The sensations of Lynn's touch are incredible. Between that, and the thought of taking that incubus' length into your hot pussy, you almost give in.
Almost.
Before she can react, you knee Lynn right in the face, sending her sprawling into the bookcase behind her. She doesn't seem to notice; if fact, she begins to moan more heavily, finger fucking herself in desperation as her skin darkens.
"Please...help me...cum!!"
Her ears have begun pointing at the tips, and you swear you can see the buds of fledgling horns on her forehead. She reels on the tip of orgasm, and you marvel at how truly beautiful she is...
The touch of clawed hands on your shoulders snaps you to, and you panic as the incubus tries to pull you to the floor. In desperation, you throw the coat off your body, and haul ass toward the screen door.
You heave the door open, just as you hear Lynn screech in unleashed lust. The heady smell of fresh cum fills the air, and you look back to see the incubus plunging his thick erection deep into the pussy of the newborn succubus, coupled by her phallic tail weaving its way inside his ass. They rut on the floor, seemingly unaware of your presence.
Quietly, you close the screen door. You make your way cautiously down the fire escape, your naked flesh chilled by the fall breeze. On each floor, you see the breadth of the virus' exposure.
A teenaged incubus and succubus 69 each other in 8A. Funny, that'd be George and Ethel Rosenthal, and they're supposed to be in their late 80's!
Two floors down, John Dunham leans naked against the kitchen counter, moaning as two twin succubi take turns sucking him off as their tails penetrate each other. You take a lingering, almost voyeuristic, look at the twin blond demonesses, recognizing them as Alexis and Andrea, his own daughters! You had a suspicion that they were sluts, so it doesn't surprise you that they're already turned. But sucking off their father? Guess semen is thicker than blood, you think.
It takes you forever to reach the bottom. Along the way, people shied away from you, afraid that you were a succubus, or at least becoming one. You didn't bother stopping to convince them otherwise.
Immediately upon reaching street level, you end up face to barrel with a .38. Behind the weapon is a gruff man in his 30's, wearing jeans and a trenchcoat. He has no shirt on, giving you a good view of his chiseled, hairless stomach.
"You're coming with me, right now!"
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