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Chapter 42 by Jnightshade Jnightshade

Resist the pull?

There No Need to Resist

You walk outside. Even if you wanted to there is no resisting the princesses. the tattoo above your sex throbs and your juices drip from your shaved snatch.

In the sky you see them. In the distance they look like a writhing red latex ball. As they approach you realize they are fucking as the fly toward you. They descend, tails in in slits, tongues in asses a spinning ball of shiny, red skinned, fucking Succubi.

You spread your legs in invitation. They waist no time diving in. Each one is nearly identical and completely irresistible. One of the black haired, red skinned demons attacks your pussy sliding her tongue deep inside you. Another, fastens her mouth on your tit and teases your nipple with her fangs. With her sharp black tipped fingernails, she teases your other nipple. The other stares into your eyes with red and orange slitted orbs. You wonder if that’s all she is planning on doing until you feel her tail slither into your asshole.

From a distance it must seem like the latex red ball has swallowed you whole. You suppose, in a sense, it has.

You feel sexual pleasure on a level that you have never before experienced it, despite your fondness for LUST. You let the blissful feeling overwhelm you as you climax. You feel them devouring your soul, your humanity. You feel the tail in your ass cum. It feels scorching hot. Burning you from the inside.

You feel the LUST within you rise and other sins recede.

The princesses pull away from you. With tails in each other’s pussies they speak. The one on the left begins.

“it is done, sister.”

The middle one continues. “Your soul was filthy...but, powerful.”

The right one intones. “Take enough souls and there is room for another princess. The chosen will be our strongest.”

The middle one continues. “We are called.”

The princesses take flight, a ball of lustful fucking.

You feel odd. You look at your hand. Your skin burns and it’s color begins to redden. Your fingernails grow long, shiny, black, and sharp. They look like weapons, but you know better. They’re for teasing your lovers’. You giggle. No more need for manicures.

Your cunt begins to ache. Every moment you aren’t fucking it grows worse. You’ll need to find someone or something soon. You wonder if you can use your still human features to your advantage. After all, there are prey in the cathedral.

Where do you hunt?

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