A Balmy Night

Sensing that subterfuge is still the best way to proceed, you call your followers together and formulate a plan.

Raven, Jenny and Slut are set to milk the newly minted incubi dry of their powerful, infection-ridden semen. You admire their stamina as they dutifully bring each demon to climax over a dozen times. You appreciate their self-control as they deny themselves the pleasure of ingesting that seed and instead place it, gallons actually, into a large vat in the warehouse.

An emulsifying agent is added to the thick, viscous liquid as the three succubi enjoy each other on the catwalk over the vat. You smile as their pussy juice drips into the mixture, adding to its power.

Satisfied that things are going well, you step out and see Barbara continuing with the plan. She talks on her cell phone to her producer, trying to sound professional, and human.

"No, Bob, the crew's not here to take the shot," she flashes you a fanged grin and eyes the two drained husks that were her camera man and producer that sit within her news van.

"I don't know," she continues on the phone, "Hank said something about being 'drained'. I guess he went home …" you notice her suppressing a laugh, "…or something."

"Anyway, this Reyes guy says we need to get this new info out ASAP. Put me on live over the phone." Barbara nods to you that all is going well. You wander to the van and watch the live broadcast over the monitor.

The anchorwoman addresses the audience. "We have another report from Barbara Stokey on efforts to combat this harrowing phenomenon. Barbara, are you there?"

The screen is filled with a publicity photo of the transformed reporter. She was attractive this way you think, bringing yourself off with your tail as you watch the image before you, relishing her remarkable changes.

"Yes, Michelle," Barbara replies. "We have more breaking news on precautions everyone should take to protect themselves from this plague. The military, in cooperation with top researchers has developed a protective balm that will help prevent infection, even from direct contact with a demon. We're being told that the balm will be available tomorrow and everyone is advised to use it liberally on there, well, **** areas."

Back on the screen, Michelle's face appears just as you cum. You imagine sharing some of that with the anchorwoman, making her a succubus too. She continues interviewing Barbara. "That's great news! Where can we get this stuff?"

"It will be distributed over night through a door-to-door delivery system. Tomorrow, when it's light out, everyone will have some!" Barbara smiles at you as the puny mortals take the bait, hook, line and sinker.

"Fantastic, Barbara, we're all looking forward to getting this godsend."

Unable to resist the temptation, Barbara continues, "I'm sure, Michelle, I'd be happy to deliver yours, personally."

The anchorwoman smiles, ignorant of the implications of such personal service. "By the way Barbara, you were exposed to the Lilith Strain, and the new antidote several hours ago, how are you feeling now?"

You are now on your knees lapping at the reporter's bare, slick pussy as a reward for her outstanding performance. She stifles a moan to respond to the inquiry. "Ohhh, Michelle, never better. Never better in my life."

"That's good" Michelle responds. The camera cuts to the anchorman who continues the marathon coverage.

You and Barbara return to the warehouse and are pleased with the progress. Thousands of jars of balm are filled and labeled with detailed instructions as to application. Your brother and sisters have heeded your call and stand ready as messengers of this ointment of conquest. The jars are delivered throughout the night. The human recipients are too terrified to look and see who is leaving these packages for them.

You retire with your followers to the basement of the warehouse, guarded by Reyes and his few, still human troops. Hours later, you feel the sun set and sense what is about to come. You note that Barbara is already out. No doubt making her 'special delivery'. You can feel the many who have applied the balm. They still do not comprehend their fate. You could join Barbara, or you could engage in some voyeurism as you watch the balm overtake some unsuspecting soles, or anything else you wish. The night is yours, and it will be a night of conquest!