The mind is willing

Aside from the pockets of the deepest corruption, most of the room now is a mass of copulating couples and threesomes and quartets, with the humans seeking relief after their lust boiled over. A stout older man with an unkempt beard is atop a a cute older woman with a thick ass and a nose stud, and a pimply young man drives into a middle-aged Black woman, her clenched hands urging his inadequate tool to plumb deeper depths. A pair of remarkably similar willowy blonds paw at a chubby brunette.

Still, a few holdouts are sprinkled around the club, (relatively) dry islands as the rest dive ever deeper into sweet desire. In ones and twos they drift toward the doors, looking to escape the moans and slaps and exhortations and screams that are more than they were after tonight. A pair of fraternity pledges convinced they're in over their heads, a third wheel left alone after her friends found themselves occupied, a fireplug of a female cook and a rail-thin dishwasher from the kitchen, a delivery woman trapped in the wrong place at the wrong time, a prudish couple gathering information for a protest effort, another couple testing the strength of their faith, a 30-something who stopped in to up her game for her girlfriend. The pledges and prudes jiggle and shake and smash the door handles, but they won't budge.

The third wheel chews her nails as she watches, her heart thumping. She swears her pussy must be leaking into her jeans as the cacophony of the room buffets her ears, and her sweater feels much too hot. Why didn't she wear a shirt underneath it? Stupid, Aly, stupid!

The courier shifts side to side, eager to get back on schedule and away from this fucked-up club. She curses the fate that sent her route here this evening and locked her into some crazed porno scene. Were her panties always this tight?

OK, that's how you imagine it anyway, as you eye the third wheel's ass and a tantalizing glimpse of skin below the sweater at her waist. The package handler has intriguingly buff arms and an air of mystery in a uniform that hides rather than flaunts. You've had your eye on the short-haired solo cutie, the potential delivery slut and the rest of the band, and you doubt you're the only one. Flexing your power is so sweet.

The group is so ragtag that too much of their focus is on the way out and not what's still inside. Like you and a mountain of an incubus and a very hard Emily, who apparently has moved on from her playmates. The orange stripper — Felicity, you know now, though you wonder if she was Felicity before tonight —is also gliding toward the front. As is a woman you'd deem a potential voyeur except her tousled hair, impish look and wet bush mark her as a participant in the festivities.

You focused initially on the third wheel, but the new girl is homing in on the oblivious target, so you decide to unwrap a different package. The incubus has locked onto the faithful couple, and Felicity stalks the bandana-sporting cook and dishwasher. That leaves Emily front and center when the 30-something glances backwards and sees her group is boxed in by a rainbow wave of sex demons. The terrified woman has apparently forgotten her voice as she eyes your steady advance, for she never yells an alarm to the rest of the group. Instead she stands stock-still until a grinning Emily stops before her, her thick cock bobbing as it points skyward. The woman takes in the sweep of Emily's onyx horns, electric green eyes, whorls of ink. Says nothing as your sister in sin deftly slices through the soft fabric of her pants, never breaking eye contact as she slides down her prey's body and unfurls her forked tongue. Flicks it over the gusset of the woman between her legs. Only when Emily looks away to bury her tongue in the patron's folds does her breath hitch. And the rest of you swoop in as the would-be escapees get a reality adjustment.

With the growing number of Lilim, you find a gift of enhanced awareness of your surroundings, allowing you to see your brothers and sisters beyond the scope of even your sharp vision. The incubus — Isaiah — has a hand clamped on the arm of the faithful woman, terror filling her dark eyes, while his tail roots her helpless husband by her side. Felicity likewise has knotted her tail around a leg of the dishwasher and cook, the duo futilely trying to shake free. The stranger drapes herself across the back of the third wheel before she can turn around, leaning in for a conversation even as she gropes a boob. And you find yourself on the receiving end of an icy stare from the muscled courier as she struggles against your steel grip on her arms.

The 30-something is gasping as Emily explores the depths of her pussy with her inhuman tongue and teases her clit with a thumb. You admire her high cheekbones, full, pale lips and dusky moon-shaped face as she wrestles with the pleasure Emily is wringing from her. The stranger, a cute brunette with teardrop tits, is imploring the resistant third wheel not to go as she kneads a breast and slides a hand over her target's stomach toward her jeans. Isaiah is taking his time, licking the woman's neck and nibbling her ear as the trapped hubby tries to push the demon away. Felicity has managed to kiss both the plump cook and the dishwasher but wants a deeper taste. And you run your tail between the legs of the delivery woman, tapping her clit and thumping her ass and slithering along her thighs, as she continues to spend her strength.

"Don't tell me you want to leave all this," the stranger breathes into the third wheel's ear. "I'll share Chad with you. We can fuck another guy. Another girl."

"I... I just want to get home," the third wheel says meekly as her apparent friend's hand slips under the waistband of her jeans.

"You're so fucking wet," her friend says, reaching deeper. "Is this for me or for them?" She turns the third wheel to get a better look at you and Lilith's other blessed soldiers. The third wheel can surely see Felicity probing the cook's mouth, her hands locked on the woman's head, as the worried dishwasher looks on. And Isaiah's hands slapping the faithful woman's ass under her sundress as he continues to taste her. And Emily munching on the box of the fetching 30-something, who quakes as she comes on your friend's hungry mouth. And you as you lick your lips and slide your tail past the courier's sex, the appendage twitching as it caresses her clothed body. Her arms are starting to shake in her effort to break free and her breaths grow deeper, which just means she's inhaling deeper hits of your potent pheromones.

"Do you wanna fuck" — the friend's fingers work the third wheel's cunt — "or do you wanna watch them all get fucked? I bet you've seen me and Chad before when you pretended you were in your room. How many times did you watch him pound my pussy when you said you were studying or watching TV or napping? Did you think about his cock plugging you instead? Did you imaging taking his thick dick in your mouth while I watched?" The third wheel utters a throaty moan under the verbal and digital and visual assault.

Isaiah has torn open his prey's dress and is feasting on her small breasts, while she locks hands with her concerned man. The incubus saves his hands for their crotches, rubbing her mound and his bulge as he tests the duo. Felicity has torn open the cook's jacket, revealing tantalizing cleavage above a scooped undershirt that contains her paunch. The woman is red faced as she watches the harlot blow the dishwasher in front of her. The 30-something has her hands locked in Emily's hair, sweat beading on her skin. Her shirt is on the floor, leaving her modest tits on display in a plain black bra. And your strokes have become more focused, sawing at your prey's crotch. The courier's blue-green eyes no longer lock on you as the ponytailed blond wears down.

Emily straightens and runs her hands up the 30-something's trembling body as Gunship's "Doom Dance" begins. She mashes her lips to the woman's, her stiff cock trapped against her prey's taut stomach. Their tongues mingle and the office worker tastes a heady mix of numbing spice and honey and her own juices. Isaiah now has a hand and his mouth moving over his prey's plumping titties as his other hand rubs her to climax with two fingers buried in her sodden pussy. Felicity continues to fellate the dishwasher, with more bulge visible as she bobs on the cock and more meat revealed when she pauses and taunts the cook. The woman is a little leaner than a few minutes before and fighting the urge to touch herself.

Your prey now leans into your arms more than she resists, so you drop your arms to her chest and unwrap your prize. Her nipples dimple her sweat-soaked undershirt, and her white boyshorts are sticky with her juices. Your tail play has left her with severe camel toe. You guide her to your tits, and and after a few tentative licks she begins to nip and suck.

There's a small commotion but it's impossible to tell what noise came from where. Isaiah has sheathed himself in his target, and her hands are splayed on his broad brick-red back as he thrusts into her pussy with thunderous strokes. Emily fucks the 30-something from behind, her eyes burning into the remaining folks by the doors as her infernal cock plunders the mewling woman's snatch and her balls slap against her rounding ass. Felicity is spewing filth at the dishwasher, whose tool is now almost incubus-worthy. She diddles the poor cook at the same time, the woman groping her own tits.

The delivery woman rides your tail cock, the slopes of growing tits tenting her shirt outward as you reshape her one delicious stroke at a time. She tosses her cap and frees her wild hair from its ponytail, gold flecks dancing in her eyes as she plants her hands on your tits.

The third wheel has collapsed under the ministrations of her friend's fingers, giving the friend the opportunity to push up her sweater and tease what turn out to be delightfully full breasts capped by long, dark nipples before moving into a 69 position atop the vulnerable girl.

Freed from Felicity's restraints, the broken dishwasher is hammering his co-worker while parroting the talk fed to him by the demoness as she riled up the couple. Most of the cook's extra weight has flowed to her swelling titties and ass in what's now a centerfold-worthy hourglass figure.

The formerly faithful woman digs sharpening nails into Isaiah's back as he pumps her to Lord of Acid's "Rough Sex." She nips his shoulder with lengthening canines set in a jaundiced face and squeals as Emily enters her ass with her tail. The woman's husband looks on in despair and shame, his cock stiff in his chinos despite witnessing his wife's defilement at the hands of a monstrosity.

The 30-something is now a fuchsia stunner with hooded eyes and onyx nubs atop her head eagerly impaling herself on the azure fuckstick. She finds her feral gaze wandering from one delightful carnal act to the next, each exquisite mound of tit flesh to the next pussy swallowing a thrashing tail or titanic cock.

Felicity also considers her next move as she taunts the humans by the doors. She masturbates as only the Lilim can, her tail filling the space between her legs as black juices drip to the floor.

The dowdy blond prude looks on in abject horror, clutching a tiny cross around her neck. Her man takes a different tack, fiddling with the base of the doors with his back to all the action. The two pledges fidget, torn between staying in the circumscribed pocket of sanity by the doors and taking their chances elsewhere in the club. A useless debate, but the human mind loves a riddle. You can smell the tamped-down arousal on them even as your tail delivers its corrosive payload into the loins of the courier, who thrashes under your body. Her firm melons press into you deliciously, and you shred her shirt for a visual inspection. Muted vibrant hues swirl under her mounds and across her sculpted stomach, popping over her nipples and trembling lips as your forge her anew with Lilith's fire.

Unlike the delivery slut, Isaiah's conquest has finished blooming, with flaming hair tumbling over yellow flawless skin. The thick nipples crowning her stupendous rack and the rough horns building on her scalp are a blood red, and you catch flashes of red in her corneas. The wanton hussy leers at her hubby with a fanged maw as she nears Lilith's full embrace at the hands —well, really the magnificent cock and scintillating tail — of Isaiah and Emily.

The kitchen duo crash together on the floor, their lust at full roil, as they prep Felicity's short order of fuck demons. The dishwasher looks like a roided-up gym rat, his muscles bulging as he holds onto the cook's thick hips in their rut. His reddening eyes cycle between her quaking mammoth tits and her flawless face awash in ecstasy. His pointed ears pick up every grunt and curse and moan as they pound their humanity to dust. He can smell the delicious arousal and sexual miasma suffusing the club. And he can feel that he and Janina are close, so close.

Emily and her fuchsia conquest rise hand in hand and saunter over to Felicity, and they quickly put their turbocharged sex drive to work on each other, with Emily hilting in Felicity's ass and the 30-something — Clara — and Felicity putting their tails to use in each other's pussies. The trio may be insatiable fuck demons, but it's clear to you that they're turning up the volume to fuck in a different way with the remaining humans nearby.

Unlike your new lemon sister — Hannah — who's shoved her man to the ground. After slashing his pants open she aggressively shoves his length down her throat, though he's already stiff. After about 30 seconds of the rough blowjob seeding his path to Lilith, she straddles him and begins to ride his cock noisily. The pinned man groans in disbelief but makes no move either to resist or encourage his lover. The new succubus then tears opens his shirt and pulls her pliant lover in for a soul-scalding kiss as her pussy gobbles his rod.

Under you the delivery woman shrieks as you fuck her soul away. Lilith has gifted her with a curious patterned rough coat in black, yellow and red like a serpent and variegated curling horns, with red and yellow threads lacing through the black. She squeezes impressive tits that already leak corrupting black milk as she nears her demonhood on your thrusting tail. You lick the cream from her nipples to her delight and she presses your head deeper into her nipple. With a final "fuck, yes!" you feel her tattered soul slide away and Alexis' new life bloom.

With Hannah showing her lover faith in a new god, Isaiah has moved on to the kitchen staff. They both sport tiny horns and pointed ears along with darkening skin, so he's just speeding things along a bit. Janina and Jose are so far gone that Isaiah introduces his beast to her starfish with no trouble at all, and in a heartbeat or two the incubus and corrupted human are pumping both her holes. The intense pleasure soon triggers her little death, and her quaking pussy in turn sends Jose over the edge, both their souls tearing free.