Too Many...

You were expecting one demon to enter, perhaps some young demon who thought he could take something for nothing. Or perhaps a succubus like your former self who wanted to team up in order to go for the "big haul" of souls. Instead, one by one, a host of demons poured into the room, most of them running right for you and Orland. While up until now, the senior angel had been calm and collected, even he knew that you and he were outmatched. You turned, and managed to take only one hasty step before it occurred to you you weren't used to your new form yet. You immediately stumbled, and it was only another second after that a demon the size of a car tackled you to the ground. Squealing in fright and agitation, you struggled as he held you down. You might have been able to fight him off, but face down against the grass of the current form of the room, you feel more hands of demons and demonesses grab onto you, keeping you still. You hear Orland shouting as well, "Get off of me, beast!"

Nearby, you hear a familiar voice: that demon sorting through the new arrivals: "Well, well... it's quite interesting that you took these humans here only to free them, Venus... but it's perhaps more interesting to find your friend here, and your new body. Did you think we would not sense his presence, even in your room? You really should know better..."

Despite the pile of flesh holding you down, you can see through the tangled limbs... Orland has a number of succubae holding him in place, with one wrapping her lips around his cock and playing with his balls. Despite his ability, the pleasure of the flesh in its purest form would be difficult to resist. Would they kill you? Re-corrupt you? Could Orland manage to focus long enough to help you escape?

You don't get much time to think about it, as you are **** up onto your feet. They face you towards Orland, forcing you to watch. "F-Forgive me, Venus..." Orland groans. "I did not intend... oh fuck... to bring any punishment upon you..." As your demon sister keeps slurping down inches of Orland's holy member, you can feel your chances of getting away slipping away...