Willow and Tara

The demon slipped into the summers home like a shadow, moving up the stairs and easing open the door to the room where Willow and Tara slept, smirking down at the two naked exhausted girls. He could smell the sex and lust on them. They?d been busy earlier tonight.

Smiling he changed back into his normal form and eased into the room, moving over to the bed and sitting down on it, stroking a hand over the two sleeping girls, neither awoke, though Willow shifted uneasily in her sleep.

He slipped into the pairs dreams, pushing hard against their minds, filling their dreams with dark erotic thoughts. Both witches began to groan and moan, moving and shivering as their nightmares began.

Tara?s nightmare was simple ****, dozens of rough men and rougher demons lined up to have their way with her, each sticking his large, stiff manhood into her sex or arse or mouth, defiling it and rubbing her painfully raw. Each laughed at her complaints, spanked her then used her again, then to be replaced by a new man, over and over again.

Willow?s dreams were more complex, she was herself but changed, her breasts much larger, her form clad in a long but indecently cut white dress, her face intricately made up. Under the skirt she wore no underwear. Willow could feel she was a slut, and she was stupid, whatever intellect she?d once possessed it was gone in this form, she was merely a sex puppet to the demon who stood before her, running his hands across her breasts and squeezing lightly, smirking to himself as he enjoyed her corrupted form.

Both women shuddered and shifted in bed, terrified by the awful visions running through their heads. Fecrim smirked, deciding what to do to them when they awoke.