For Renee

"Oh, god, it's going to fuck me!" Renee cried, terror edging into her voice despite the cheesy dialogue. She started to rise from the floor but Bob was quicker, grabbing her and holding the struggling Renee against him. The muscles in his arm bulged as his other hand wandered over the woman's body before settling in to rub her mound over the shorts.

"Noooooo," Renee moaned, Bob's fingers eliciting a response from her traitorous body. His hand snaked into her shorts and Violet saw her sag a bit as Bob's fingers found her clit and pussy. Clashing emotions played across Renee's face as the unseen hand continued its work.

"So weak, your kind," Bob rasped from behind the mask. "Set on the road to damnation from a single touch from us." Renee gasped as Bob's fingers found a sensitive spot. "You try to resist us but your very nature defeats you. You crave us. You need us. You beg for more. And then you become us."

Bob released Renee, who dropped limply to the floor. He pulled off her shorts and dragged her toward him by the hips before his imposing cock plunged between her legs. Violet watch him thrust into the docile woman on the floor and wondered how they changed things night by night. Did she resist more some times, offer herself eagerly at others? Did he tear her clothes off, have her suck his cock? Violet's fingers slipped inside the waistband of her jeans as her thoughts wandered. Renee looked in bliss splayed on the floor and moaned softly as Bob pumped her pussy. Maybe sometimes she was the dominant one, flipping the script and trapping his head between those strong thighs. Pushing him into the couch and riding his cock with a snarl until he exploded in her pussy. Violet moaned involuntarily thinking about Renee in control as her own fingers curled inside her and the real Renee was fucked in front of her. She longed to see the woman's tits and as if reading her mind Bob ripped Renee's shirt apart. Her firm mounds capped with thick pink nipples jiggled ever so slightly as Bob reamed his wife.

"Oh, it's so fucking good. I don't ... leave me and save yourself before he claims you too," Renee said. "Fucking pound my little pussy, oh yeah, fucking fill me up." Violet's hand moved faster in her pants as reality accelerated past her fantasies, the "demon" ready to claim its hopelessly aroused victim. Then Renee shifted and she was on top, frantically impaling herself on the thick mass of Bob's cock. Violet unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down, giving her more space to work with. Renee's cries as she bounced on the "demon" were so fucking hot, as was the woman herself, with full breasts, lush curly hair, flared hips and a carefully tended thatch of pubic hair above athletic legs. Violet slithered out of her jeans and added another finger as the rut neared it end. And then Bob smiled from his position on the floor.

"Looks like another slut is ready for Lilith." The words froze Renee, who soon found herself alone, with an erect Bob strolling toward Violet. Her heart fluttered as the man took her hand and led her from the chair.

"She didn't want to be saved. So I'm going to corrupt her into a hellbitch while you watch." Bob pushed Violet forward and she tumbled onto all fours near Renee, who wailed in dismay, either at Bob fucking Violet or being without a cock inside her for the foreseeable future; Violet wasn't sure anymore. The unseen Bob spent a few moments licking Violet's soaked pussy lips before he filled her with his sizable meat. She moaned as he sawed into her, her pleasure amplified by the kinky roleplay of the couple. Fuck the news, she was coming over here every night if it was like this. And it was then that the doorbell rang.