Pulling your slitted eyes away from the delicious sights, sounds and smells below you, you lift your wings and take off from the rooftop. You keep low, avoiding notice as much as possible. It seems that even now people rarely look upwards - a definite bonus for your kind.
You swing freely across the city park. It's a pleasant, balmy evening, and you marvel in the freedom of flight, while masturbating yourself on the way. While flying over a road, you ejaculate, spurting virus-laden cum across the pavements. People stoop to investigate the strange rain, and you smile as you consider the number you may have infected.
You come to land once more in an alleyway outside Caroline's parents' house. It's a fairly standard 2-up 2-down, no real frills. You consider how to enter for a moment, then decide upon a direct approach. Smashing in a side window, you quickly climb in. After a few moments a large, balding man comes in, who stops dead in his tracks as you catch his eye.
"What do you... think... you're... do... ing..."
You never did swing both ways as a mortal, you remember, but such differences are below an incubus. Still, a delicious pussy is still your meal of choice. Perhaps his wife is here too?
"Little mann... You are my slave, now, are you not?"
"What... what are... No, not a sla.. No!"
Hmm, you think. He is a little stronger than expected.
"Look deep into my eyeesss, mortal. See the power, the youth that will be yoursss if you sssserve me. Will you ssserve me?"
Lost in promises of eternal life, he nods slowly in agreement.
"Now, little human, I want you to go and get your daughter and your wife, and I will take their sssouls."
"No, no, I'll ... I'll.. stop... Yes, my lord."
He turns and leaves.
You stand and wait, stroking your enormous cock and licking your lips with your serpentine tongue in anticipation of the meal to come. You can feel the soul-hunger ravening within you; what is taking the fat stupid mortal so long?
Finally, after what seems an eternity, the bald man returns.
"I'm here, masster, I brought you..." |