The Brunette

“Hmm…” Lilith thought for a moment. The other two women were certainly visually appealing, but there was always something to say for corrupting the regular humans. So she waited, patiently watching as the two women finished doing their business and left. Then, when the plain brunette walked into the bathroom, she struck.

A dark red drip of slime quickly began to drip from the grate, though none of it hit the floor. Lilith flowed into the bathroom, hanging from the ceiling as though she were one large, slimy stalactite. Her head reformed itself right above the girl, a perverse smile on its gooey face. She recoiled backwards like a snake and, like she had done before, arced straight into the woman’s face.

The girl had no chance. Before she even really had a chance to react, Lilith was stuffing herself into her nose, wrenching open her mouth and flowing into her throat. Separate tendrils even split off into her ears, trickling directly into her head. If she wasn’t paralyzed by sheer shock, she certainly was by Lilith starting to wrench away control of her body. In no time at all, Lilith found herself surrounded by the warmth and comfort of a new suit of meat.

“Ahhhnnnn, now this is the stuff.” Lilith thought. As she usually did, she searched through her host’s mind, wiping up the remnants of her gooey form as she did so. As the woman’s tongue ran along her crimson-coated fingers, she suddenly stopped.

Oh, shit.

As it turned out, there was more to Mary here than met the eye. She worked nights at this bar, of course. But every once in a while, she attended a meetings for a certain social club. A club that thought of itself as a demon hunter society. They trained, researched, and even investigated things they saw as Hellish or otherworldly.

“Oh, now this is serendipity.” Lilith laughed, looking down to her new stolen pussy. If there was one thing she definitely enjoyed, it was taking down the people who thought to banish her. And without even really trying, she’d already found her way in.

The thought of corrupting that group was already getting her going. She started to finger herself on the toilet, her labia already slick with a thin coat of red slime. Her mind was filled with the possibilities, images of the fools bowing down to her, worshipping her in her true crimson form. She went knuckle-deep in Mary’s cunt and bit her lip as she imagined them servicing her every lustful desire, damning their souls to eternal service to her. Her twisted perversions brought her to a quick, small orgasm, Lilith giving small pleasured moans as she fingerfucked herself to completion.

A slamming on the door brought her back to her senses. “Hey! Are you fucking masturbating in there you fucking creep?” A voice yelled.

Lilith realized she may have gotten a little carried away. After all, normal human women didn’t masturbate just anywhere. She quickly sucked on her slime and pussy juice-covered fingers, pulled up Mary’s panties, and straightened herself out. After all, she had appearances to maintain if she wanted to corrupt this little group of demon hunters.

'Mary' then emerged from the stall, looking much the same as she did before. She looked to the girls staring at her, obviously having heard her self-love session. "Sorry ladies." She apologized without an ounce of shame. "Sometimes a girl's just gotta get off."