Eat a dick!

There's no way in hell I'm going anywhere with these snake cult perverts.

"Eat a dick!" Kacie says brazenly, glaring at the Kaabal's enforcers.

They are unfazed by her bravado. One of them even cracks a smile. Kacie is a shadow in their presence. She might be tall (for a girl), but these men have a good six inches and a hundred pounds on her.

"I love it when they get all sassy," the amused one says, cracking his neck.

The girl stands her ground, facing off against the advancing thug. The blow comes from the other side. The quieter of the two men shoots his hand out like a whip and connects with the side of Kacie's cheek with a loud THWACK, sending the defiant girl tumbling. Tears sting in her eyes as she lies on the floor in a crumpled heap. She doesn't even have a chance to push herself back up before the man's giant fist is latched onto her hair, wringing her head back. She's **** to gaze into his cruel eyes as he loses his cool.

"Eat a dick!? Who are you telling to eat a dick, you stupid whore!?" He spits in her face. "The only one here that's going to be eating any dicks is you!"

The goon bounces Kacie's head off the floor with a sickening thud. She lies there, motionless except for her shallow breathing. The man stands over her, dominant, as he unbuckles his leather belt.

"Holy shit, Brock! How hard did you hit her?" The other man shouts, his friend's surprising show of **** wiping the smirk off his face. "She's turning purple!"

Your eyes are drawn to her once pale cheek, now discolored with a bright purple bloom spreading from her cheekbone down to her jaw. You can almost feel a phantom pain in your own cheek just thinking about how much agony she must be in.

"Good! I can't stand mouthy sluts!" You can hear each tooth of his fly coming undone as he slowly unzips. "...unless their mouth is around my dick!" He snorts at his own joke. "I'm going to have fun showing this bitch what her place is now that she's a woman..."

Brock's muscle-bound silhouette lingers over the prone blonde. He watches her like a hawk waiting for movement in the tall grass. You watch her too, but you see things from a different angle. You're placed on the floor next to her, almost as if you were lying there with her, looking her in the eyes. What once looked like a bruise has spread from one cheek to the other, staining her entire face in a violet hue. Her eyelid creeps open and you are bathed in the glow of a setting sun. The thin, black fissure that splits her eye appraises the two men with predatory interest, but she remains still.

The one that is not Brock puts himself between his partner and Kacie's battered body. "Dude, we aren't supposed to fuck her unless she turns into a slut! Does she look like a slut to you?"

"Don't be a pussy, Brendon!" Brock shoves the other man away. "I've seen how this works! You get your dick in these transformed bitches and they go full slut-mode after a few thrusts." Brock grabs Kacie by the ankles and drags her towards him across the thin carpet. "Now help me rip her clothes off, or you're not getting any of her virgin cunt!"

Brendon kneels down and cups Kacie's jaw. He turns the girl's face to the side and furrows his brow. The purple is no longer just a stain. It's spread to every exposed inch of her skin, down to her throat, and beneath her striped top. He grabs the cotton neckline and shreds it with his meaty hands. The swell of Kacie's small breasts has even taken on the new color. "Um, there's something wrong with her, man... she's purple all over!"

"Oh, really now?" Brock has the girl's skirt hiked up when you hear another tear. He splits the nylon of her hose from the crotch down to her thighs, and when he finds more violet skin, his curiosity demands that he tear her panties off too. "Oh shit! Even her cunt's purple. This bitch ain't dead is she?"

"Need... dick..." The purple-skinned girl's voice pulsates, and she sits up in a snap.

Brendon inches away, but Brock's lips curl lasciviously as he is left eye to eye with the girl. "Hell yeah! What did I tell you? Look at her! She's like some kind of cock-obsessed zombie!"

Kacie's autumnal eyes roam across her attacker's well-defined muscles, her mouth agape, an entranced look about her. Her tongue, drenched in thick saliva, hungrily slides back and forth over her top lip. "So... hungry... need to... eat... dick..." She breathes out.

"You're not really going to fuck a purple girl, are you?" Brendon asks, keeping his distance.

Brock is already standing and whipping his lengthy dick out before his friend can finish the question. Kacie is up on her knees nearly as fast. She leans in towards the girthy shaft and inhales its musk. "You're not really going to fuck a purple girl, are you?" Brock repeats in a whiny, mocking tone. "That's what you sound like right now. Of course I'm going to fuck a purple girl. Look at how bad she wants it! She's salivating!"

The girl's tongue is longer than you ever could have expected. It slithers between her lips, and like a snake it wraps around Brock's growing erection. A faint odor wafts through the room as Kacie's almost prehensile tongue makes the beefy man howl. It is the smell of burnt leather and boiling tar, and it's getting stronger. You are drawn to the girl's back where two fiery halos burn through her jacket and shirt, leaving behind a sticky black residue on her purple skin right below her shoulder blades.

"Oh fuck! This slut's got some grip!" Brock shouts, pulling you back. He's violently thrusting as the constrictor-like tongue squeezes his bulbous cock, so embroiled in his lust that he doesn't even see that the girl's lips haven't even touched him yet.

But you see as Kacie's jaw starts to stretch, opening to twice the width of the shaft she is pulling towards her. You see her lips draw back and reveal gleaming white, razor sharp teeth lining her jaw like a shark. And you see Brock's cock and balls almost fully engulfed by her abyssal mouth—OH NO! You look away just in time! Her jaw CLANGS shut like a bear trap. You cringe at the high-pitched wail that follows. You don't want to look! You don't want to look, so you look at Brendon instead. He's doubled over in the corner, looking like he's going to be sick. You don't want to look, but a throaty giggle draws you in again.

The purple girl is now the one standing dominant over her prey. Her throat bulges with the shape of the thick shaft and heavy balls that are lodged inside. You can see the muscles in her neck writhing as they pull the offending organ down into her gullet until finally it vanishes. She moans in ecstasy as billowing leathery wings unfurl from the tar on her back. Her clothing continues to burn away, but she shows no shame in it.

"You were right, Brocky-poo. I was the only one to eat a dick today." She cackles with glee, and stretches out her wings. "And let me tell you, it was... life-changing! If you ever recover from that whole Ken-doll situation you have going on, you have to try it!"

Brock writhes on the ground in the fetal position, grasping for what once was there. He looks smaller with Kacie standing over him, or perhaps she looks taller, her long violet legs adorned with sticky, tar-black heels that travel almost all the way to her knees. They are not the only new addition. A pair of small, curved horns stick out of her now coal-black hair and her ears have become elfin in shape. The sight of her new demonic form, with her long, spade-tipped tail flicking back and forth, both frightens and arouses.

"Come to think of it, I'm still feeling a little bit peckish..."

You're not sure if you can handle the succubus's repeat performance, so should this be...

THE END?