As her cries of ecstasy grew louder, black horns sprouted from her temple and dark wings erupted from her back. Cordelia would be next. “Good evening, Father.”
“Good evening, my son. Understood, slave?”
Joseph drew a deep breath as the bit was pulled from his mouth. Always long for more. Primitive lamps hung from the front of various buildings, lighting the thoroughfare of the humble, rustic town. It had not yet been repurposed. “Open.”
He obeyed and the musty, leather bit was strapped into his mouth. It was All Hollow’s Eve and soon haunts and demons of the netherworld would have free reign over the Earth. He was about to withdraw a pipe from his pocket and light up when a hooded figure walked into the dim light of the courtyard. With nowhere else to go, creamy nut splattered from the seal of her pulsing cock and his stretched pucker. – – – – – – – – – –
Only half of my content is published on this website. She zeroed in on Joseph, stalking towards him directly. The last few days had been trying, though he’d done his best to hide his troubled state from his dutiful wife. Another woman would be transformed and a new succubus would be born.
