“YEAARRRRHHHHHH!”
The gang, cruising for demon-fanny to conquer, had scant left the front door of their home then a scream rattled their eardrums. The audio unfortunately fit the scene though, as the clear and peaceful night had now become anything but that. The sky had a tangerine tinge to it, reflecting against a bloated orange moon only visible through obscuring dark clouds of midnight which appeared to be sprinkling ash upon the town of Lharnach. The air was hot too, each breath like the first step into a steam room, heart skipping a beat as the lungs adjusted.
Needless to say, it made the head attire Sophia was forced to wear almost unbearable immediately. She pulled back the white hood from her head, which removed a heavy metal guard from around her mouth. “Christ, Sav’.” She turned to her sister, “if I knew it was going to be this hard to breathe I wouldn’t’ve agreed to wear this stupid protection! Is it even safe to be breathing this all in?” Her breathe gave a dramatic wheeze, “It’s like taking bong-hits out here!” She pulled the black collar of her tight shirt, swearing she saw stem escape from her big sweaty cleavage.
”You shouldn’t be smoking weed, sis.” Savannah flicked a flake of ash from Sophia’s face, a tiny bit of dark residue remaining. “But admittedly, if we do our job right quick, the harm won’t be much more than a night’s heavy sesh of booze and baccy. Now,” she pointed to the neighbouring house, “we’re going next door, so put that white helm back on. Trust me, if you aren’t prepared, a succubus could rush you from around the corner, jump their thighs around your neck and straddle their sizzling pussy on your face until you’re as dry as crisps. You need some armour until you can learn to properly protect yourself.”
Sophia gulped, taking down more hot spit down her throat as she put back her hood, mouth again protected from any ambush-cunnilingus.
“Why’re we going there anyways?” Esther stuck her tongue out, getting it tangled in the metal grating of her own white hood. “That’s just the Mitchell household. Those cunts scream about everything, you know? How’d we know that it’s demon related?” Esther’s laced heel tapped as she too wiped some sweat off her chest, only she didn’t have any cleavage to worry about below her short dress.
“YEAARRRRHHHHHH! Oh yeah! Suck my knob you hot demonic wench!”
Quinn tilted his head to the upstairs bedroom window, the scream’s origin clear. “We’d better be quick.”
Esther’s chattering teeth just came out with another excuse. “Aye, coincidence! I scream that at my porn all the time, but I ain’t hoping some Ghostbusters knock down my door!” The short haired Scotsgirl of amber huffed with a grumble but eventually reluctantly followed.
Out of habit, Sophia leaned forward to ring the bell, but Savannah shook her head. “We don’t wanna giving away the element of surprise, Soph’. Better to take it by storm.” The goth girl lifted one black combat boot heel, knee to those limitless tits held in a corset and shot it forward like a cannon. Her kick didn’t damage the door, but completely obliterated it. Most of it shattered into splinters and what remained flew off the hinges.
“C’mon.” Savannah beckoned her team inside, not acknowledging the stunned look from her sister.
“Uh…” Sophia looked at where the door had been, rather sure that an angry bull couldn’t have done that. “What…”
“Your sister’s…” Quinn flashed her a calming smile, but it was mostly insincere, reminding Sophia of the kind of look her parents made to her to stop questions. “Your sister’s been doing her squats.”
Esther slowly nodded, her eyes locked on her friend’s sister behind. Those black leather pants left little to the imagination, capturing the glorious curve which could only come from Savannah’s much desired pale booty, or perhaps two smuggled prized hams stuffed back there. Yet, her cheeks still peaked out invitingly, jiggling out ever so much more with each step exposing more, red lace thong still not enough to hide the back cleavage created by such mass. “Yeah…” She gulped, “I can see those squats real clear.”
Panting beneath her protected hood, Sophia noticed a quick change upon going next door. It was cool, and pleasantly so, the air almost minty with each breathe. In fact, the house smelt incredibly pleasant, like a mixture of a bakery and florist’s, which was the last thing Sophia would have expected, considering the tendency for the neighbour to smell more like leftover haggis. Sophia was about to ask if something strange was going on, slipping the hood off her head once more, when her thoughts were interrupted.
“Oh my fuck!” Esther’s mouth was melting over itself to contain her excitement, her protective hood off her head as well. “When the fuck did those Mitchell twins get VR-Headsets?!”
Of course, the answer should have been never. The family should barely be able afford the radio in the corner of this calm drawing-room, and yet the whole place now looked very different. The awful yellow wallpaper, and the stuffy lounger chair past retirement still remained, but where the fireplace should have been now was the biggest flat-screen they’d ever seen, almost taking up the entire wall in a length that was much wider than a lorry. Beneath this mega screen were all the game consoles which had probably ever existed, possibly with every game included as well.
Despite this plethora of electronic pleasure laid about, and Esther’s drooling mouth for such tech, Savannah’s black lips soured. “Don’t touch anything…”
”Look Savannah…” Quinn pointed a finger in front of her face, his calm gaze zeroing in on some very specific items on the shelf.
“Oh… I think I’m going to faint!” Esther skipped over, the teen gnawing on her fingers, thighs rubbing as her eyes watered. “Firefly Season 2? Robo-cop Vs Terminator? Oh hold me!” Her hands inched towards one of the games on the shelf. “Half-Life 3?!?!”
“Stop!” Savannah’s leap to grip Esther’s curious snatch was nearly instant, her grasp nearly holding the girl up off her feet. “You touch that, and you’ll fall to the floor.”
“What?” Esther tried to free her hand from Savannah’s, almost able to feel that crowbar in her hand once more.
“Everything here is here to tempt you.” Quinn explained pointing around to every treat for the eyes. “The smell, the air, these electronics. These are all classic ploys by the royal demon of Poison, Princess Jahi. First, she gets you to touch or swallow something poisonous that’s irresistibly tempting for you. After you fall to the floor paralysed, she takes that opportunity to slowly but surely milk you of every drop of sexual energy like a spider within her web.”
”Well surely…” Esther licked her lips. “Surely one level couldn’t hurt could it? Or maybe just an episode of my favourite-”
“No Esther!” Sophia slapped the other hand. “You gotta resist this urge! Obviously this is a trick!” She scoffed as she looked back to the shelf, “I mean, that DVD says it has a lesbian porno of Scarlett Johansson and Marilyn Monroe together. This is worse than a black-market store!” Though if that DVD was real, Sophia would have certainly popped it in.
The television flickered on with a thin white line slowly vibrating until it reached the edges of each screen. Naturally their attention was drawn to the humming glow, heads tilting to the side synchronised. As the image came on, they immediately noted on the reflected image, an exact mirror of them staring into it.
“Is there a camera around here?” Sophia watched as her face on the screen matched her head’s motions of searching.
“I suspect something more sinister…” Savannah cocked her hip to the right, giving a wave and observing carefully for any potential trickery.
Sophia watched as Quinn flicked her hair on screen, twirling it between his fingers, and it gave the hairs on the back of her neck a little shiver. She was going to say that she was flattered by the attention, but the problem was that Quinn wasn’t even standing beside her now. Her jaw gaped when she looked back to the screen.
Her ‘screen-self’ was on her knees beneath Quinn’s forceful palm, the handsome blonde mashing her slobbering tongue into his fly. Before she could even ask any questions, the fly was zipped down and Sophia hadn’t even a chance to see what his shlong looked like since her head was a blur on his big, throbbing flesh stick. “What the…” Sophia let slip from her mouth, feeling her nipples stiffen at the sight despite the oddity.
“At least,” Esther gave a bit of a groan, a hand under her dress as her legs squeezed “you get a hot dick. Look what ‘I’ am doing.” She pointed to the other side of her screen. Some rather slow erotic kissing with Savannah had escalated with ‘screen’ Esther, those puckered lips now smacking against those plump ass cheeks, pulling down those leather pants to tongue passionately her eager behind, Savannah grunting like a sow as she fingered herself.
“T-Turn it off!” Sophia grunted as she bit the corner of her lip, pinching a fat nipple between her fingers. Her logical side was being overwhelmed at the moment, pure unfiltered lust making her tongue drool something fierce, something about the air making it hard to think clearly. She still had the will to reach towards the TV though, “w-where’s the off-switch?”
“No, Sophia!” Savannah gripped her sister’s shoulders, her own legs grinding ever so slightly at the video footage. “Th-that’s what she wants, for you to touch the screen. We just need to get out of this room.” She pulled her sister out of the technologically overstuffed living room.
Quinn looked down Esther and shook his head. “Would you kindly get your hand away from between my legs, please?”
Her fingers were halfway down undoing his fly, her lips trembling with a pout. “Aww, b-but I had to see if your thang looked as big on the screen. Please? Just a little-” She couldn’t finish her request on the account of her collar being pulled into the next room.
Their retreat may have changed the scenery but little else. If the living room had been one decorated if one had unlimited money, the kitchen was prepared if one had unlimited time. There was a simple, innocent, table in the middle, but the stack of pastries piled on top was mountainous, nearly reaching the ceiling as cookies were upon cupcakes, which were on top of cakes, those upon pies, and those on entire platters of such succulent sweets that it was hard not to drool. The kitchen counters too were filled with delicate treats which were sure to please all tastes, from salty to spicy, the oven working on its own to pop out something new and steaming every moment. Even the fridge was ajar, completely stuffed with frosty beers. The smell more than anything was enough to make the eyes water, such overwhelming whiffs that made it even harder to think clearly.
“Fuck I’m hungry…” Sophia grunted, never noticing how absolutely starving she had been until now. In fact, she was rather sure she wasn’t hungry before, but how could she argue with a growling gut asking for more? Though in actuality, her mouth wasn’t the only hole feeling needy, desiring something long inside.
“You’re…”Savannah wiped some drool from the corner of her juicy dark lips, dark eyelids heavy. “You’re not actually hungry, it’s just that tempting demon’s trick. Just turn around and head for the door.”
“Uh.. What door?” Esther pointed to the new screen which blocked their way, their exit nowhere to be seen. Like a well-constructed machine of distraction, the screen flashed on a new erotic scene, starring the gang themselves. This one had Quinn leaning on the table overflowing wit pastries, his pants now down and oversized, smooth but veiny cock casting a shadow on the tiled floor. With a jerk of a can, he sprayed a copious amount of whipped cream on his member, the already moist shaft now dripping with cool dessert below. A splatter burst onto Sophia’s chest, her sister and friend already gobbling down as much as creamy cock as possible at the moment, as she just went to those heavy looking balls, much more interested with the cream in his sack.
“Fuuu-” Sophia couldn’t finish her explicative, as her pussy felt a fresh burst of juices over her underwear, thin thong material surely a translucent spent cum rag now.
“H-hey, Savannah…” Quinn’s usual sweet face looked darkened under a stressed brow, slight drops of perspiration littering his forehead as he gulped. “M-Maybe we should,” He froze a bit as he saw himself in the video shove his full impressive length into Sophia’s throat, a clear outline of his cock forcing down that delicate neck. “Maybe we should just let some sex-sexual tension off a bit? It might make it easier to resist her temptations…”
“Y-Yeah, Savannah.” Esther’s legs were now bouncing back and forth, one hand gripping tight at Quinn’s aroused trouser snake and the other gripping a piece of goth booty. “Why don’t we relieve some-some stress?”
“No…” The refusal from Savannah was barely audible, but her fists were tight bundles of resistance, her ass actually grinding back against Quinn and Esther’s hands. “You’ve got to stay strong! You’re a veteran for god’s sake, Quinn!”
“Argh you’re right!” He turned his head away from the screen just as his screen presence spread a heaping serving chocolate sauce between the Sophia’s biig tits and Savannah’s biiigger ass, the incеst raging like a fire as their lips touched.
“D-D-Does this mean no dick?” Esther whimpered before falling to her knees, a hand gripping her head, the other glued to her demanding cunt.
“Yes!” Quinn reached into Savannah’s backpack and pulled out what appeared to be a plastic bottle filled with water. It wasn’t. Quinn did some fancy work with his fingers over the plastic, and suddenly the water started to glow. A quick toss from the open top and the parts of the wall where it hit melted like milk-soaked biscuits. Some foul air creeped in, actually reminding the ladies how it was supposed to smell in the Mitchell household.
Savannah, seeing the two younger women’s look at each other, threw both of them like logs through the hole, getting them right by the staircase. Like a sniff of uppers, Sophia felt like she was waking up from a slumber, still incredibly aroused, but at least able to suppress such urges. She turned to Esther, who although looked ashamed, still had her lips glossy wet as she stared down at her friends deep cleavage. “Uh.. Can you…?”
“What?” Esther looked up out of a trance. “Oh right… Sorry!”
Savannah stepped in through the hole, looking to have regained her composure, or at least enough which allowed her to pull up her tight leather pants with a wet slap. “Let’s get up stairs and kick this tease in the arse, shall we?”
”What was that…?” Sophia’s head was still spinning with images of Quinn’s big, fat deli sausage. He was possibly even bigger than her boyfriend, and certainly more tasty looking.
“That was what this Lharnach will be like in a couple of hours if we don’t stop this bloody invasion.” Savannah pulled Quinn through. “You can imagine how long this town will keep it’s sanity if this continues. What was happening in there, that will become the new normal.”
“He-zus Crisps.” Esther muttered, still absent mindedly rubbing between her legs, eyes glued on those big leather butt cheeks. “But still, maybe we could still-”
”Up the stairs, now!” Savannah gave a drill-sergeant bark, the two teens scrambling to the top of the stairs, tingling between their legs be damned as they reached the top panting.
“YEAARRRRHHHHHH!”
“Well, he’s still screaming,” Quinn gave a satisfied smile, “so that means he’s still alive.”
”But not for long unless we do something.” Savannah said pointing to the first door on their left, the dark hallway’s light flickering and swaying as there seemed to be some slight rumbling coming from the room.
“What’s the plan then?” Sophia’s were wide with anticipation, excited in all senses of the word.
“Yeah… so like,” Esther wiped her mouth of excess drool, “we’ve got to snog him better than the demon right? Make sure we fuck him better?”
Savannah petted Esther’s head. “Um… maybe Demon Conquering isn’t for you? Just sit by and let me an’ Quinn do most the work, eh?”
Quinn nodded and flung the door open, ready to slay some demons. Sophia peeked her head in, knowing the eldest brother Jacob well enough and very much not surprised at what she saw.
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