Tulah Doesn't Give Up Escaping

Christy now stood there, flanked by Cathy, Lee, and Hitomi.

Cathy’s red hair was now a hot pink, her midnight blue skin complimented by pastel pink lips and nipples. Her pert B cup breasts now shapely large C cup domes, her flared hips and round bottom perfectly proportioned as her void black eyes stared with disconcerting lack of emotion. Flexing her wings trimmed in the same blue as her skin as the pastel pink spanned their spread.

Lee stood next to her proudly, hard white nipples gunning for attention atop her balloon like C cup breast. Her blue skin contrasted with red hair and wings. Her Asian features sharp and refined, her slitted red eyes and white lips conveying the newfound pride of lacking inhibitions.

On the other side of Christy in all her demonic glory stood Hitomi.

Unlike the rest of the models Hitomi had gone down a different demonic path. Standing proudly atop her now hooved digitrade legs. Her skin was an iridescent white, her hair a metallic dark purple, a braided faux hawk draping across one side of her face trailing down her neck. Groping her E cup breasts and teasing her bright pink nipples she curled her equine lips. She was a show horse, no doubt in her mind as she swirled her tail behind her.

Tulah looked back and forth, fully aware he was now out of escape options. The elevators seemingly ignorant of their summons.

PING!

Without thought, without even truly recognizing the sound or its source Tulah found his body springing into action, launching for the seemingly slowly opening doors. Launched on a course without chance for correction or cancellation.

And collision...

As Tulah glimpsed the elevators occupants he had **** as it was already too late.

Too late to run somewhere else.

Too late to surrender.

Too late to escape.

With seemingly lightning reflexes Tulah felt his throat snared, his body convulsed with inertia as his throat snagged on the collar of his shirt, the tear of fabric teasing his ears as the cloth grew taught, began to give way, and then came loose.

The elevator doors grew distant just as fast as Tulah had launch towards them, if not faster.

As Tulah’s ass collided upon the hotel floor he gasped for breath, his sight blurry for a moment as the elevators occupants stepped out into clear view of the shocked man.

The green incubus stepped out confidently, Sierra quickly leaning on his shoulder leering at the potential prey as the fox tailed succubus bolted off, eager to chase down her husband and take his soul. If it wasn’t gone already.

“Well, do you want to join us? Quite the crowd you’re looking to leave.” Sierra remarked, taking a long and thorough look up and down each of the demons lurking in the elevator foyer.

“He’s not up for grabs.” Christy’s words echoed clearly, and commandingly. As a simple glance to her and a knowing nod exchanged before Damian and Sierra turned to wander off.

“There’s always later.” Sierra cheerfully shouted as she flaunted her ass groping Demi as she and Damian passed by.

Watching in shock Tulah began to question just what had happened, as Christy sauntered up and crouched down before him.

“I have a bit of pull with... Well, the deep dark one.” Christy cheerfully commented with a shrug. “So I snagged you a deal.”

Tulah looked upon Christy in disbelief, fighting to keep his eyes on her face as his mind raced with concerns to fend off arousal. Questioning the value of any deal supposedly on offer.

Leaning in close to whisper in Tulah’s ear Christy’s husky alluring voice continued. “We’re going to leave you be. You’re free to do as you please and keep that soulful burden as long as you want.”

Standing up Christy began to step away waving off the transformed models. “You were always nice to us, I’m happy to return the favor. Just don’t try to leave. Get too far from the hotel and your amnesty is forfeit.” Strutting away Christy paused spinning elegantly to make one more point. “Also, if you ever wanted to do twins, let me know. I’m part of a set now. Have fun.”

Tulah sat up finally feeling the ache of everything that had been going on slowly rise through his body questioning if Christina had just saved him form who knows what.

Just remember what she said about outside.

With a suddenly cold shiver Tulah stopped questioning what Christina had said. Wondering just what to do or where to go from where he was sprawled out on the floor.