With pussy power...

With a bit of creativity and the ol’ divide and conquer, you should be able to turn the tide in your favor.

You leave Raven to finish indoctrinating Barbara into your ranks, and order Commander Reyes to guard them with his life. He willingly obeys, as another heavy gaze thoroughly crushes the militiaman’s will.

Jenny, Slut, and yourself squeeze though a vent in the ceiling and crawl through the ductwork, placing yourselves overhead of the holy room. With a conspiratorial smile at your minions, the three of you begin stroking your clits and fingering yourselves. You’re careful, for the moment, not to cum and tip your hand. Instead, the scent of your sex wafts through the vent into the room.

It takes about a half-hour for it to have the desired effect. One by one, the priests begin to feel woozy. You see them each growing increasingly, unbearably erect. Finally, despite their best efforts of restraint, one of them snaps and attacks his nearest comrade. As he strips him bare and plunges himself into the anus of his victim, the rest quickly fall like dominoes until only the senior chaplain remains.

“Complete them,” you hiss, ordering Jenny and Slut through the vent. They descend, and quickly overpower the remaining mortal. Once their horny followers have discarded the spermicidal weaponry down the adjoining toilet and washed their hands thoroughly, the succubi and soon-to-not-be mortals **** into a furious rutting orgy.

Quite satisfied with phase 1, you return to the others, arriving in time to see Barbara enduring her demonic chrysalis. She cries out and grunts in lust as her horns pierce her reddened forehead and her own thick tail squirms forth. With bared fangs and unfurled wings, she is completely yours.

The newborn demoness leaps gracefully toward you, landing in a prostrate kneel. “Missstresss,” she hisses, kissing your thighs. “Thank you for freeing me.”

You grin broadly. “Arise, Barbara. We have work to do.” You give an order to Reyes to begin dumping the spermicidal agent, and to delay anyone who comes looking for it. As he departs to follow your command, Raven, Barbara, and yourself head along the vents to the troop barracks.

Once overhead, the three of you begin the aromatic work anew. As most of the troops are asleep, the effectiveness of your pussy vapors is much more pronounced. Every one of them is quickly erect. Satisfied, the three of you silently remove the grating and slip into the room.

One by one, you remove their pants and begin sucking off the slumbering soldiers. The few that awaken during the act are quickly dominated into submission by your gaze, and lulled into a euphoric trance as you deep throat their ejaculating penises. Before long, the entire squad has been infected with the Lilith Strain.

After an hour, you collect your troops (old and new) and reconvene in the main room of the warehouse. Soon, you will have a large collection of incubi and dark priests of lust at your disposal, enough to produce all the semen you need to finish Satan’s takeover of this pathetic world.

You wonder how it would be best to proceed. Should you undertake Raven’s plan to pollute the reservoir, taking care of the entire city in one fell swoop, or would the subtle route of handing out tainted balm to mortals looking for protection be the better course?