The of a Soul

You suddenly feel Kendal’s shredded soul weaken further. Instinctively, you crack open a door. You feel it being sucked downward out of your body.

From the door an ebony, ethereal, phallus plunges forth. It splits your soul like nether lips. With each thrust you cum both physically and spiritually. It finishes like firehouse, making you feel deliciously full.

You sit up. Your pants are soaked where your slit is. You lick your lips. With Kendal gone this body belongs completely to you. It’s lush curves, sensitive breasts and cunt, are yours to do with as you please. Kendal isn’t coming back. You look up.

You see Mallita coming down the hall. You snicker. She is attempting to sway her boyish hips sexily. As she gets closer you see a strange double image of Sasha and a black skinned, red eyed, succubus. The black skinned double image is feminine perfection, large breasts, narrow waist, a perfectly rounded ass, and toned legs.

“Hello, ‘Kendal’. Looks like you’ve been having some fun.”

You cup your breast suggestively. “Sure have.”

“Did you want your body back? I think I’m done with it. Time to trade up.”

You are stunned. You were working so hard to get it back and now it’s yours if you want it. The problem is you don’t. You don’t want to go back to being the unnoticed side kick. You don’t want to be the girl with the nice personality. You want attention. You want to get laid by hot guys.

“Fuck no. Keep it.”

“Glad to hear it. Now want to have some real fun?”