You try and move. Try and get off your bed, run, hide or flee but you find you're unable to move your body.
Unable? Or just unwilling?
It is with a strange mix of fear that you watch as the devilish seductresses begins to stalk towards you. The demoness is naked and gorgeous. Her body is unholy perfection, right in every way and wrong in every way. Her hair is silken and beautiful. Her legs are slender and toned. Her pussy - oh, your mouth dries with lust at that sight - is moist and inviting. Her stomach flat, firm and sculpted. The demoness' breasts are more than handfuls, you would love to touch them, kiss them, hold them. For a second you can almost feel what it would be like to slide your erect cock between them. The horror's face is angelic. Her lips plump and full. Over her head her two black wings arch.
She moves closer and you still cannot move, will not move, do not think of moving. Your clothing begins to move, though, fabric slowly tearing as if an invisible knife was cutting through your garments.
"Hmm, look at my new cock toy..." her voice is lust.
Your cock has never been so large - a giant and erect spike of flesh which jabs into the air, jutting up from your prone and paralysed body.
Red legs climb onto the bed. The demoness straddles your legs and slides her inviting pussy up to your shaft of manflesh. |