Still, the young succubus was lost in her own pleasure. She stayed on the ground, licking her own cum off her skin, trembling and basking in the sensations of the afterglow. Samantha was riding the incomparable high in draining her first mortal souls. It took her several seconds, perhaps minutes, to realize what had happened. And when she did, she couldn’t bring herself to feel bad about it. “Now consume the others! There are still two mortals to take. We are not done!” Akmah’s voice whispered in her head.
Samantha got up, her shredded abdomen flexing, her massive tits perky and dripping cum. She could still see Carol smiling and napping on a corner with a belly full of jizz. Aislynn, however, was getting up and desperately heading towards the exit.
“Aislynn, where are you going?” Samantha shouted. The witch looked over her shoulder, tears in her eyes as she feared for her life. Seeing her friends die was enough to bring Aislynn out of her cum-craze, if only long enough for her to make a run for it. She tried to open the door but fumbled around with the keys. Then, in a reflex, Samantha lifted her hand, “Aislynn, wait!”
The door suddenly caught fire; the flame started at the spot Samantha had pointed to and then spread all over. The witch looked at her palm with confusion, realizing what she had just done. Aislynn stepped back in fear but soon considered her options and decided to try anyway, moving closer to the door. She cupped her hands, grabbing cum from the floor and using it to put down some of the fire. Samantha was as stunned as Aislynn, looking at her own hand and registering the discovery of this newfound power. She heard Aislynn unlocking the door and then kicking it open.
Realizing that her redhead friend had escaped, Samantha tried to focus and shut down the flames, but all that did was cause them to expand. Finally, the fire overtook the entire wall and spread to the sofa and curtains. Samantha stood up, flexing her defined muscles, feeling the cum on her skin. Her horse cocks were slowly retreating into her sheaths and softening up. The succubus was glad that the entire room was covered in cum. The fire was already stopping its spread. She would have to deal with Aislynn later.
Two voices competed for the spotlight in Samantha’s mind, her own and an echo of Akmah’s will, a mental dialog ensued. “Amateur, you have no idea of how to use or control this power, it does not belong at the hands of a mortal.”
“Well, thanks to you, I am now immortal. So I would say I have plenty of time to figure out how to make sense of my new power.” Samantha answered, boasting about the success of her ritual.
“You merely stole my immortality! And now my eons of memories and experiences will drown your insignificant life! You think you have defeated me, but all you did was change my body to yours. The ritual gives you control for now, but for how long can your pathetic mortal conscience stand?” Samantha’s mind’s eye was instantly flooded with images of hell, orgies and defiling that she could barely comprehend, cum-bloated bodies, worshiping legions at Akmah’s feet. She didn’t only see those things, she felt them and experienced each moment.
“You … that’s not gonna happen! I am in control, my magic is stronger than you think. You were wasting away in the depths of hell. I brought you back and made you relevant. Now it is my turn to use this power however I want!”
“Are you sure it will be the way you want? I’ll always be inside your head. Do you think I planned to fight you or brute-force my way to control? Oh no, my dear… not at all. I am a succubus, corrupting and manipulating desire are my specialty. I will influence your thoughts from the darker corners of your mind and you won’t even realize. From now on, you will never know if a thought just happened to occur, or if it was me pushing it. Have fun figuring that out for the rest of your immortal life!”
A sharp headache hit Samantha, it took her some time to gather her thoughts and come back to reality, looking around the room. “The Council must have felt the ritual last night. They will come after me now, look through my things and try to track what I did. So perhaps it’s better if there is nothing for them to find. New body, new life.”
Moving to the corner of the room, Samantha stopped behind Carol. She punched her fist into her gaping cunt, stirring the cum inside and forcing moans from the bloated witch. As the succubus began to fist-fuck Carol, the witch’s legs trembled in ecstasy. Almost anything would make her cum in this state, and within seconds she began to squirt cunt juices all over Samantha. The succubus laughed as she watched the convulsing, orgasming witch in front of her. “Come on, Carol, let’s empty this belly so you can move. It’s time to go.”
As Carol basked in her mind-blowing orgasm, Samantha consumed the energy emanating from her body. She pressed on the sides of her belly and watched as cum blasted out of her cunt and asshole. Carol began to spasm and vomit cum on the floor, feeling her body lowered as her belly diminished. The mere feeling of the cum gushing out of her sent her into a sequence of squirting orgasms that seemed to meld together.
Samantha looked around. She grabbed the book with demonic rituals, her diary and a few others. Going into her bedroom, she could grab a couple of robes; nothing else would fit. She tossed a robe to Carol, who still had a massive cum belly, but at least could now stand and move. “Let’s go. We have to get out of here.”
Samantha and Carol walked out of her apartment, following the cum-stains left by Aislynn just a few minutes ago. Before she went downstairs, Samantha turned to the upper floors. She tried to find within herself the pyromancy power she had just discovered, connecting to all the energy she had just drained. It was much easier than casting spells, “Demons have it easy” she muttered under her breath. The stairs soon lit up in flames, and the fire spread over the building. People began to scream and get out of their homes to see what had happened, it wouldn’t be long before they started evacuating as the smoke spread. Samantha smiled wickedly and began to run downstairs, helping Carol.
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Gabriel knelt and kissed the Bishop’s ornate silver ring on her delicate finger. He remained on one knee as the woman walked around the living room. The hideout was a typical two-bedroom house in one of the most unremarkable neighborhoods in North Jefferson. Octavia, the silver-haired huntress, was nowhere to be found; Gabriel was alone. Behind the Bishop stood four other men dressed in brown robes and thick leather gloves. They looked like they had just come out of a Star Wars cosplay. The Bishop was Dark-haired; she had a square face and beautiful Scandinavian features.
“Thank you for gracing my shelter with your presence, Bishop Kristensen”, Gabriel said politely, looking at her feet. The woman wore much more elaborate robes than her guards. The regalia resembled a crossover between a Tibetan monk and a catholic priest but with a modern touch. The upper body and waist were tighter, and then white silks fell diagonally from her waist, covering her lower body.
Barely acknowledging Gabriel’s greeting, the woman looked around the house with disdain before responding, “So this is where you hide. Don’t you feel like retiring from all this fieldwork? When will you consider my offer to have you work directly for me?”
Gabriel maintained his eyes locked on the floor, “We live where mortals can’t see us, whatever it takes to do the job. I am right where I belong, my lady.”
The Bishop smirked slightly, changing the subject, “You did the right thing by coming to me about this corrupted girl, Gabriel. This Cambion has evaded our detection for far too long. She and her spawn need to be dealt with before spreading further. Where is the girl?”
Gabriel pointed at the corridor leading further into the house, “Backroom, last door to the left. Her name is Aisha. She tried to fight me, even pregnant. Be careful with that one. The Cambion’s corruption clouds her judgment.”
The Bishop nodded, and two men walked down the corridor. The other two stayed with their mistress, constantly vigilant as she responded. “We will take her to the monastery and make sure we deal with the hellspawn in her womb. Maybe she can still be purified. You may now stand.”
Gabriel obeyed the command, standing and looking at the Bishop as he spoke,” I found her working at a local diner. She seems to have known the Cambion from a catholic school they frequented, the name of which is Camp of Blessing. I believe that is when the succubus impregnated her. She wouldn’t tell me how many other girls the Cambion had planted her seed on, but I think it could be many. We must assume the entire school is compromised. Unfortunately, she doesn’t seem to know the current whereabouts of the Cambion. There is a good chance the demon met a fatal end from Divinum poisoning after our attack.”
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