The reveal

Stefan grunted. He should have cum by now. Alison was tight and hot and wet around his hammering cock. He was harder and felt bigger than he ever remembered, but he couldn't blow his load in this fucking slut who babbled blissfully as he stuffed her twat. God, her pussy was perfect. So what the fuck was wrong?

"Fucking harder, incubus stud! Give me more! Fill me up with your hard cock! Make me your slutty hellbitch! Take my fucking soul!" Violet shouted across the room. "Keep pounding me with that big dick! Yes, yes! Ooh, make me lose it. Make me cum my soul away. Like that, fuck, yeah. Make me squirt for you, you monster. Ruin me with that giant infernal cock. Sear me with that fucking cum. Love this, love this cock making me such a hot horny fuckslut. Fuck, you're so deep, I can't... oh shit, oh shit, I'm gonna come on your incubus cock. Oh, fuck, fucking take me, baby. Make me a sexy soulless fuckbeast! Rip my soul apart with that monster incubus cock in my little cunny!"

Chet grunted and groaned under Violet, his body spasming as he filled her with his copious last human load and the tatters of his soul. His growing body strained his clothes, hard crimson and purple mottled muscle tearing it to shreds. The sharp claws on his digitigrade feet sliced through his shoes, and leathery wings scraped the floor. His facial features sharpened, and a malevolent smile creased his face as his canines lengthened and black horns erupted from his skull.

"Shit, he's a fucking demon!" Quinn cried. Shawn moved away from her pussy to watch. Violet tumbled off Chet and the newborn incubus reared up to his full 7' height. He flicked his inky forked tongue at Quinn, dark cum dripping off of his immense cock to the floor tiles. But he didn't have eyes for her. Instead he strode to Valerie, who cowered between Alex and Mahmoud.

"Mmm, time to join your sister in the land of the beasts," he growled, coming closer.

"Hey, you leave her alone! I'm going out that door, and I'm taking her and whoever else I can with me!" Frank shouted. The hastily dressed man had Carla by one arm and grabbed Valerie with the other. He backed the group to the exit slowly, putting distance between them and the demon and giving the others time to stir and follow if they could. "We're getting out of here or I'm going to go to hell trying."

Chet's body shook with laughter. "The hero arises. The man of destiny succeeds where the masses have failed and saves the day. But no, you invited hell in and basked in its flames with delight. You're all beasts like me but don't know it yet."

Frank's brow wrinkled in confusion. Carla slipped from his grasp and caught Valerie unaware from behind. One hand grabbed a sweater-covered breast, the other slapped between her legs and against her crotch, eliciting a surprised yelp.

Carla bent to her ear. She started to left her glamour fade, horns peeking from her hair as her skin darkened. "Outside is pain and doubt. Worry and emptiness. But here is family, purpose, strength, bliss." She drew her claw back to her with the skill of a surgeon, Valerie's jeans slicing neatly open between her legs. "There is loss and decay, but Lilith grants joyous life." Her fingers teased her prey as her reemerging tail swirled in her own tainted cunt. "You feel it already, flickering within you, waiting to roar free." Valerie shook her head, even though Carla was behind her, even though the demon's hands were doing what she was still too modest to do herself. A forgotten hunger filled her, her breasts more sensitive than they had been in years, her body slimmer and tighter. "Let me fan the flames."

Carla's tail shot into her pussy, the sudden intrusion ripping a cry from her chest. But as the tail slid back and forth between her lips, dark juices dripping from its tip, she found herself craving its touch. She moaned wantonly as it writhed deep within her, her corruption spreading with each messy stroke.

Circumstances be damned, little Frank begged for attention in his pants next to them. A nude, gorgeous and very red Carla was spearing Valerie between her legs, and the older woman seemed to be surrendering quickly to her lust. If older even was the right word anymore. At the start of the night he would have bet Valerie was in her 60s, but the salt-and-pepper brunette getting fucked by the she devil hadn't seen 50 yet. Crow's feet and wrinkles and sagging flesh on her face had vanished, leaving Frank to wonder what changes he couldn't see.

"Mmm, such a dirty slut. First she jerks you off, and now she's fucking Valerie instead of you. And she ruined your little escape attempt. So let's get you thinking about something else." Frank glanced to the side and saw Violet watching him. She dropped to her knees and had her lips on his cock before she let her glamour dim, the purple-hued harlot digging into his ass with her claws as she sucked him off. Even if he could break free, it might be too late now. Dammit, these demons really knew how to suck cock, he thought, feeling Violet's tongue swirl along his length. His fingers splayed around her rough horns as he laid his hands on her bobbing head.

Tiffany's body tensed. A demon?

"Please, we've got to get out of here," she begged the women, who didn't seem concerned in the slightest. Deedee's hand continued to send tremors of pleasure through her, and Niamh pulled her into an aggressive kiss, tongue thrusting into Tiffany's mouth and her teeth snagging on her lip.

"What we need is to fuck you silly," Niamh said, ripping Tiffany's shirt over her head. With it came her filigreed gold cross. In its absence a thunderclap of lust disrupted her thoughts and made her cry out. "You've got me so wet." Niamh swung her arm to her crotch, where no panties blocked Tiffany's fingertips from feeling her slick lips. "And so hard." Her palm felt the woman's cock twitch under her touch.

Cock?

"Fuck, I'm aching to feel you around me as I wreck your pussy. Begging me for more as your boyfriend gets his own ride right next to ya. Him finding out how much of a needy slut his woman is, and you realizing he's just another horny dirty bastard. But first you're going to suck me while Deedee gets you ready for me."

Tiffany had little warning before Niamh spun and straddled her. Her eyes widened as Niamh pulled up her tight skirt. Tiffany had felt the woman's wet pussy and girthy cock, but seeing them was another thing. Niamh's member wasn't particularly long, as far as Tiffany knew, but it was fat and reddish. And hot, it turned out, as she thrust into Tiffany's mouth without ceremony. The violator let out a ragged sigh as she began to use Tiffany's mouth. She smiled back at Deedee when her new friend paused to slap her ass.

Deedee finally unzipped Tiffany's jeans, seeing a pair of polka dot panties now sticky with her juices. She worked the pants down the girl's legs and free before spreading Tiffany open. Pulling her panties aside revealed blond curls, thick lips wetted by her fingers and the enticing scent of her arousal. Deedee feasted on it for a few seconds before diving in, her unnatural tongue snaking deep into their plaything.

Tiffany didn't want to like it, but Deedee's mouth was divine. She apologized mentally for thinking such a thing, but fuck, how was she doing this to her? And why was she letting Niamh fuck her mouth with her odd cock that seemed to be getting firmer and larger? She found herself sucking more and more on the organ, which leaked a beguiling flavor whenever her tongue encountered the tip. Maybe she was wanton, laying with these women. She hoped Christian would understand. But if he was with Mia, maybe he wasn't so pure either.

Alison was as bored as a succubus could be when getting plowed by a substantial cock. Stefan was eager but in a rut. A dull boy that deserved to be toyed with before he became far more than a man. She looked back as Stefan continued.

"Maybe we should take a break, big boy." He kept thrusting, so she pitched backward, Stefan crashing to the floor. She stood, readjusting her pants, as confusion washed over his face.

"Come find me later and maybe I'll show you a really good time," she purred. The paw prints on her receding sashaying ass taunted him. Fuck, was that thing tight and juicy. And hadn't she come on to him? But now he was alone with blue balls and she was headed for the priest and that college girl teasing him.

Alison smiled looking at the blond minx grinding on Father Cho, who was keeping up a stony demeanor as Elena did her thing. Well, she lived now to break down resistance and spread the gospel of Lilith. So she walked up to the couple, grabbed his chin and planted a wet kiss on his lips. He didn't part them for her questing tongue, but he did open his eyes.

"Hey, there. You didn't seem to be enjoying Elena's attention so I thought I'd stop by. Do you want to fuck me instead?"

The priest sputtered, but she paid him no attention and shucked her shirt, revealing her pert breasts topped with long and thick pink nipples. Turning around, she hooked her thumbs into the leggings and slowly pulled them over the swell of her ass, relishing his imagined look as he took in the lacy thong nestled deep between the cheeks and got a deeper hit of her potent pheromones. She carefully peeled them off and saw when she spun back around that Elena had switched positions. Her demonic sister bit her lip and stared at Alison as her ass continued to gyrate on Father Cho's lap.

"Glad to see someone appreciated it," Alison said, ripping Elena's shirt open. Her delighted gasp and pleased look fired Alison's loins as her mouth latched on to the hard nipple of Elena's glamoured breast. Alison's hand slipped under her skirt to tease the cocktease, who never wavered in her attentions to the holy man.

"Mmm, let's fuck already," Alison said. "I bet the father would love for us to all have a real cum for Jesus moment." She twisted his arm, and as he groaned pulled him into a kiss with her other hand. His holiness tasted of cool, wet decay in her mouth, but she tamped down her disgust. Together she and Elena would build a fire and burn every bit of his old self away, taking with it his useless god.

Her ears told her Elena now was working his rod over in her mouth, and the thought of his impending damnation was enough to send her manifesting tail into Elena's pussy as if it had a homing beacon. Her demonic sister hummed as Alison pushed her head down on the man's cock and pumped her needy pussy.

"Not too holy to enjoy a little blowjob, father?" Alison asked rhetorically. She looked at Elena, nubs of her horns barely visible as she slurped on the man's cock. "How about a little titty action?" She thrust her chest at him and slapped his face between her tits, peeling back her glamour to increase the tender flesh on offer. Alison suffocated him in the valley of her glorious boobs before turning his gasping for air into a firm nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicked over it by habit, and the sweet taste drew him back for another taste. Father Cho's teeth nipped at the teat as he grew bolder.

"Ooh, that's it, get a little freaky with that sweet demon titty. Just keep in mind that my sister in sin has your meat in her mouth, so don't get any crazy ideas." Alison savored the look on his face as she hammered home her point by showing him her true self, black lips spread to flash a fanged smile. Elena squealed as Alison spurted a dark load inside her, where it mixed with her own juices in a devilish cocktail. She fixed the father with a hungry yellow-eyed stare.

The man was paralyzed as he beheld the harlots that gotten him to sin in public so easily. Their bodies stoked his lust, god help him. He looked at the straining shirt of the one that had fellated him and wanted to match the tits underneath against the one that had been in his mouth. And his cock demanded to be thrust somewhere warm and wet, like one of their damned holes. It was the first time he feared for his soul in years.

Fucking heaven, Miranda thought, as she filled herself with Jamal's cock. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this wild, just taking what she wanted without a thought about anyone else. Jamal may have taken the first step, but now she was in charge, and she was going to cum again and again on this monster until she'd had enough.

"You liking my cock, little mama?" Jamal said behind her.

"I fucking love it, baby. You fill mommy's pussy so good. Such a good boy." God, where was this fetish coming from? She wasn't some nympho that got off on the idea of fucking strange young men. Who worshiped her MILF pussy as she took what she wanted.

But her life was so tedious and crushing; why shouldn't she have some fucking fun? Should she leave all the fresh cock to the young sluts in the bars and the clubs? Fuck no, mama was getting a piece. She'd show them how a real woman gets what she wants. She ground on Jamal's cock before resuming her quest to drive him as deep into her as she could.

"You're taking such good care of this cock, I gotta confess I did a bad thing." Miranda kept slamming her rounding ass down on him. "I've held out on giving you everything because I didn't know if you could handle it. Do you want it now?"

"Mama needs it all, mama's gonna take it all, baby. So stop playing fucking games and just fuck me." She gasped as Jamal somehow expanded within her, his thicker cock thudding deeper into her sopping pussy. A rough finger toyed with her clit and sent her over the edge, but he picked up the initiative when she faltered and kept hammering into her quaking twat. The boy was unreal and she loved it. She looked back and saw his black tongue lolling out of his mouth, his unnatural eyes full of lascivious glee, and moaned. This demon was giving her the best fuck in years. She couldn't stop, not when this luscious cock had another orgasm bubbling up insider her already. Instead she did her best to match his thrusts. Mama needed to drain this demon dick.

Quinn's heart hammered in her chest, overtaking the throbbing need from her sex for a minute. Chet wasn't the only demon in the room. Violet, Alison, Renee, Jamal and Elena were demons, too. And Quinn had the sinking feeling they weren't alone. She couldn't see several people anymore. She put a hand on Shawn's shoulder.

"You're not a demon, are you?" she asked when he turned around. He smiled.

"Don't be crazy. I'm just a guy who's as horny as you are." He dipped toward her for a kiss, but she stopped him with a hand.

"N-not here. We need to go. Now." Her eyes darted around. Who knows how long the demons would be occupied. This might be their last chance.

"OK, OK, you're right. Sorry, I just want to fuck you so much right now."

Quinn pulled her pants back up, doing her best to ignore her body yearning for another touch and their dangerously distracting surroundings. They made a break for the door, but somehow Carla was there to block the way with a cruel smile.

"From the moment I saw you, I wanted those pretty little lips to scream for me. But I guess Shawn had the same idea. You're not getting out of here with that little soul intact." Quinn started edging backwards as Carla looked to close the distance between them. She gasped as her butt hit a wall. She glanced with pleading eyes to Shawn but saw him already making out with a revitalized Valerie. His hands groped her ass, which now filled out her jeans, and pulled her against him. She moaned in reply and cupped his balls. He wouldn't be helping any time soon.

"Forget about lover boy. I think Valerie is hungry for some real demon dick and is going to get a big delivery soon. That leaves you alone with my pretty wet pussy. Time to put those trembling lips to good use."

Carla drew ever closer, and Quinn's panic rose in her throat. She looked past Carla's hefty swollen tits to her snatch, whose dark lips glistened below a cap of pubic hair. An unseen **** brought her to her knees and forward until she faced Carla's pungent steaming slit. Her tail looped firmly around Quinn's neck, the demon smeared her tainted juices across her puppet's face, the sweet alluring scent wafting into Quinn's nostrils. Her tongue slipped out involuntarily, which was the only window Carla needed to mash the shy woman's face against her pussy. Quinn tentatively dipped her tongue between Carla's legs before starting to lick her copious spiced nectar. Carla laughed as Quinn sought to probe deeper, and soon she was mixing in two, then three, fingers at Carla's behest. The formerly resistant woman was now zealously looking to make her squirt under her ministrations, to Carla's utter delight.