Time is wasting

You've already taken too much time here. You need to get to the airport. You give a mental command to your hounds. They yip and begin to chase each other's pussy. Soon there snouts will be buried in each other's crotches, their inhumanly long tongues eagerly probing.

"Sara, I need to go. While I am gone, feed and grow strong. And, take care of my hounds. Make sure they have a bone."

She snickers. She knows what you mean by bone. "Yes mistress."

You straighten out your Greta suit and don some slightly less sexy apparel for your trip. As you walk out you feel depleted. Creating another demon has left you and the circle weakened. You understand now why Jonathon is so **** to create a demon army.

You exit Lilapharmatech into the bright sun. The hateful light leaves you untouched within your Greta suit. You smile and slide into the waiting limo.

Soon you are at the airport. Amazingly fully twenty percent of the travelers there are not infected with the attenuated strain. You breeze through security, the benefit of being a regular business traveler. Well the benefit of Greta being a regular business traveler.

You look about the terminal, but before you can even sit down and instigate a little orgy, your plane begins boarding. You sit down in your roomy first class seat. Next to is a delicious looking blond morsel, untouched by the attenuated strain and quite pure of heart. You smile, nothing like an opportunity to corrupt.

You turn to her. "Hi, my name is Greta."