Eve

Hearing the door, John staggers out of the shower. He hopes it's Eve. He really needs something to eat and drink.

As John sees Eve he gasps. She has the costume on again. She looks so sexy and so sinister. It even seems like the horns have grown.

"Eve? You promised you'd take that off and get rid of it."

"I decided not to." She runs her from her sex to her breast and cups her tit. "Besides, doesn't it make me look sexy?"

"That's not the point. There's something wrong with it. Ever since you started wearing it you've been different."

"Mm, I know. I've been acting like the hot little harlot I am. Now I'm going to fuck you, lover."

John's eyes widen with fear. "You can't be serious, I feel like death."

Eve chuckles and swaggers toward him.

As John becomes erect, he swears Eve's canines have grown into full fledge fangs.

Eve enters the apartment. She slips off her dress. She wants to fuck John. For some reason, she doesn't fully understand, she needs to fuck him.

She sees John staggers out of the bathroom. Just seeing naked makes her wet and ready.

He mutters something about taking off her outfit, cursed, blah blah blah. Silly man, she thinks, I'm never taking it off.

She begins to pose. She grins wickedly as her sexiness has a visible effect on John. His cock hardens nicely and his eyes widen with fear.

Eve licks her lips, becoming intensely aroused by his fear. She struts toward him. She knows he is much too weak to escape her.

She pushes him down to the foyer floor and mounts him.

John looks up. "Eve, please I can't..."

Eve begins bobbing. She hears John moan in pain or pleasure, she no longer cares which. She increases her pace. Once she is finishes with John, she knows the costume will truly be hers.

Beneath her, he moans, spasms, and goes still.

She climaxes. The orgasm seems to on forever, changing her as she writhes in pleasure.

Eventually the bliss begins to fade. Eve looks at the clock and realizes her orgasm has lasted nearly twenty minutes.

She looks around...