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Chapter 20 by corruptioncomes corruptioncomes

Who do you follow?

The humble incubus narrator

In another room you find an apparently **** man tethered to machines keeping his weak human body alive. His chest rises and falls in regular mechanically aided breaths while lines trace across monitors at his side. You could care less about all that. What is of interest is the concerned woman at his side, who has one of his hands clasped in hers, her blond head bowed. Her loose pale blue dress ends mid-thigh, providing you with a teasing glimpse of what look to be exquisite legs.

Your cock stirs as you imagine her savagely fucking you while her boyfriend lies incapacitated in the same room, her shameless screams of pleasure as she gives up her soul and dreams of a normal, boring life with her man. Sitting on an empty bed across from the couple, you begin to stroke your substantial meat, picturing your newest demonic sister joining you and Nurse Fuckslut as you claim the hospital for Lilith. The healthy and sick alike cured of their humanity.

You take in the swell of the young woman's modest breasts under the dress, her worried eyes and small nose, pursed pink mouth and prominent cheekbones in an Asian face, old-school sneakers. A satisfied hum floats past your lips.

She turns to the sound and you change nothing, enjoying your new-found endowment. Back and forth your hand passes, demonic fluids falling mostly on the floor but spotting the sheets as well. Your target stands frozen, a deer stationary in your sights.

“And what is your name?” you ask. “Cristina,” she says softly, a shocked look painted on her face. You wonder what she will taste of when you ram your cock mercilessly deep into her cunt, her breath coming fast as her pleasure builds uncontrollably, corruption seeping into her core.

“Pretty,” you say. “A pretty name for a pretty girl.” You continue languidly masturbating, knowing all the while your seductive pheromones are filling the room, boosting her arousal and making her more pliable to your will. Cristina's hands move away from her boyfriend as she remains transfixed.

Will her love for her boyfriend conquer all?

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