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7 pm, PST, Friday, December 27, 2 days after Christmas
An Abandoned Mall, Southern California
“Well, I don’t know about presents in the traditional sense, but I received many gifts this Christmas, such as the gift of demon jizz turning me into a succubus!” Sarah Michelle Gellar asserted as I fucked her harder from behind and my pointed tail sodomized Gillian Anderson.
“Oh ... damn it ... fuck, yes!” Gillian cussed as she creamed herself thanks to my tail now burying itself deep inside her butt.
“That’s what you said when I fucked you the normal way, too!” I chuckled while driving balls deep inside Sarah, relishing her wet and juicy twat.
“Talk about being able to fuck two women at once! Damn!” Michelle Trachtenberg commented.
Michelle then bent over in front of me and I licked her delectable bottom with my forked tongue, making her squirm and moan in response. Her ass was very sweet and I made a point of rimming her without any hint of embarrassment. Her own tail swished with delight as she felt my tongue explore her pucker with enthusiasm. Demon booty was always yummy, anyway, but her crimson tush especially so right then.
“Okay, make that three women!” Michelle giggled and shivered as she felt my tongue explore her butt-crack so eagerly.
“Damn ... fuck yeah!” Freddie Prinze, Jr. groaned as he took Morgan Fairchild ruthlessly and she begged him for more cock inside her hot, demonic gash.
“YAAAHHHH!” I heard the latest scream of a recent virgin who had reported to this spot to surrender the booty to a devil.
She was lucky that the demon in question was Joaquin Phoenix, and he was more than in the right mood to satisfy her. The rumor that I deliberately spread online that virgins could easily lose their V-cards at this specific location had drawn them to it like flies to honey. Male and female alike, they were eager to shed themselves of their hated celibacy. It was part of my continued campaign to abolish virginity as much as I could, not to mention appeal to those suffering the ravages of undesirable abstinence. The goal was to have zero virgins fourteen years old and above in California by the end of 2020. It might not be attainable, but it was well worth the effort.
Of course, the Rapture would help with that objective as well, given that so many virgins would vanish at that point. I wanted to encourage those types to convert if they weren’t interested in changing their ways. The future utopia that I had in mind wouldn’t have any use for virginity, chastity, abstinence, modesty, or anything of the sort. Assuming that we prevailed over the Holy Ghost and his destructive minions, we would have a world free of that kind of “holiness” crap. Carnality, hedonism, and nudity would reign supreme. The more of the prudes that left in the Rapture, who couldn’t shame and influence others with their prudery, the better. As an incubus and former Prince of the Incubi, that was my perspective and always would be.
Already, despite being called back before being able to turn everyone, my various demon recruiters had done a wonderful job wherever they went. Outside of the South, and even including parts of it such as Texas, DC, and northern Virginia, large numbers of people had been turned demonic. There were still plenty of humans left, but between the Rapture and my own conversion efforts, their numbers would soon be significantly reduced. I had scrupulously left much of the Bible Belt untouched, but once the Rapture took place, I fully intended to send teams there to make a huge dent in the remaining populations.
As for California itself, well, it was well on its way to having a demonic majority, probably the sole state to do so yet. I had decided upon at least one of its Senators, namely Loretta Sanchez, along with its next Governor, Kari Wuhrer. Its current Governor, Gavin Newsom, was already now one of my demons, too. Half of the legislature was effectively under my control by now. The new year would witness some major legislative changes, such as a drinking age dropped to fourteen along with an age of consent lowered to that as well. Even some of the tight gun laws would be reversed pretty soon.
None of this affected my current orgy, since it was in a mall that was vacant for several months already. I chuckled as I swapped back and forth between Sarah, Michelle, and Gillian in fucking all three of them that this sort of thing was a lot like much of the television series in which they once starred, but much wilder than that. After all, not even in their wildest scenes did any of their characters get impregnated and turned demonic by an actual devil of Hell, let alone its King. This was some stuff that would make Joss Whedon blush, if he wasn’t already a demon himself nowadays (Alyson Hannigan had turned him along with Seth Green, thankfully).
That was when a new arrival interrupted us in a rather annoying fashion, forcing me to cum a little faster in order to leave the nice, white-hot creampie that the ladies enjoyed so much. Rudy Giuliani was now among us, perhaps a bit miffed that he hadn’t been selected for either side just yet. The former New York Mayor was always a bit irritating, anyway, but since developing erectile dysfunction, he had only gotten worse. There was a bitterness, a chip on the guy’s shoulder that was understandable, but he was also tied in with some very unsavory stuff, and by that I mean actual murders.
Jeffrey Epstein was just one example of this, and that man’s torment had only ended when I decided to make him a demon like everyone else already in Hell. Due to my growing discomfort with his status as an incubus, I transferred him on the day after Christmas to the destroyer demons under Azrael to deal with some of those enemies who needed to be killed. He would have to earn incubus status. I now decided to do the same with Rudy Giuliani, if the guy really wanted to be on my team, that was. He would have to start out as a destroyer demon himself. To this number I had already added Jack the Ripper as well. Surprisingly, Kristin Kreuk had requested to stay among their ranks until the job was done, a wish that I granted out of respect for her need for vengeance.
“Ah, look who the cat dragged in ... you! Well, Mr. Mayor, I have one hell of a job for you, if you really want to be on Team Hell, as it seems. Not that you have too many options or too much leverage, of course. You’ll report to Azrael to serve as a destroyer demon, but first you must suicide. Earn your way into my good graces, and then you can become a sex fiend like most of my devils. There’s a pistol. Shoot yourself with it, become a destroyer demon, and then kill whoever Azrael commands you to kill. Is that clear? I’m not gonna make you a servant to my folks, simply because you’d enjoy it too much.
“So, what say you? Ready to take the plunge?” I asked, just seconds before Rudy picked up the gun and shot himself in the head.
His resurrection as a destroyer demon was truly epic, in terms of the sheer power, rage, and determination within him. That didn’t even count his sudden embrace of complete loyalty, something that had become a feature among the new breed of destroyer demons at least. They were very committed to serving me, as they should be, at all costs. Rudy Giuliani was definitely a brand new man, far superior to his old, human self. Like all destroyer demons, for the present, he had no sexual organs at all. Male and female bodies alike, I left them with only a useless “Ken and Barbie doll” mound, anatomically incorrect until I was good and ready for them to have genitals.
Destroyer demons also didn’t have bladders, so they wouldn’t have to piss. Since he had been impotent, the only real difference for him was the lack of any need to whiz. This would allow him to focus on death and destruction for the moment. The sole exception to this arrangement was Kristin Kreuk, but that was because she was a voluntary destroyer demon, not a future incubus on probation. I kept her sex organs intact, of course. If she wanted to take a break and fuck, she was entitled to it, unlike the rest of them.
Also, Keith Raniere, Allison Mack, and Jeffrey Epstein were on orders to let her piss down their throats if she so wished. I had a feeling that they wouldn’t like that, but too fucking bad. This was an infernal penal battalion as well as a black ops team and a death squad. They hadn’t earned their fun and games yet, not even their fucking dignity. They had a lot more killing to do first. Swallowing hot demon piss just came with the territory for them.
“A bit jolting, isn’t it? Your new physiology. Get used to it. I won’t change it until you’ve earned your privates back. When you do get them back, though, they’ll be larger and better than ever. And they’ll be very potent, trust me. So, let that be an incentive, Your Honor. Perhaps you’ll even have a future in politics again, but don’t count on it. You have some bloody, nasty work to do. Now, report to Lord Azrael, the Destroyer. He has taken over from Lord Abaddon some time back. Run along. Don’t make me come after you,” I dismissed Rudy curtly.
I then slipped away to make a little detour to Peachtree, Georgia, a rare exception to my recent ruling on the Bible Belt, namely to avoid it until after the Rapture. I knew exactly where I was going, of course. There was a pair of professional singers and the husband/partner of one of them, all very comfortable and relaxed with plenty of eggnog, punch, wine, etc. in their systems. One of the singers was semi-retired, running her own music school in the area along with her husband. The other was her houseguest for the holidays.
They would be perfect for my next seduction, which could start to set the pieces for my next chess move across the board. I would be moving into the Bible Belt with a vengeance once the Michaelists were gone, after all, reshaping it in my own image. This was an excellent start. I waited until each member of the party was sluggish with booze and food before pouncing. It was a lazy Friday night, past ten in Georgia, the time zones being so far apart. As always, I was determined to enjoy my job ... and this time, to bring my conquests back with me for the orgy.
Lisa just got up to use the john when I entered the bathroom after her and closed the door behind us. She didn’t even notice until she sat down to piss and there I was, standing right in front of her, a devil of Hell. I was naked, in my full demonic glory, crimson as blood, horns, pitchfork, pointed tail, hooves, and forked tongue in place. Lisa started to rise, but I shook my head and closed the distance, parting her lips to receive my dick all the way to the base. In spite of herself, whatever her qualms, she opened wide after a short time and starting sucking me of her own volition, the lust overtaking her as predictably as ever. Few women who started sucking me could bring themselves to stop without my guidance toward another activity.
I washed Lisa’s hands for her with a wet, soapy washcloth while she began deep-throating me in earnest, her mouth gaping to receive more of my thick, throbbing demon cock. I fucked her face with a fury and she simply worked with me to take me further down her gullet. She couldn’t help herself. She just had to take more and more of my prick in her mouth, hungry as she was for it and thirsty for my spunk. I held onto her lovely head of hair as I used her throat like a pussy at last. She looked up at me with such lust and need that I exploded in her mouth and pulled out only after dumping the maximum motherlode of cum that I could give her.
“Oh, fuck, that’s delicious!” Lisa licked her lips as she swallowed every last drop of my white-hot jizz now.
“So are you, and now, my sweet Irish tart, you’re mine, baby. I own your soul! You voluntarily swallowed demon seed. Rather greedily, too. You loved it! There’s no getting out of that deal. You’re damned. Your soul, your body, all of you belongs to me now. Brace yourself for the next part,” I told Lisa as I snapped her neck and turned her demonic at last.
The succubus version of Lisa Kelly was even sultrier and more seductive than the human form, of course. I pulled her up and bent her over to fuck her from behind over the toilet, just as the door opened and Chloe Agnew walked in on us. She took one look at me, at Lisa, and then back at me before she knelt behind me and began taking my tail directly into her own mouth. She swallowed as much of my devil tail as she could handle before she stopped, gagging on it now.
Chloe then repeated this action several times before leaning over Lisa to part her cheeks and start rimming her sweet demon ass. She felt an intense attraction to both of us, just as we felt to her. The way that her tongue slid along the crack of Lisa’s fine butt was more than enough to make Ms. Kelly cream herself and moan, just as my cock caused as well. Lisa’s gash was already juicy as it was, especially since as a succubus, there was no bottom to her lust.
She was fully committed to this kind of wild and wanton wickedness, if wickedness was the right term. Certainly, by Michael’s standards, this was a sin. As to anyone else, that was a matter of opinion and those who agreed with Michael were more likely to depart in the Rapture, anyway. One thing that was obvious was that Chloe wanted this every bit as much as Lisa and I did, to the point of licking her girlfriend’s bum so enthusiastically. Like it or not, she was enticed and captivated by this debauchery, too.
I caused Lisa to grow a futa cock, pulled her upright, and yanked down Chloe’s pajama bottoms to guide the former inside the latter’s asshole from behind. I then went back and forth from Lisa’s messy cunt and arse to Chloe’s sloppy snatch while the retired diva sodomized her colleague and friend, glad that UTIs weren’t a worry anymore. Chloe bit her bottom lip as she felt the intensity of buggery at her new Sapphic lover’s hands, secretly pleased that her long-time lesbian crush was satisfied at last. She couldn’t wait to return the favor, too.
Well, I thought, that could be arranged soon enough. I slipped back into Chloe’s dripping wet slit yet again and erupted at last inside her, just seconds before Lisa did the same to her delectable bum. I whispered into Lisa’s ear and she nodded before she covered Chloe’s mouth with another cloth and smothered her to kill her mortal self and ensure her resurrection as a devil of Hell. I then caused Chloe to grew a futa dick and bent Lisa over to make it easier for the former to sodomize the latter. I stuck my own cock balls deep up Chloe’s asshole, taking full advantage of the natural lube that Lisa left behind.
This lasted for a good half hour of constant swaps and switches, including a few points when Chloe was inside my ass and I was inside Lisa’s, as well as vice versa. Futa pricks were very useful that way, of course. Everything went swimmingly until we heard Scott moving around, at which point I came inside Lisa’s already soaked gash and filled it up with my white-hot demon jizz. I knew what I had in mind, and Scott catching us would mess up the plans. I tapped both ladies on the shoulder and whispered my intentions, causing them to revert to their old human forms.
Scott heard voices and followed them to the bathroom, at which point Lisa and Chloe pounced, dragging him back to the sofa. They pushed him onto the furniture, making out in front of him before slipping him some tongue as well. Then Chloe twerked with Lisa for a bit, followed by the opposite, exciting Scott even more. Only when his cock was about to burst with his heightened lust did Chloe plant her steaming hot pussy above him and impale herself in one drop on his throbbing pole. Before he could even think to speak in support or protest, Lisa then straddled his face and made him eat my creampie from her gooey gash.
“Shhh ... honey. It’s time. High time that the cat and mouse games end. You knew that this was coming, that as soon as I got the nerve and so did Chloe, that our little mating dance would end and she’d be our lover. Yes, I said OUR lover. Yours and mine together, babe. Our natural companion. It was always meant to be, this little menage a trois of ours. Deep down, we all knew it. We even played around with it, especially when sauced, but we didn’t dare admit it aloud. Now we can.
“I’ve never been entirely straight, nor have you, I dare say. I mean, hey, at the risk of being insensitive, you’re a fucking dancer by trade! That’s not a vocation known for old-fashioned, heterosexual masculinity. That was one of the things that I always liked about you. You were fine with embracing a profession that would make people automatically assume things about your sexuality. On some level, we were both always aware that neither of us are heteros, are we, nor are we gay.
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