I'll help them as a demon should (Pink Trigger's Power >699)

Shannon... George... I've seen your futures, such as they are. That love of yours, while beautiful, is short-lived. By the time the seagulls cry, you'll be nowhere to be found. You talk about love, but you have no idea how to realize it.

I know what's best for the two of you in this situation.

I wouldn't let George begin his confession. We've all seen that before, George, and how many times?! Instead, I had him reach straight for the white blouse of Shannon's maid uniform, hooking both hands, before ripping it open with explosive ****. I saw her exposed flesh and hungered for it, like the demon that I was. I could see the confusion in her eyes, the lack of understanding.

Don't give me that look, Shannon! You've fantasized about this sort of thing too, haven't you?

Next, I (George) backed her into the corner of the gazebo. I (George) grabbed her legs out from under her and sat her butt onto the bench surrounding the structure. I (George) lifted her skirt and grabbed at her panties, then yanked them down forcefully before she could stop me.

Ah... she'd erected a barrier. Where I should have seen the explosed, pink flesh of her pussy, instead I saw a red triangle of magical light, blocking both my and George's view. I may have seen this a time or two before. Unfortunately, I know George has no way to deal with it. He can't use my Pink Trigger.

"Shannon! It's not me! It's... it's-!' George stammered, perhaps feeling as though he was inside some kind of nightmare. He sounded like a little boy again! Where did that gentleman go? I clasped one hand into his mouth, still holding the panties, and stuffed them inside to shut him up.

"It's the witch...!" Shannon resolved, sounding as though she finally understood something.

Wrong, Shannon! Almost right, but wrong.

Well, you two... I'm not stopping here just because some minor barrier is in my way. I may not be able to use my gun, but there are other ways around this. Without hesitation, I had George reach out to Shannon's magical chasity belt and begin stroking the lips of her pussy around it. I could feel it burning his hands, but what of it? They aren't my hands. You should suffer a bit for love, George. Haven't I died many times over to strengthen mine? Don't complain about a little burn like this!

Ah... That's it. I can feel her becoming moist. Will that barrier hold, Shannon? Will you deny your husband his rights as a husband?

Next, I bent George down onto his knees. I made him lick her womanhood, which was still covered by that cruel barrier. I could feel his tongue burning. You're hurting him, Shannon! Are you going to burn your husband's tongue off, when all he wants to do is please you as a woman?!

Aha! I felt it drop. She couldn't stand to hurt him.

I unsheathed my (George's) cock. The night is almost over! It's now or never!

George lifted Shannon by both legs, propping her against the gazebo, and began to thrust himself inside her. Ah... I've given this gift to you. The pain is over... no more burning. No more struggling. Just pure, carnal ecstasy. Two young lovers, loving desperately, as fully as they can before their lives are taken from them. Or did this already count as taking George's life from him? It shouldn't. I was only sharing the experience, a small token, as gratitude for showing the two of you this enlightened moment, which you both would have missed entirely if you didn't have my guidance!

I felt he wanted to pull out. I didn't let him. I felt he wanted to hold his cum. I allowed him, for a little bit longer. After all, it wouldn't do to ejaculate before Shannon was ready. I could feel Shannon had given up her protest and had returned to love. This is good; my presence here allows them to do as they wanted, acting recklessly, for after all, it's the demon's work. Who cares why or how? This gazebo could become their own Golden Land.

Ah, but you're holding it too stubbornly, George! Now you're the one making her suffer. You see? She's wet and ready! She's ready! Cum, George! Cum!

I felt my own seed spilling out onto the lawn while George's went into a pure young maiden. He'd finally claimed his wife for his own. Is he worried she'll get pregnant? No... he'd take responsibility, I imagine. Besides, there's no need to worry. The night's almost over. No life can be created tonight, any more than our own may be preserved.