to screw. So, let's do that first."

"Ooooh," says Derek. "I've always dreamed of fucking that teasing little cooze..."

"And you'll get your chance, babe," says Amanda, "but only after my Daddy fucks away her pure little soul." She walks to her father's side, and embraces a muscular arm, resting her head on his shoulder. "Isn't that right, Daddy?"

"You bet your ass, Princess," says Robert, leaning forward. He and his daughter have another filthy incestuous kiss before he turns back to Derek. "But rest assured, I am gonna love watching you pound her little corrupted twat when I'm finished with her." Amanda, Derek and Robert all share a laugh at the thought of corrupting the innocent young girl, related to two of them by blood.

Maya snarls as she turns to the bar, grabbing the bottle of vodka she'd been enjoying. "Fine, but I'll need something to take the edge off. " She puts the bottle to her lips and gulps it down, then tosses it away with a snarl when she's finished. "Fuck! Shit's like water now!"

Jess leaps over the bar, and starts looking behind it. "Yeah, I noticed that when I had the whisky. I don't think the top-shelf stuff will do it for us now... Ahh, here it is." She rises with two liter bottles of Everclear, the ludicrously high proof grain **** that insists it isn't actually manufactured for direct consumption, a fig leaf that still hasn't let the stuff avoid getting banned in numerous locations. "Here ya go. It's cheap and nasty, but so are we." She hands Maya a bottle.

"Worth a shot," says Maya as she opens the bottle. She and Jess each take deep swigs, practically swallowing the bottlenecks. They set them down after each has swallowed about three-fourths of the bottle, and each let out ear-piercing whoops. "Fuck yes!" screams Maya.

"That shit is the fucking best!" yells Jess. Maya leans and gives her an obscene tongue-filled kiss, that Jess responds to in kind while feeling up the Latina succubus's breasts. Maya pulls away grinning. "Please tell me you've got more."

"Think I saw four more bottles down there." Jess shakes her head. "Which really suggests this place is a dive with pretensions, but fuck not my problem is it?" She turns to you and hands you the rest of her bottle. "Here, try this." You gulp it down in one swallow--it tastes like burning, and you find you like that taste. As you watch Maya pour the rest of her bottle down Robert's maw while he catches stray drops with his tongue, you hear something being slammed on one of the bar tables. Glancing over, you see Mick has dropped his duffel-bag on one, clearly hoping to catch everyone's attention.

"Right, seeing as you're all looking into ways to get blitzed, figured I might as well come clean about something," he says grandly. "Now, I know you've all wondered what is in these duffel-bags I've occasionally been carrying of late..."

"Jess and I never saw you before today," you note.

Mick is clearly nonplussed. "Okay, but the rest of you..."

"Naw," says Amanda, "we thought it was ****."

"Yep," agrees Maya with a nod. "Definitely was sure it was ****."

Jess raises her hand. "Again, never saw you before today, but, yeah, I was immediately thinking ****."

"Likewise," you agree.

Derek shrugs. "In between the bags and you rushing out to have 'confidential' phone conversations every couple of days, I sort of figured it was ****."

"I mean, I was pretty sure you were doing some dealing when you embraced the whole 'surfer' lifestyle," says Robert. "Except for a few oddballs, the whole community's a front for getting pussy and getting wasted. I know that's what I did."

As the others absorb Robert's admission of his sordid past, Mick sighs. "Right, I see trying to turn this into a dramatic surprise was a stupid move on my part." He unzips the bag, revealing five large packages of white powder. The others stare in shock.

"Whoa," says Maya, quietly.

"Is that...?" asks Derek.

"Five kilos of cocaine, yes," says Mick.

Amanda shakes her head. "I mean... I thought it was going to be weed."

Mick gives a snort. "Please, the profit margins for weed these days are shit. Nope, I deal coke."

"You definitely should have just opened up the bag," says Jess. "That would have been the dramatic surprise."

"Yeah," agrees Mick with a nod. "That seems pretty obvious to me now. Just show you the five kilos of cocaine I've got."

"And you've been carrying it around in a green duffel-bag... for the last few months?" says Maya.

"Of course not," says Mick, lifting up one of the kilos, and setting it on the table. "I've been using duffel-bags to carry small amounts around when I had a sale ready. It's just what with the sex demon apocalypse happening I thought it'd be wise to get my entire supply with me. Which now that I am a sex demon, I declare a very good call on my part. Go me." He slices the package open with his claws and pours the powder on the table, then leans forward, and snorts an immense hit. "Oh, yeah, that hits the spot." He glances up at the rest of you, and grins. "Come on you degenerate bastards. Don't let this shit go to waste."

Robert grins, and joins him at the table. "Fuck, I'll give it a try." He dives face first into the pile of cocaine and snorts like a madman, rising up again laughing. "Oh, YEAH! This is the primo stuff! And trust me, I can make that call. He's absolutely right! Do not waste it. Get wasted."

You and the other four demons rush to the table. Within fifteen minutes, the seven of you have polished off a kilo of cocaine and two more bottles of Everclear. As you watch Robert and Derek lick up a mixture of grain ****, cocaine residue and her own tainted milk off Amanda's tits, then take turns sharing it with her through sloppy kisses, something you and Jess have done several times yourselves, you realize that this is the true glory of being of the Lilin--all the forbidden fruits of the world are yours to enjoy to an extent unimagined by petty mortals, and free of all consequence.

"We need to share it with them," you mutter.

Jess blinks. "What's that lover?"

"Megan and her friends," you say. "They need to know this... bliss."

Robert nods and rises from the table. "You're fucking right. Come on, let's get back to business. There's a bunch of ripe teens to pluck." The rest of the pack rises from the table with a whoop, Mick and Derek taking the time to gather the supplies--which is to say, **** and booze--and then you are out the door, a pack of seven revved-up incubi and succubi, ready to spread your sweet damnation.

"So," asks Jess, "how do you all want to do them? Rush them as is, or trick them with glamour?"