Chapter 8

Is Mara Safe?

Not Quite

Though Mara was in the abandoned house, she knew that she was far from safe. Every now and again she would hear a distinctive flap of wings above or heavy footfall outside. A chill ran through her body at the thought of her formerly sweet friend transformed into a shameless demonic harlot. Whilst Mara barely knew Jack, she always thought he would protect Ann Marie. It hurt to be wrong.

A bestial snarl turned her attention to the doorway, instinctively she stepped away from it before wandering further into the darkness. As Mara's eyes began to acclimatise to the darkness, she made out the monstrous outline of her newly demonic friend. A chorus of libidinous moans followed suit as Jack and his sister eased their oversexed forms through the entrance behind her.

Soft purrs filled the air as she briefly watched Jack ease a taloned finger between the slick folds of his sister's juicy pussy lips. A lustful mewl echoed throughout the barren room as Mara slowly ascended the stairs with her mind on escape. Knowing the ground floor was no longer an option, she silently paced between the rooms looking for a viable exit.

As Mara moved about above she heard Ann Marie call out to her in a sultry tone; "Oh Mara, it's time to come out and play." The stairs creaked as the newly minted Succubus began her ascension...