Unit 306

The kettle whistled anxiously, urgently summoning one of the denizens of the apartment.

Emi rushed out of her room and hustled down the hall to the kitchen, moving the kettle to another element and shutting off the stove. Lining up a couple cups on the counter for tea she turned her back to bag some loose leaf tea to brew.

Unaware of the silent dripping of Dion's fluid down into the mugs below from the ceiling.

As his body reach outwards, fusing with the building, its plumbing, ventilation, and violating its occupants he had found some rooms shielded from his influence.

Emi's was one of them. Her spiritual belief empowering the crucifix in the room to ward off the evil that was the Idol's growing influence around it.

Emi hummed to herself as she threw her teabags into the mugs and poured hot water over top, unaware of the chaotic brew she was concocting After all, her priorities were to bring the three cups back to the room and resume studying and planning out the next content she and Toni would be shooting for their youtube channel.

Hearing the door unlock and open Emi leaned over to see who had come home now. Seeing Sandra and Dillon weave around the door to close it after themselves Emi waved a quick hello with a chipper but quiet “Hi.”

“Hey Emi, how's it going?” Sandra asked discarding her shoes, suppressing a grin as Dillon discreetly groped her ass.

“It going… you know okay. Just trying to figure things out and do homework with Willow and Toni.” Emi replied squeezing by the pair that had just come home. The air around them and the recently opened door smelled kind of spicy, sweet and alluring.

Shaking her head from dwelling on the smell Emi passed it off as some fragrant candle having scented up the hall.

Getting back into the room she shared with Toni, Emi swung the door gently closed with her foot handing out the extra two cups of tea as the trio continued to brainstorm and work on their different homework assignments.

Sipping from their corrupted brews the three girls remained oblivious to how their lives were going to change. The only thing hindering the Idol’s pull on them, a simple cross hung over the door.

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Sandra gasped in excitement as she was forcefully pinned against the wall as the room door closed. She and Dillon had slowly duelled back and forth like this up the stairs. Their normally highly sexually active relationship finding itself in a higher gear as the two all too willing recipients succumbed to the demonic pheromones and substances they encountered getting home.

“Hold on, let me get a drink from the fridge.” Sandra asked gently, herself feeling eager to withdraw to their bedroom and try not to make too much noise.

“I'll give you something to drink.” Dillon replied playfully kissing down Sandra's neck before releasing her from where she was pinned.

“Well maybe when it gets time to go to bed.” Sandra seductively teased starting to walk towards the kitchen only to shriek playfully as Dillon rushed after her.

“I'll give you something to wait for.” He promised catching up to and embracing around Sandra, his hands firmly feeling her body through her jeans and thin low-cut tank top, pulling her ass against his pressing hard on.

Struggling to pour herself a drink of water from the fridge Sandra was excited by the unrelenting passionate **** she was consistently under. “Look, let me go, and I'll put something special on, just for you in the bedroom.

“How will I know when to continue,” Dillon squeezed Sandra's breasts together provoking a gasp of pleasure, “my ****.”

“I'll text.”

“You sure you wouldn’t rather make like those two on the stairs.” Dillon remarked, referencing the youthful pair rolling in whatever it was flooding down one stair case. They ignored Sandra and Dillion squeezing by, going at is rabidly in states of half undress.

“I’ll text.” Sandra affirmed, not sure why as she was torn between getting caught by her sister and friends being a turn on, or embarassing.