A Fucking Escape Plan

"Fuck," you mutter in exasperation.

"Great choice, stud," Megan replies, settling onto a desk and spreading her legs.

"Megan," you reply, "that wasn't what I meant."

Megan pouts.

Your scan the room, attempting to buy time, formulating a plan.

Derek and Kristen have settled onto the couch across the room. All you can see is Derek's ass, framed by Kristen's feet as he slides into her.

You know you need to move fast.

"So you're totally infected?" you ask.

"Totally," Megan whispers, "totally infected.

"All we need to do now is cum to be complete."

Kristen moans as Derek slams into her.

"So you're basically demons already, right?" you say.

"Close enough," Megan responds. "You're not planning to cure us or anything, are you? We don't want to be cured."

"No. I wouldn't dream of that. But demons are very, shall we say, ... transactional, right? You scratch my back. I'll scratch yours. That sort of thing."

"I prefer, you eat my pussy. I'll suck your cock, but yeah, that's how we think."

"Well, then," you pause. "I have a transaction to propose."

Megan nods.

"I fuck you. You let me go."

"Oh, baby, after you fuck me, you'll never wanna go."

"That might be," you concede. "Still, I fuck you until you cum. Then you allow me to go up that ladder," you point to the roof access, "and you and your friends wait 30 minutes before you break the salt line or come looking for me."

Megan laughs. "Baby, as soon as you fuck me, the only thing you're gonna want is to fuck me again."

You stand firm.

"And fucking only," you add. "You and your friends can't infect me any other way. No kisses, no scratches.

"No spit."

"Damn, you aren't any fun," Megan says.

"Deal?" you ask.

"Deal!" Megan replies. Gimme that dick of yours.

Pulling off your shirt, you approach Megan.

You lay Megan on to the desk and pull out your wallet before you lower your pants. Megan gives you a curious look.

"I know I'm a whore and all, but it's not like you have to pay me."

"No," you reply. "We've already made our deal. This is for me."

You retrieve a condom from your wallet.

"Cheater!" Megan shouts.

"I was always taught to practice safe sex," you answer as you slide the rubber over your hard cock and place you hands on Megan's knees to spread her wide.

"You fucking bastard," Megan shouts as you slide into the tightest pussy you've ever felt. Once you're inside, Megan wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you deep inside. You pull out slowly until the tip of your cock rests between Megan's moist lips, then ease back in again. Megan moans as you push in once again.

While you develop a rhythm, you can hear Derek and Kristen behind you. He's pounding her hard. You hear flesh slapping against flesh. You grab Megan by the ankles and throw her legs over her head, to pound her too.

Derek grunts behind you while Kristen moans, the crescendo of their mutual climax fills your ears. Seconds later, you sense that they are shifting positions. You glance over your shoulder. They've settled into a 69 position on the floor. Derek is on the bottom, eating Kristen's pussy. Even on the floor, he seems bigger than he was, holding Kristen above him as his biceps swell. The mousy looking teen from moments ago is developing voluptuous curves. Her mop-top of hair has extended past her shoulders. She rests Derek's 16 inch cock between her growing tits and licks at the head. She gives you a sultry wink before deep throating him.

Turning your attention back to Megan, "Like what you see?" she asks.

"Ohhhh," she moans. "Fuck me. Fuck my soul out of me you fucking bastard.

"Make me, make me fucking cum."

Another round of orgasms behind you and you know that Derek and Kristen have completed themselves. They approach you from either side.

"Remember our deal, slut," you caution Megan.

"Ok, ok," Megan responds. "They know, they know. Just fuck, just fuck."

Sharp claws brush your shoulders and down you back as Kristen comes into to view. She is now a gorgeous succubus.

"Megs," she whispers in a throaty voice, "will you fucking cum already!"

"Almost there, almost there," Megan replies.

"Good," the succubus replies. "I can't wait to watch you turn and fuck you demon pussy with my tail."

"Ohhh," Megan responds. "Your tail. Fuck me, fuck me with your tail."

Kristen smiles and you feel her tail inching up you leg. She eases it into Megan's ass, making Megan howl. The added pressure of Kristen's tail drives you on. You know you'll cum soon, but you try to hold off to keep your end of the bargain.

You slam deep into Megan one last time, feeling your cock swell. Your balls burn.

Megan screams in release and you feel the walls of her tight pussy throb around you, triggering your release. Megan's pussy grows hot as she cums, you imagine from her soul being ripped from her.

You back away.

"We'll take it from here, human." Derek says to you with disdain, lifting Megan into the air. Her blissful expression disappears as Derek hilts himself in her, and she screams herself hoarse. Kristen leans in for a kiss and folds the changing, soon to be succubus into her wings.

Grabbing your shirt from the floor, you pull the condom off you cock, being careful not to make direct contact with Megan's fluids.

Megan's moans grow louder as Derek and Kristen pump into her.

She cums again, and Kristen retracts her wings, allowing the newborn succubus to emerge from her fleshy cocoon.

Megan is all that you imagined she'd be. She pushes her long, black hair over her shoulders, showing off her pointed ears. Her reddened flesh is toned and tight. Melon sized tits are capped with firm, black nipples. She bats her eyes at you, allowing the red slits to sparkle, before she licks her thick, black lips with her long forked tongue.

"You did a great job," Megan says offering you a fanged smile. "I'll keep up my end of the deal.

"You have safe passage through the roof. We won't follow for a half an hour."

Derek has already lowered himself between Megan's thighs and is licking her pussy. Kristen is on her knees sucking Derek's cock. Megan motions to Jake who joins the trio.

"We'll keep ourselves busy while you show yourself out.

... that is, if you want to."

You look at the ladder to the roof hatch and wonder whether you should go. Everyone you've met today has fallen victim to the Lilith Strain. How long will you survive? And why? It would be so easy to wait there for your half hour to be up. Let them take you. Or you could go back down to the sales floor, back where Jess and Amanda would gladly fuck your brains out, and your soul for that matter.

Time is running out. Every second you spend thinking about this is one less second for you to put distance between yourself and these hellspawn.

That is, if you want to.

Do you want to?

Do you really want to?