Wrath

You stand, watching the succubus finger her moist slit and getting upset that you must actually go do this annoying fucking job before you can get what you want. With the annoyance of denial growing within you, coming up with an answer isn't difficult, "Wrath."

Without getting up and without stopping her self ministrations, she frees her tit long enough to raise into the air. In a swirling mist of smoke similar to the one that summoned her, the demonness creates a necklace, the golden chain snaking around her fingers with the symbol of a red orchid hanging from one of the links in the middle. "Get someone from your home then to wear this then. It shall turn them into a sexual deviant obsessed with **** and grudge fucks. Their own and encouraging it in others."

She turned on her charms and looks you straight in the eye with a smirk, "I know you hate to wait and do this first. You do it for me though, and you can come back and hate-fuck me all you can for the rest of the night." With that she tosses it into the air right at your face. You flinch but it turned out to be unnecessary as it floats harmlessly in front of you. Feeling aroused and embarrassed you want nothing more than to do just what she offered. Stifling your **** and feelings of betrayal as you prepare to turn some member of your family member into a sinful, sexual, angry deviant you walk out of your bedroom.