Raven has an idea!

Peering from your perch, you contemplate how to spread the infection of the Lilith strain. Raven's thoughts flow into your mind. (You wonder for a moment if your creator shares a similar connection with you.)

"She's brilliant," you think. "Such devious ideas!" One in particular comes to you. You glance at her and admire the gleam in her dark, slited eyes as you acknowledge her thought.

Both of you look off together into the distance. The reservoir! And the water treatment plant! If you could "place" the infection into the water supply .... there'd be no stopping it!

From the distance in the other direction thought, the sun - that hated bringer of pain - is beginning to rise over the horizon. Shelter is your first priority, then you can set your plans in motion - an orgy in the water - your brothers and sisters spreading the virus to the city. Your pussy drips in anticipation!

You spread your wings and swoop to the ground below. Raven and Jenny follow at your side. Walking though the neighborhood in the early morning, you find the doors locked. Nowhere to go. You must escape the sun - and quickly!

As you approach the third house, you notice a rustling in the curtain - "It's occupied," you say to your companions, "we must get inside."

Again, you find it locked securely. You don't want to break in and arouse attention. As you're walking away, your sensitive ears hear the lock turn and the door swing open.

Framed in the doorway is a young woman. From her disheveled appearance you conclude that she's been up all night. You approach, but she spreads the collar of her blouse to reveal a large cross on her creamy flesh. You shield your eyes with your wing. Raven and Jenny do likewise.

"You may enter," the girl says, "But keep your distance!"

Although you don't appreciate being ordered about by this ... this ... human (the very word fills you with disgust) ... Your options are limited by the situation.

As she backs from the door, you enter with Raven and Jenny.

"Why do you offer us sanctuary?" Raven asks.

"I've seen what your kind does ... or can do." The girl pointed to the TV in the corner. New coverage is still incessant. At the moment, an epidemiologist is being interviewed on the strain and its spread.

The girl continues "Some of your kind killed my boyfriend ... He fought them and they ... they just drained him."

The girl begins to cry. "I ... I ... don't want that to happen to me." she sobs.

"I'll let you stay here. But only if you ..." she pauses for a moment. Although you know what's coming, you want to savor the moment. A request! A willing convert! You smile widely as your hostess regains her composure.

She looks at you with steely eyes and draws a deep breath. "MAKE ME LIKE YOU!"

She holds the cross firmly in her hand, still keeping you at bay as you approach. Jenny and Raven slink toward her as well, like sly cats circling in on their prey.

"But of course, my lovely," you reply, "I can think of no better way to repay you for your hospitality."

You are within inches of her. Still, the cross holds you at bay. The girl's chest heaves with her heavy breath. You can hear her heart pounding at the thought of what she'll do next.

She reaches with her free hand and stokes you forehead. Brushing you hair aside and caressing you horns.

"A succubus ... So sexy," she moans, "so ... so powerful!"

"Just as you shall be, my little slut!" You push her hand aside and look to her other one. "You know what to do!"

She yanks the cross from her neck, snapping its chain, and throws it across the floor.

In an instant, the three of you are upon her. Clothes are easily ripped away and you fall to the floor in a heap. Jenny squats on her face, Raven toys with her ass and her sweet pussy is your prize. As you lick with your forked tongue, you insert you finger and tease her toward orgasm. Her hips buck beneath your lips as her fulfillment approaches.

"Yes ..." she moans "A succubus, a succubus, a succubus."

Finally, she is able to stand no more and cums in waves, you feel her pussy pulse around your fingers as she screams in ecstasy.

Her exhaustion is short lived as the infection works her over. For the next several hours she is insatiable. Fucking you and begging to be fucked over and over. As the sun reaches its apex in the sky, the change manifests itself and your new minion is born.

You sit off to the side, fucking yourself as the transformation begins. The girl's skin reddens as her tits expand. Soon, she is licking her own black nipples with her long, forked tongue. Her tail and wings emerge as she shouts in joy. As she regains her composure, you approach, she smiles at you, flashing her double set of fangs, and looks at you in appreciation through her own dark, slitted eyes. You brush her now long, dark hair aside and stroke her onyx horns.

"A succubus ..." you say as her grin broadens, knowing it is her that you speak of, "so sexy and so powerful!"

You newest minion bows before you in respect and supplication.