Helluva

You step inside the house. The music is loud and it is crowded. Wednesday night parties had always been a thing, but with the growing number of soulless on campus the parties have gotten epic.

Taylor and Wyatt drag Emmy to toward the bar. Emmy looks about at the festivities in amazement.

Of course, the soulless are a bit looser with their morals. In one corner you see a scantily clad girl with iridescent blonde hair and curves to die for sucking the cock of a souled partygoer.

You lick you lips. He’ll be ripe soon. Everyone wants something.

You turn you attention back to Emmy. She’s drinking some kind of mixed drink with Taylor. You saunter over to the girls, drawing appreciative stares from partygoers and inspiring a bit of lust.

You get a second round as Taylor and Emmy chug theirs.

“So are you enjoying the party Emmy?”

“Ish great!”

You smile, apparently Dean Harris doesn’t do a lot of drinking. Emmy is already good and buzzed. She finishes the second drink and you grab her hand.

You drag her out on the dance floor and begin to dance sexily with her. The area around the two of you clears and admirers stop dancing to watch the two of you.

While the attention is mostly on you, Emmy is clearly enjoying the shared stoplight. She sways and tries to match your moves.

The song finishes and Wyatt grabs Emmy’s hand. You drift to the side. Emmy and Wyatt are grinding hard to the music, still drawing some appreciative looks. You spot several people coupling off, no doubt affected by your exuded lust.

The song ends and you are waiting by the bar, with another drink for Emmy.

She chugs it down with gusto.

“Slow down just a bit girlfriend. You’ll want to remember some of the evening.”

“Sho hot. I sho need to gesh fucked.”

“You know Wyatt wants you bad?”

“Really, heesh so hot!”

You get her another drink.

After another round of dancing, you motion to Wyatt. You lean into his ear.

“Take her. She wants you bad.”

Taylor shoots you a look.

“Not yet, Taylor you have all week to talk her into a threesome.”

Taylor looks disappointed.

An hour later a Wyatt and Emmy return. They look sweaty and with your enhanced senses you can smell the sex on them.

You check the time. It’s four a.m. and the party is winding down.

You look to your minions. “We should get her home before the sun rises and she changes back.”

The three of you drop her off at her house. Taylor stays to make sure she doesn’t **** on her own vomit.

You look at Wyatt. You have a few hours to kill before you get busy.

“Hey Wyatt, want to fuck my ass?”

He grins.