They have a difficult breakup.

The demonized Jenny slinks along the edge of the bed in serpentine fashion, giving her former boyfriend a teasing touch with her dark talons.

"What'sss wrong, Mikey? Doncha like the new and improved me?" She stands beside the bed, striking an incredibly seductive pose. You didn't think it possible, but her demonic beauty makes you hornier than ever. Judging by the masturbation of Annie, Nichole, and Ken, they feel her power as well.

"You tried to keep thisss from me!" Jenny hisses angrily at her former beau. "You'd deny me thisss power, thisss perfect body!"

"No," Mike pleads, heartbreak visible upon his face. "I was trying to save you! Save your soul!" Your heart has hardened too far by now to feel any touch of pity for this waste of mortal flesh.

"You don't dessserve the honor of joining Master Satan'sss ranks," Jenny rasps. With her incredible strength, she grasps Mike's throat and snaps him free of his bonds, snapping the posts and collapsing the king-sized bed. A single hand lifts him over her head and slams him hard against the wall.

"Jenny...please...I...love..." Mike gasps through her clutch.

"I love no one. Only lussst mattersss!" Jenny beckons Ken to her side. The incubus responds eagerly, penetrating her vagina as she moans in fiery satisfaction. "You sssaw my fantasssy. Well, it wasss more than that. We've made it reality, in your own bed, ssseveral timesss!"

Mike reels on the verge of tears.

"She sssaid you were a limp-dicked pusssssy, pal," Ken grunts in foul humor. "And ssshe sssucksss a mean cock! Ssswalowsss too, the filthy whore!"

"Ooh, I love hearing you talk to me like that, you handsome demon, you! He'sss nothing next to you, lover," Jenny groans to her beau.

She sends a mental message to you and the other succubi as she drags her ex into the living room and presses Mike firmly into the plaster wall, dislodging and shattering a framed portrait of the happy couple with the impact. The three of you nod in delightful agreement.

It's an appropriate idea, you feel, as Nichole and Annie pull his arms straight out to his sides and jam two sharpened tent pegs through Mike's outstretched palms while you impale his feet together with a pair of scissors. For one so pious, he looks the part perfectly.

The remainder of that day is spent hiding from the sunlight as you and your band **** Mike. You and the others (Ken included, as the incubi's natural homosexual urges spring forth) take turns giving him slow, deliberate hand jobs, swallowing the jets of semen and soul that spew forth. While the five of you feed and fuck, not one infectious motion is directed toward Mike.

With the coming of nightfall, his spirit spent, Jenny forcibly rips his bloody and quite desiccated body from the wall. He is still alive, by the merest thread.

The succubus drags him out onto the balcony. She laughs at his every pained groan as he is elevated over her head and across the safety railing. He is weakened too greatly to say her name, or even to cry.

"Love hurts, darling," she chuckles, blowing him a kiss as she releases her grip. She watches Mike tumble seventeen stories to his gruesome splattering against the pavement.

While this occurs, you and the others masturbate each other in the stained living room with tails and talons, all the while scanning the news reports for information on the spread of your kin.

The disheveled and tired (but still extremely fuckable) Channel Six anchorwoman, Darla Brentwood, speaks with a field correspondent. "Barbara, have you heard anything from the police or military about further quarantined areas?"

"Yes, Darla, we have," Barbara replies, the wind and rain tossing her brown mane of hair freely around her shoulders. You lick your lips when her surroundings tell you she's only three blocks away! "The police have blocked off several sections of downtown that have known Lilith Strain infections, and are in the process of attempts to contain the infected." An infographic map shows the cordoned sections of the city; one of the "Infected Zones" is your own building!

"It'sss no longer sssafe here, Missstresss," Annie warns you.