The Truth

Pete sat on the edge of the attic crawlspace, ready to jump down at the first sign of trouble. "Emily?"

The woman smiled and stood, rising slowly and erotically getting a very easy reaction out of him, "New and improved. You regret saying no to me yet?"

Pete laughed, "Uh...I don't really know. After the shit outside and that thing in the forest I'm kind of regretting entertaining you in the first place."

Emily frowned, god she looked so gorgeous with pouted lips. "Those aren't me baby. You think the daughter of the devil isn't going to make any enemies in her time?"

"The fuck kind of enemies are those?"

The brunette bombshell shrugged, her pert breasts bouncing, "Well I mess up here and there. Being Daddy's horny girl can sometime have me misfire. Like Mary. Just wanted her to be a bit more into her friends. But you left me in my awkward stage where my powers are like a kid with his first porn. Turns out she really wants to fool around with the other girls and I got startled and hit that and my powers made it so she was more seductive. You were fucking lucky!"

"I mean yeah she's smoking," Pete nodded.

"No," she looked almost scared, "When I fuck up anything can happen. As long as it's perverted. And every once in awhile I accidentally make something born of that perversion. I used to study them and we would send those that would get out of hand out to them and see what happens. Wrote it all in this book..." The woman tossed a golden book to him. "By the smell of it you got spooked by some wet wraiths."

"And the weird thing in the woods?"

Emily smiled wickedly, "Oh that's a nasty one. I call her Yasmine. Heard you survived a run in with her. Think you might be the only one."

"So these things are trying to kill us in your apparent paradise?" Pete accused.

The woman frowned, "Oh fuck no. They're born from me. I don't kill. I'm the daughter of lust baby, no other sins are mine to claim. If Yasmine gets to you then say goodbye to who you were as a person. I feed off innocence and frustrations. Yasmine takes everything and just leaves perversions, fetishes and lust. Not to mention that girth and inch present she gave you would have been much much more extreme. You'd come back and fuck the girls into submission, realize they'd fuck better if you fed them to Yasmine and bring her more to feed on. Then I'd be starving again while you perverted sex addicts would be messing up my home."

"And the wraiths?"

"They make things wet." Emily giggled, "Like really wet. That pink gas is not the worst. Just a heavy aphrodisiacs and has some of my transforming powers. Minor stuff. But it's more to soften you up so the wraiths can get to you. Those ones feed off empathy and instead of leaving someone empty besides their own fetishes and perversions, the wraiths infect you with them. Some twisted game of fetishes tearing the personality apart. Then when they no longer can be infected the wraiths move on, leaving the freakiest people I've ever seen."

Pete frowned eyeing her thick thighs. They must have been feeding her well because she looked like a sexual goddess. "So why not warn us?"

Emily smiled, "You said no. I was upset and I think they are great leverage. My powers keep them back. You denied me. Now you see what happens when we don't work together?" Emily chuckled at his nod. "Good. Today was pretty good feeding even without you. The girls fucked with enough old enchantments to make me young again. Almost there."

Pete watched her lean back and forth, teasing her hips at him and distracting him. "And what happens when you get there?"

Emily winked, "Well we can fuck first off. And if you don't go crazy from that we can have fun with the town. They don't have my protection right now and I can almost guarantee some are paying the price. Not to mention having these four girls in a harem is a pretty good offer..."

Pete groaned at his erection straining against his pants. "Yeah, pretty good I guess."

Emily slowly walked to him and waved her finger, his zipper sliding down and button popping by themselves. Waving her hand his pants and boxers were thrown to his feet and his large member bounced free of his constraining pants. Smiling Emily grabbed his dick and slowly worked up and down staring at him. If any woman mimicked what she was doing Pete would maybe moan and keep hard, but seeing something in her eyes aroused him more than he thought possible and he screamed in pleasure a load crossing her face and the rest down her chest. Sticking her tongue out at him he saw some of her saliva and his cum dripping from the tip down into her bra. "Not ready yet, a shame." Emily swallowed the load she caught and began mopping up the mess with her fingers, "Still a better meal than watching." Looking at him if surprised he was still there she frowned, "I'm done with you. Now don't come up here unless I invite you and don't send your sluts up here either. Unless you want me to turn you five into airheaded bimbos."

With that she waved her hands again and he fell to the third floor, groaning in pain unable to steady himself with his pants at his ankles. Looking beside him he saw the golden book and he listened for any signs the wraiths had made it in elsewhere. He thought he heard a soft forced moan nearby and turning he saw Sarah stumble out into the hallway, the door slamming behind her. She looked startled and blushed. Sarah turned to the stairs and saw the man with his pants down laying on the floor. "We have to stop meeting like this," he joked, painfully pulling himself up.

Sarah wiped her eyes and scoffed, "Yeah. I'd be surprised if I could spend a day of this vacation without you exposing yourself to me."

Pete pulled his pants up defensively, "I'm not exposing myself to you!"

Sarah seemed offended and her lip quivered, "T-then what were you doing?"

Pete was caught off guard. He didn't dare to tell them about the book or the attic too afraid they wouldn't listen and go up. Last thing he wanted was the spirit who was apparently able to keep them sane get pissed off. "Got some of the gas on me and got really horny. What of it?"

Sarah looked down the stairs behind her at the closed door, "Yeah Lissa got some too."

Pete's heart plummeted. Did he really like this girl? "She act weird?"

"Threw me against the wall, kissed me and tried to act tough. Her ass plumped up." Sarah shrugged, "Too busy having my mouth invaded to really notice anything else. Looked like only a little bit of whatever that was got in, thank god."

Pete sighed, "Let's check on the others then."

Fiora laid on the cold wooden floor watching Mary get up and fix her hair. The brunette was convinced her crotch was replaced with a faucet after that kiss with her friend and her body was pulsing. "Wow. You're...really good at that."

Mary smiled, "Yeah, girl on girl is different. Softer. You need to be a bit more talented. You're pretty good yourself."

Fiora blushed at the compliment and grabbed her friend's hand to get up. "Uh Mary..."

"Yes, hun?"

"Are we still friends?" Fiora croaked, "Like after that and everything. And Pete...we cool?"

Mary laughed, "After what you said at truth or dare and this...you're quickly becoming who I want to fuck Pete with so yeah we're a bit more than cool, babe."

Fiora tried to fix her hair but caved and threw it into a ponytail, "I-I don't really..."

"You will." With that Mary walked away.

Lissa groaned in frustration desperately searching the library she was in. Books, shelves, papers, everything was being thrown to the floor only met with more frustrated sounds from the woman. "Come ON! There's no way this place is a real library. Y'all have a fucking porn studio by the lake and you don't. Have. A single. One?" Lissa collapsed onto the office chair feeling the frustration consume her. "FUCK!" Lissa yelled tossing the desk over and watching the old piece shatter apart. The teen was a bit shocked at her outburst and possibly a bit humbled before seeing the prize she desperately needed. Inside one of the broken cabinets was a small silver dildo.

The teen felt her ass tighten and her heart beat against her chest and she dropped immediately, grabbing it and throwing it into her mouth. Salivating as much as she could onto it. Coating it in her wet mouth. Eventually she popped it out of her mouth, looking at it with more love than she ever showed her ex, and positioned it behind her. She was so empty. All she could think about since that window was closed was how empty she was and how much she needed to step up and get Pete to fix it. No longer could Sarah be the sexy hot one. It needed to be her if she was to get what she wanted. Flinching she slowly worked the head to her entrance and held back a moan. Knocks could be heard at the door but she was focused. "I'm okay!" She yelled dismissively, "Just slipped a bit." Initial pain hit which excited the teen, it meant it was finally happening as the tip of the dildo began opening her asshole. Lissa never knew she had an anal fetish, but it was impossible to deny now. She felt like she was going crazy and her hand was shaking, it took every fiber of her will not to shove it right in, she tried so hard to do it right. But it all added to the anticipation, and the excitement and she rolled her eyes back getting the first inch inside. "Ooooo yeah! Just a bit more Lissa..."

She slowly worked it back and forth making the rest of her body shake before sliding more in. She grunted in pain but imagined it was Pete, "Fuck you're so much thicker than this who am I kidding?" The last two inches entered her and she sighed in bliss. The pain was still consistently there but it was tolerable and the satisfaction of her ass being occupied was incredibly worth it. Lissa chucked to herself while sliding her thong back over the dildo, "How did I live without something in there? This probably will do for now but there's gotta be anal plugs or something in this perverted mansion!" Pulling her dress back on she quickly made sure she was still fancy as hell and walked around the library for a bit. Wincing at the dildo sliding around inside of her with each movement. Mary was a freak and would know pretty quick if Lissa couldn't keep herself composed and the idea of drinking with Pete while a dildo was up her ass was driving her wild. The thong was already moist against her crotch.

Taking a moment to compose herself in front of a mirror she sighed, "So much for being the romantic sweetheart."