Downtown

You have no desire to run into your mom again, so home is out. You head downtown. As you get further from the mansion, the tremors seem to subside.

You decide to head for The Coffeeshop. You know Kerry won’t be there and if she was you’d be getting coffee with a side of S&M. Still their coffee is wonderful.

You smile at the collapsed buildings on either side of the street. The destruction is epic. About a quarter mile away you see a demon at least fourteen feet tall. It appears to be made of molten rock and is taking its ANGER out on buildings. Thankfully it is headed away from you. You come up to The Coffeeshop. Remarkably, The it is mostly intact.

You enter. It is dark inside. Behind the cash register is a pretty new decoration. One of the cashiers you don’t know is nailed with spikes to the back wall. She is naked and spread eagle. Chunks of flesh are carved out of her in various patterns, including a pentagram on her belly. Oddly there is no blood. Her expression is one frozen in ecstasy. Below her crotch the floor is soaked. Apparently she enjoyed what was done to her. You have renewed appreciation for what must be Kerry’s artistic expression.

There is no power. You sigh, no power, no coffee. As you turn to go you hear moans from eating area.

You walk in. One of the demonic creatures like your mother became is riding a man. He moans in pleasure as her cloven hooved legs drive her up and down.

She looks up at you. Despite changes in her features that make her sexier, you recognize Angel.

She smiles at you. “Hello Sharon. Nice to see you. Wait just a moment, I’m nearly done here.”

She picks up the pace. The man’s moaning increases. He groans a massive orgasmic groan. The his body seems to deflate. In moments he looks almost skeletal.

Angel stands up and lick her lips. “Mm, he was tasty. Did you enjoy the show?”

“Very hot.”

She slips a finger into her dripping snatch. She brings it to her mouth and sucks off the juices. “Want to participate? I promise it’ll be the best sex you’ve ever had.”

“No thanks, Angel.” You point to the desicated corpse, “I really don’t want to end up like that.”

She giggles. “Are you sure? I assure you if he had to choose again, he’d do it over.”

He voice drips with lust. Her pussy smells like sex. She poses showing off unreal curves. You are wet with desire, but you resist.

“I’m afraid the answer is still no.”

“I’m getting so horny, I’m going to fly. But before I go let me make you an offer. The princesses left me with a mark. I can use it on you. Once done it can’t be undone. The princesses will find you. It will hurt, but in the end we’ll be sisters. Do you want to be marked?”