The smell of sexual fluids is too strong for you to resist. Turning down the corridor, you see faint scratches on the door left by Jess' fingers. Looks like she had had the same idea too.
You try the door; it's unlocked and opens easily. Inside all is quiet except for the grunts and moans coming from one of the bedrooms The door is a little ajar, so you step through.
Inside a budding. developing young brunette girl is fingering herself furiously as she watches the TV. On the screen are graphic depictions of incubis and succubus attacks, with lingering shots along the lines of a succubus' delicious ass. She's frantically rubbing her tiny pussy and fingering her clit through the open front of her blue jeans. You feel yourself growing even more aroused, if such a thing were possible.
Seeing you enter, the girl gives a small cry of alarm, then curls into the corner of the room, wrapping the blanket around herself.
"Don't hurt me!" She whimpers. Your sensitive eyes, however, detect a tell-tale rhythmic movement under the blanket.
You could take her by force, but something inside you needs her to want it. |