Minutes seem as hours as you strain against the closet walls. You envision your parents, that new car you've been wanting, the small craft business you're trying to start. Each vision of rationality is slowly replaced by an orgy with Mom and Dad, giving a total stranger head in the leather backseat, and selling dildos door-to-door, including free demonstrations. You try to say a prayer, but can't bring yourself to even think about God.
You drip buckets of sweat, along with other aromatic fluids. Your nipples harden of their own accord, and only incredible force of will keeps your fingers from them. Every thought strays to sex, and sin, and spreading your flowering evil. You lick your lips subconsciously, drowning in the scent of your own heated musk.
You catch yourself sliding a hand down the wall, en route to your crotch. Somehow, you avert it, swinging it hard into the locker. The door caves in under the strike, breaking the top hinge. You stare in amazement, your rising lust temporarily subdued. A tear escapes your eye; there's only one way you could have done that. With one hand, you pull the door clean away from the locker.
Within the locker is a blue jumpsuit, a size too big for you, bearing the building logo embroidered on the sleeve. The thought of dressing seems repulsive to you, so you instead opt for the radio on the top shelf. You pull it down and tune in the news.
"...confirmed that almost 15% of the population has been infected with the Lilith Strain. As mentioned earlier, the virus is passed through sexual contact or exchange of bodily fluids..."
You lose the words of the newscaster, imagining what he'd say if you and your sisters burst into his studio and sucked him off on the air. You moan as you finally begin pleasuring yourself, trying to relieve the heat within you. It only intensifies, and you plunge a second finger inside yourself.
"In addition to the previously reported abilities, local scientists have determined that victims of the Lilith Strain express extraordinary strength, and early reports indicate the possibility of greatly extended life spans. They also have the ability to seduce others into sexual acts by their gaze..."
You lick your lips as the newscaster tells you all about the powers you?ll soon have. Thinking about it just makes you hornier. Hell, thinking about anything makes you horny! You quickly resort to fisting yourself and grinding your stiff nipples against the wall, desperate to drive yourself into orgasm. When that fails to satisfy, you snap the mop handle in the middle with one firm hand, before standing and riding the blunt end frantically in and out of your gushing pussy. You need to become a demoness, more than anything you've ever wanted.
"Strain victims have shown aversions to Christian symbols and related items. Residents are urged to seek shelter in nearby churches, the only structures that seem to be safe from the incubi and succubi..."
Thoughts of Hell come to mind, along with a vision of a hooved, horned, and winged demon, sitting atop a throne of human bodies and being serviced by several of your most elite sisters. He beckons toward you with deep black eyes, parting his loincloth to reveal his massive erection, as you finally realize the source of the Lilith Strain.
"Satan," you gasp, looming on the edge of climax. "My Master..." Obediently, you straddle his thick erection, salivating at the touch of his thick ebony talons on your swelling breasts. He silently beckons you to serve him, to spread his evil and corrupt more mortals into his service.
"Yes, oh, yes, my Masteeeeerrrrrrr!" Your orgasm stops your heart, and all other unnecessary functions, freeing your passage into your new demonic state. You continue pleasuring yourself as your nails curve and thicken into claws, lapping at your expanding breasts with your lengthening snake's tongue. Your ears pull into evil points as a pair of sharp onyx horns part your forehead. Every imperfection of your body disappears amidst your reddening skin as fangs are bared within your mouth. You scream in pained pleasure as your coccyx and shoulder blades extend and flex, billowing into leathery, bat-like wings and a prehensile phallic tail. You plunge the new appendage into your wider and now articulate mound, feeling pleasure from both ends as you suck your tail with your mouth-like vaginal lips. You open your crimson eyes, slitted and gleaming with evil, and laugh along with your Master as you cum once more.
Now that you are a full succubus, you must decide how best to serve Master Satan. You tear the closet door from its hinges, meticulously fingering your demonic slit as you seek out your first new recruit.
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