Hell’s Housewife 2

Book Two

“The Succubus made me do it.” Reported Jim Caldwell, the local Trekkie/Area-51/UFOlogist conspiracy nut.

“You shouldn’t read that trash, Jimmy.” Admonished the prim, proper, flat-chested Sarah. Adjusting the tight bun of her graying hair, to maintain as much dignity as was possible in a supermarket checkout-lane.

“That’s just what they want you to think, Mrs. Cox. The National Intruder Magazine is where the REAL journalism happens!” reported the lanky, paranoid young man. Fixated, Jim slowed down the checkout line as he became engrossed in the sordid tabloid.

“She turned my girlfriend into a pornographic statue using her demon magic, then she gave my best friend so many orgasms that he went into a coma….Reported accused rapist Terrence Filmore, pleading his innocence.” Jimmy was reading the article out loud, including quotes. Sarah frowned; it was important to refute the National Intruder, as they’d reported on some of her previous exploits!

“The succubus used her demon magic to take control of my emotions, otherwise I never would have groped those twelve co-eds! It….It wasn’t me…” Jimmy was getting into the quotations! “It was like….having sex with the succubus put a…a…lust spell on me! I couldn’t help myself after that!” Sarah slapped the tabloid out of Jimmy’s grasp.

“Harumph! You can read that smut on your own time, thank you very much!” she said icily, while loading milk and cereal onto the conveyor.

“You’ll see Mrs. Cox! There’s so much more out there than most people realize! This….this world we live in….it’s just a…a sugar-coated topping!” Flustered, he gesticulated wildly, drawing amused stares from the other patrons. “There are powers…..forces…around us that most people are clueless about!” Oh Jimmy. Better if you don’t know.

The urges hit her again as she was loading up the groceries in the parking lot. Impossible….can’t be…..again? She tried to dismiss the sensations, but when her hair started to redden, when she felt her breasts blossoming upon her chest like bread-dough rising in an oven of female potential….she knew. There was no doubt.

“Two summonings!? In the same week?” This was unheard of! Knowledge of her True name was too scarce! Or…it should have been too scarce! The odds were astronomical that two occultists in the same week would – “RRUNNNGH!” And yet, as unlikely as it was, she’d prepared for such an eventuality! Sarah hoped no one in the parking lot would notice as her face lost its fine lines and crow’s feet; youthening in seconds. She had perhaps a minute before her growing breasts would bust out of her dress but…Her ass! In quick jerks, her hips stretched and widened, while her ass rounded out into twin hemispheres of lust that caused her dress to ride higher! She had to hurry!

Prepared, she put the milk, ice-cream, and other perishables into a cooler she’d brought along for such an eventuality. Then, she hurried into the back, wrapping herself in a thick blanket to contain the conjuring burst of fire and brimstone. She was able to shimmy out of her clothing before her increasingly voluptuous anatomy caused any further damage. Concealed tightly, she nonetheless tried to keep resisting the magical compulsion even after her wings began to form. She held out even as her fingers lengthened into blood-red talons, but when her tail began to thrash, she-

*FSHHHOOOOOOOOOOWMMM*

The music was an odd touch. A thick, pulse-pounding beat intended to arouse primal aggressions. Most diabolists preferred absolute quiet to maintain concentration; the better to control evil beings like Sarah. Of course, she didn’t need to be such a bitch whenever summoned. But the thing was, she HATED being summoned! She had a life of her own! What…did these occultists think that her kind just sat around on fire all day, waiting to be wrenched from their homes for evil purposes? Whenever possible, she had to destroy her summoner, and the occult information that allowed him to cast the spell. It was the only way she’d ever have peace to raise her family.

“MISTRESS OF FLAME AND LUST! YOU ARE MINE TO COMMAND!!” Rasped a harsh, guttural voice. It seems her reputation was spreading. The demon stood erect to her full Amazonian height, swishing her hellish tail as she surveyed the surrounding. Grey, blank concrete, again. But this time adorned with yet more candles, more black cloth, and obscure runes of ancient evil inscribed in….sheep’s blood! A step up! Ah…but the window….

That explained the music! A neon sign was barely visible from her vantage point…flickering pink lights proclaimed: TITOPIA! Triple X! Yes, the aura of palpable lust would make conjuring succubi ridiculously easy. Allowing the caster to invest more energy in control. The summoning circle was even more secure than the last one, with tertiary inhibitor wards! There was no way to attack the human directly….

“SARAI’EROTHKOK! IT IS BUT A SIMPLE TASK YOU SHALL PERFORM!” This one was a lean, wiry man in his 30’s. His hair was spiky and brown, his face contorted in a rictus of passion that drove men to the heights of power, or depths of depravity. His left eye was partially closed, even though his right was wide open. Perhaps some neurological disorder….or exposure to dark, and forbidden powers.

“What is your bidding….mighty mage?” She moaned, her voice impossibly seductive. There was always a flaw, humans never thought of everything; and any summoner could eventually be beaten. She had to! A man of this expertise could conceivably conjure her every night! It would put a terrible strain on her marriage unless she destroyed him soon!

His damaged left eye actually had a red iris, contrasting with the blue of the other. He’d been around the bend more than once! Outmaneuvering him could be quite a challenge!

“YOUR TASK IS ONLY TO RECEIVE MY MALE SEED WITHIN YOUR HELLISH WOMB! THROUGH YOU, I SHALL BREED A FORCE OF CAMBION SERVITORS TO CARRY OUT MY OWN DIRECTIVES! ONLY WHEN MY SEED IS WITHIN YOU SHALL YOU BE PERMITTED TO RETURN TO THE CESSPOOL OF TORMENT AND HORROR FROM WHICH YOU COME!” Hah! These assignments were the most fun! And she was getting an idea. The demoness’ eyes glowed with an infernal light, and a potent brimstone-based sexual attractant exuded from her crotch. Though her ‘Master’ shuddered visibly as she began her seduction, he was not yet through.

“BY MY COMMAND, AS I AM PERMITTED THROUGH THIS SPELL, I ORDER YOU TO PUT NO ENCHANTMENT UPON ME; YOU SHALL DO ME NO PHYSICAL HARM THROUGH FORCE, OR MAGIC! THUS BE IT SPOKEN, THUS ARE YOU BOUND!!! AHAH!!!” he cackled, his left eye twitching madly.

“So be it!” agreed Sarai’erothkok, who was eager to be done with this and get back to her ‘cesspool of torment and horror’. She licked her lips with a tongue that seemed twice as long as normal, her stinger tail caressing legs….thighs….slipping in and out of her hot, bare pussy, as she squatted lower to the ground. A quick scan of unconscious, non-verbal cues confirmed the man’s preferred position: Sarai’erothkok postured herself on hands and knees, tail raised, sharp wings stretched wide as her naked sex glistened before the summoner’s hardened rod. She wiggled her ass to signify readiness to receive his seed.

He thrust into her with as much joy as desire. Throbbing cock pulsed out and in….in and out…*SLUCK*…*LURRP* Her copious lubrication was nearly boiling with hellish heat, yet the intensity only heightened the pleasure. The smell came on full force. It was not a pleasant, seductive perfume, it was an obscene, putrescent odor of corruption. Yet the man craved it instantly! The vile, demon-rut-musk seared his nerves and boiled his mind in lust. The fact that this perverse odor multiplied his raging libido created an air of guilty pleasure; guilt which served only to make him more rigid as he thrust into her.

The rutting demoness had a plan, which sadly would require more time than she hoped; but her plan would end this, by ensuring that this summoner never had a chance to summon her again! She couldn’t put any spells on him directly, but…. Her cunt soothed and caressed the male, she did not go merely for the quick orgasm, she teased and tweaked his lust. Driving on his desire with the motions of her ripe ass, and the experienced control of her womanly sanctum, honed through millennia of every conceivable sex act. For Lilim, such liaisons were never boring or tiresome, each man’s energy had a slightly different aura; and their lust was always sweet. It was like a buffet with two and a half billion gourmet meals, no two exactly alike.

Moaning with passion he hunched over further, their bodies locked into bare-backed copulation. By leaning further, he could reach the swelling grandeur of her bobbing breasts. He kneaded the perfect, female globes as a drowning man clutches a life-raft, and Sarai’erothkok allowed herself a monstrously reverberant screech of primal passion. It was just as good today as it had been with Julius Caesar, but over the past 80 years, most men’s cocks had become slightly larger, and the Lilim could not, would not stop. So long as their were men that desired sex, Lilim would be close at hand, to feed and destroy.

By foregoing the quick orgasm, she heightened the tension throughout the sorcerer’s entire body, slowly raising his breath, pulse, and desire into a frantic fever pitch, knowing exactly where and how to pinch of the pleasure to prevent him from blasting off too soon. With a howl of frenzied desire, he finally spurted into her, finally came. His flesh shook violently as potent, virile sperm swam eagerly into the demoness’ moist passage. He gurgled incoherently, his entire body releasing all tension, all energy in this single spurt.

He collapsed thoroughly exhausted, so content and satiated that he fell asleep upon the bare cement. The slumbering wreckage of his conscious mind pickled in total pleasure. And almost as soon as he began snoring, her belly seemed taut. Arching her back with a hellish grunt, the demoness caressed her swelling belly as it bulged heavier with fast-growing offspring. Lilim had enormous leeway, and control over their fertility that mortal females could never match. Steam escaped her moist skin as her flesh ripened with unholy fecundity. Ripples appeared on her perfect skin as the unnatural horror, a Cambion gestated within her. Such a creature existed outside the natural order, and was not bound by the laws of magic that restrained demons. Her belly pulsed into the third trimester in less time than it took to say it. Her tightening nipples were ripe and dribbling with hot milk in preparation. Cambions were metaphysical wild-cards, disruptions that could cause great harm when released into the world. And this one would be no exception.

While the father slept, there was a burst of steam, water, and cloying brimstone smoke as the Lilim birthed her unwholesome spawn. For fiends of her breed, giving birth was as much a pleasure as pain, and thus Lilim had no compunctions, indeed even excitement when their summoner wanted them to breed young. And Sarai’erothkok had lost count of the horrors she’d birthed over the centuries.

The cambion progressed into a toddler in mere seconds, suckling the ample nourishment from his immortal mother. Limbs lengthened, thickened, grew. Skin tightened and matured, bones popped and cracked amidst the fluid, smoke, and heat of demonic birth.

Long before ‘Dad’ finished his contented nap, the hell-steam hissed and flowed around a tall, muscular form which was….identical to his own! An exact replica of the father stood there, confusion and intensity on his face, wiping off the last of his mother’s milk from his face. The Cambion was a complete copy, indistinguishable from the slumbering summoner. Identical down to his fingerprints….and his DNA.

“Rape….murder….” he breathed, as though these words formed the totality of his existence. “RAPE!! MURDER!!” The cambion cried happily, as though reaching an awesome revelation. Shambling to the rear of the building, he found a rusty crowbar in a corner, clutching it gladly as he repeated his mantra, before rushing out the back door with rigid penis fully and powerfully erect. The only other words he would remember would be his father’s name: ‘Victor Callow’, and he would have a fascination with video cameras as he committed a crime spree that even the most hardened metropolis would not soon forget. The Cambion would turn to dust within 24 hours, but his fingerprints, DNA, and semen samples would remain, and forensic scientists would find them especially easy to identify.

“That was a nice touch; I was afraid you’d lost it, girl.” She was short, but not a small woman. Though the Stripper had a petite frame that was scarcely over 5 feet, her awesome breasts swung lazily through the air like bloated soccer-balls. Rigid nipples tented the red fabric of an almost threadbare bikini, the entire bosomy package jiggling with the promise of licentious exhibitionism.

“I HATE being summoned, Semiramis. I NEVER want to be summoned.” Explained the naked, sweaty, glistening demoness beginning to rise to her red-clawed feet.

“Heeyyy I hear you, girlfriend! We all know the feeling! Oh, and I go by ‘Samantha’ this century. Just so you know.”

“Then why did you help him find out my True name? Don’t deny it, these mortals were good, but they would have needed help, and you’re not at all surprised to see me.”

“Yes, well you’re not the easiest demoness to find! The others worry that you’ve gone soft, but after tonight….” The demonic stripper giggled girlishly, as her eyes flared with a burst of hellish, blood-red light. “They say you’ve been playing house!”

Sarai’erothkok rolled her eyes. “I….I’m a…I’m married with a family. And before you ask, he doesn’t know anything. He thinks he’s married to a middle-aged, suburban P.T.A. mother.” ‘Samantha’ was incredulous.

“Doesn’t know? You mean he isn’t a slave?”

“Of course not! We have a real relationship!” Sarah retracted her wings, claws, and tail, becoming merely a statuesque, red-headed Amazon of impossibly-sculpted beauty. Having accomplished the task for which she was summoned, she could now leave the circle, though she still couldn’t directly harm the summoner. The police would take care of that! All that the stripper-demon could say was a simple query;

“But…why? Is he hung like a horse?” ‘Sarah’ grunted in disgust…how to explain….

“For thousands of years you and I….and the others….we’ve seduced armies of men, led the weak-willed to their doom, cock-first.” Samantha smiled, but urged her friend to continue. “I’ve toppled emperors, led Holy-Men into mortal sin, deceived, tricked, destroyed countless lives. Throughout the…the whole 20th century, I felt that, well….that I had peaked. I’d done everything a Lilim aspires to, you and I can tell countless stories of seduction and destruction. And…and that’s it.” Sarah’s red eyes faded back to a common brown as her gaze became introspective.

“Do you have…free will Semiramis? Do I? Do humans? Does the concept really exist? We are monsters; no denying it, no sugar-coating it. Is that all I am? All I…could be? I don’t really know, but I do know that my old life…pleasurable as it may be…had lost meaning long ago. I want…I want to prove that I’m more than just a sex-monster with a single role. I want to see if I can do more than poison, and destroy.” She turned back and looked the shorter, voluptuous demon in the eye.

“I’ve never…created anything! All those centuries, I never built anything, contributed to anything…positive. Could I? I’m sure you’re going to jump all over me, saying how foolish, how impossible it is, and in a way you’re right; Doing….what I’m doing, it’s so unlikely, so difficult, that the challenge of it began to consume my thoughts about 40 years ago. It’s the last great challenge; and I’m doing it! I spent the sixties and seventies preparing. And so far, I’ve been able to cohabit with a mortal man, raise a child, without enslaving him with sorcery, I haven’t stolen his life-force, and he believes that I’m a decent human being! This…this endeavor means more to me than the sexual conquest of any emperor! It’s just my way of proving to myself that I do have free will.”

The stripper-demon nearly exploded. “AND WHAT HAPPENS WHEN MR. MORTAL AGES AND DIES? WHAT THEN? WHAT’S THE POINT?”

“I don’t know yet. I just know that I’m going to build a family as safe, stable, and happy as I can.” The hellish little sex-pot frowned and scrutinized the taller demoness, folding her arms and pacing with worry.

“You’re right, I do want to jump all over you and smack some sense into you; but there’s another reason we’ve been trying to contact as many Sisters as possible, there’s a threat to our territory, our feeding grounds. Yes, even yours.”

xxxxx

Terrence couldn’t believe it! the hotel was full of these babes! She was devouring his cock! Pink, full lips from the blond goddess wrapped and enfolded his throbbing man meat in a sheathe of warm, wet bliss. As he lay back on the bed, spread-eagle he could do nothing but chuckle with the joy of it all! This was the most gorgeous babe he’d ever seen! She made the Sports Illustrated swimsuit babes look like hippos by comparison.

And she was deep-throating his dick like there was no tomorrow! Like she needed his cum, and so much of it! Terrence was afraid that tonight would be a bummer; he’d been meeting a lot of girls that just weren’t impressed by his rock-hard abs, stylish center-part haircut, and classically handsome features. But this bitch was hot for his cum! And…more cum…

Terrence moaned in bliss, as the halo of blond hair covering his pelvis…but…but he had already cum! He’d….he knew he had spurted into her…twice at least. But….his cock just kept burning! His desire never diminished! The lust…the heat in his groin just kept building! And as she bobbed her head up and down upon his shaft, it was as if his dick kept getting…larger? He could feel his beefy meat stretching, growing harder and yet more erect. Terrence felt an increasing sensation from her tongue…or…there it was again! It was like the babe had…two…three? A swirling chorus of wet caresses bathed his rod from different directions at the same time. Even as what felt like multiple tongues licked his head and shaft, he felt a wet tickle at the sensitive under-side of his rod! Must be some tantric technique.

There! he was cumming again! She gulped down his seed like the nectar of the gods and…and there was more this time! A solid burst of semen gushed from him, and yet the bitch seemed to suck even harder! Where was it all coming from? Wherever he was getting it, he hoped he had plenty more! He never wanted this night to end!

xxxxx

Conventional street-wise lore held that a hooker who video-taped her clients took her own life in her hands, but Jade realized that such records could also serve to protect her, if she played her cards right. But who was she going to give *this* tape to? City Councilman Renfrow was a horny bastard terrified of his wife; and the potential scandal that could result from his extra-curricular activities….paid for using city funds, no less. And Jade, sensible ‘working girl’ that she was figured that a little bit of leverage might go a long way.

The half-Asian, half-Caucasian hooker had just begun her strip-tease (Renfrow liked some foreplay) when that frantic knocking began. Whoever it was, for whatever reason, Councilman half-demanded, half forced her to hide out in the closet.

The door opened upon a nearly-naked porn-star with smoldering violet eyes, a rich cascade of auburn hair, and impossible curves. Her bath towel was cast away to reveal female perfection that could have earned the slut starring roles in any adult-movie. It was as if a trance came over the portly, heavy-set, balding-blond politician as she glided into the room. His questions were stifled by…by a lick!? What a slut? The towel was off, boobs began bouncing, and Jade was forgotten from her lonely vigil in the closet.

The howling, frenzied copulation lasted longer than possible, longer than it ever did with Jade. She knew that Renfrow should have cum five minutes ago, Yet the business-stealing bitch just kept pounding away at him! The burly councilman filled the air with curses, blessings, and impossible promises, yet the slut never even gave a name. She just screwed him like her life depended on it.

But she’d been with Renfrow for months, she could tell when…there! The way his body jerked like that! It was his orgasm! Jade knew it! Jade knew him! But….that had to be his fourth orgasm! The hooker knew that she was in the presence of a true master! No doubt, her John would pay whatever price the slut asked, probably sign away the keys to the city!

She must have been seeing things, but amidst the churning muscles of the bitch’s naked back, she thought there was…something unnatural, rippling throbs beneath her skin. Her spine began to sway in ways that should have defied human bone structure. And then came the tentacles.

Oblivious, the politician wept with joy as the purple tendrils exuded from the bitch’s cunt and ass, enwrapping him, penetrating him… encircling him! He was too delirious at that point to care. A horrid membrane seemed to encase the councilman, like a…a….Cocoon?

Well, that seemed to conclude their encounter…at least the first part. Throwing herself off the indentation in the purplish-green cocoon that had once been Daniel Renfrow’s cock, the bitch arched her back and groaned….as her belly seemed to inflate?

It could have been minutes…or hours….but Jade could not…dared not tear herself away, even if she thought she could escape. The writhing, feminine monstrosity swayed, jerked and jiggled, and in the dim light, the human hooker saw vague silhouettes of something unnatural, something inhuman….no..maybe not. But as her belly continued to grow, bulging forth into a gravid dome of undeniable pregnancy, the way her body moved gave Jade shivers. There was a brief hint of a writhing nest of tendrils that encircled a rippling tube of flesh which…..no….it was gone….she was just an extremely attractive woman…who screwed men into green cocoons.

Time lost all meaning, riveted by as much horror as curiosity, Jade continued taping…as minutes dragged on into hour after hour. Until the abomination was ready. She squatted on hands and knees over the bed, making shrieking grunts that sounded like a…a..maybe a drowning horse?

The birth of the first horror was overshadowed by the rippling burst that erupted from the greenish cocoon. A slender, feminine arm tore mightily through the membrane, and another stunning piece of babeflesh pulled herself from the alien slime. One hand to pull her out, the other hand to masturbate her pussy. It…it was Daniel Renfrow….or it used to be. The towering blond sex-bomb lurched to her feet, sweeping curves of glistening womanhood overshadowed Jade’s own. Some might consider her measurements perfect, except that her breasts, her jiggling, bouncing breasts were far too large. They…they must have been…nearly basketball size! The Nordic beauty of the she-creature was a far cry from anything recognizable as the portly politician, she must have been 30 years younger! This slut could have been a college co-ed. Yet even in youth, most girls would never hold a candle to that student body.

By now, the first creature, the brown-haired one, had squeezed out…four of..of..they were babies. Weren’t they? Full sized, well-formed infants crawled towards the wall, all looking suspiciously alike. And yet, as they moved towards the shadows, there was an impression of white tentacles…there was a smooth white egg sack that propelled itself….no…what was wrong with her? The more she looked at them, the more she saw…just babies. Human-looking babies…all crawling to a wall and…attaching themselves? Attaching themselves with spindly, white tendrils as the moist egg sacks throbbed with…..no….it was gone….no white sacks…just babies.

Jade shook her head. In dim light, she thought she saw something alien…inhuman…yet when she focused her gaze, everyone seemed human. Incredibly attractive, but human nonetheless. Yet in her peripheral vision, unforgettable impressions of squirming horrors not of this earth tickled her thoughts!

But they kept coming! Her womb still bloated, the first female kept birthing yet more of the disturbing non-infant infants. She…she must have produced…ten of them already! And as she moaned upon the bed, caressing her belly, it was clear that she had yet more in her. If there was doubt before….no way…she was actually enjoying it! No human woman squeezes out that many babies and enjoys it!

Blond goddess (who was once a portly, male politician) emerged from the bathroom wearing a bath towel, but she scrutinized the closet….lifted the towel to expose her swollen, perfect pussy. And released a gurgling scream of inhuman outrage! Jade had been found out!

Throwing open the door, hitting the blond bitch with a portable ironing board, she leapt for the door, and freedom.

xxxxx

“Well….at least he…he died happy.” remarked Amelia, the young, eager intern assisting Forensic Pathologist and Investigator Dr. Lucia Terrel. A gray-haired, early sixty-sh professional who’d seen things….almost this weird, in her 30-or so years on the job. To her credit, she remained unflappable as they examined the latest victim.

Proudly, the penis thrust upwards into the sterile atmosphere of the autopsy chamber, the still blood-gorged member had to be no less than three-feet long! The postmortem member erupted from a caked mass of flaky white tar of a thickness and texture that Amelia had never seen before. The odor was a dirty, musky scent, somewhat unlike that of most cadavers. The caked crust of white material seemed to cover the entirety of John Doe’s body, forming the outline of his arms, legs, and head.

“Subject identified as Terrence Walters, Caucasian male, Age 25….” Dr. Terrel scrutinized a report. And the concretion around him has been positively identified as….” Even the seasoned pathologist blushed. “…the deceased’s own semen.” she couldn’t stifle a shudder.

“And….how is that possible….?” Amelia wondered.

“Let’s find out….” Dr. Terrel brought a small syringe up to the base of the erect cock head, and when she pricked it, the situation rapidly deteriorated. The suddenly thrashing monster-cock knocked the needle from her hands, and a shriek erupted, a strangling, shrill, gurgling cry not meant for human vocal chords. The penis lashed out with a mind of its own, like a thing alive..

“Impossible! He had no – -*MMMPH*” The bestial cock had already coiled itself around the doctor’s throat, but not until it had stuffed itself in her mouth did it begin to ejaculate. Amelia could do naught but flee for some help…any help…but beneath the plaster-like layer of hardened semen, what she assumed to be a leg exploded outwards….but it was yet another thrashing, prehensile penis. And another where his right arm should have been. The appendages, heating with blood already, restrained and captured both women. Encircling, strangling, penetrating.

But why didn’t Dr. Lucia Terrel feel anger, or disgust, as the impossible monster that had once been Terrence Walters spewed yet more cum down her throat? It must be because it felt sooo good. Too good. Warmth and pleasure floored the aging doctor as alien pathogens assaulted every cell in her body. Why wasn’t she at least frightened for Amelia, as the penis-monster stripped her naked, with a great thrusting rod pistoning her cunt? Because the pleasure….it felt too good….

Amelia’s protests got progressively weaker as her breasts grew larger. Her once modest bee stings had already blossomed forward and outwards into strawberry-shaped cones, from their shuddering their way towards a more respectable orange or apple-size, as the unnatural retroviruses and other wordly enzymes re-engineered her flesh itself.

Ahh… that must be the reason why Lucia did not feel the need to protest even more as the penis-tentacles tied down her arms and legs while ravishing her; her skin…she was getting younger! Wrinkles and spots vanished as whole, full flesh filled with unwholesome vitality from the onslaught of alien biology that had invaded her every cell. Her own, now ample breasts burst forth from the confines of her lab-coat, and as the expanding spheres of jiggling woman flesh rose high enough to obscure her feet, she found that she no longer begrudged the hot penis in her mouth and pussy, filling her with transformative alien semen. She felt a swell of youth and power! Her skin had become just as soft as supple as Amelia’s!

But the Doctor felt a twinge of jealousy, for Amelia’s tits had surpassed her own! The globes jiggled their way into and past the size of grapefruit, deepening valleys of cleavage straining her bra until…

*P-POP*

Raw tit surged into the light, each boob nearly large enough to contain Amelia’s own head! and the way her dark aureoles spread out further across her breasts, to a size near that of coasters, there was little doubt that the bosomy assistant was not yet finished expanding. But as Lucia’s newly-youthened tits attained a size large enough that they extended to her own elbows held out straight, she felt a flush of embarrassment that she had resisted these changes. They were the Spawn of Linda Queen Mother Breeder! The new race memory said so! How foolish to cling to her old humanity!

For her and Amelia, Forensics could scarcely have seemed less relevant. Their only mandate now was to breed, to spawn, to spread the Brood all across this warm, inviting planet. What beautiful simplicity! She’d been given a new lease on life, and all she had to do was breed…and breed….

xxxxx

“In ancient times, they were known as the Ck’uhntt.” Explained ‘Samantha’, opening wide a thick, black-leathered, arcane-looking book that had to be over 2,000 pages. The financial office of the ‘Titopia Triple-X’ was still so inundated with raucous noise and aggressive music that it would be difficult for anyone outside to overhear. Granted, the owner of the club was there, but his pants were long gone, and his cock had shrunk back in upon itself to escape the demonic stripper’s intense seduction. The spaced-out expression of oblivion on his mustached-face held no doubt that he was in shock from the pleasure of Samantha’s pussy. And even were he awake, Sarah had no doubt that her long-time acquaintance had enslaved him years ago.

The gigantic-breasted demon stripper produced a slim, glass vial, with a writhing purple tendril locked within it. The slimy strand thrashed and pulsed with an obscene life of its own.

“It matches the descriptions, we’ve done all our supernatural, and natural tests. Someone, somehow has brought back the Ck’uhntt.” Samantha paced, tits jiggling with each dainty step. “In the scriptures of nearly every earthly culture, there is mention of a long-ago, global flood that wiped out the wicked. Before that, there was said to be an ancient time of lust, and evil. But the Lilim know that the Ck’uhntt were largely responsible for those primordial depictions of lust. But the Cataclysm destroyed them the first time they attempted to breed a colony on this planet, whatever remained of them was sealed away in the most remote places of the earth.”

“So they are indeed extra-terrestrial?” asked Sarah, trying to focus on the information, that she might studiously ignore the naked, unconscious man sprawled out in a rotating office chair. Her carnal instincts compelled her to ravish the mortal man, but during the years of her marriage she’d gained the discipline to suppress her nymphomaniacal cravings for sinful sex just for its own sake. Another way of proving to herself that she had Free Will.

“Extra-terrestrial…” Samantha tasted the word, and rejected it. Seeming very professorial. Those who beheld her lurid gyrations on stage would be flabbergasted at the sinister depth of awesome knowledge and vicious intelligence that burned in the brain of this immortal whore. “The Ck’uhntt are not merely another species from the next star over, they are totally unlike the dime-store aliens of popular science-fiction. It is their universe that is alien. They originate in a dimension with utterly unfamiliar rules, the natural law of their realm is different from ours. They are an aberration not meant to exist in this reality. They should not be, and indeed they cannot be.” Unconsciously, Samantha began tweaking her own erect nipples as she continued. “The ordered principles of our universe’s natural laws cannot tolerate their chaotic biology. The only means by which they can survive is to merge themselves with a native, sentient species. That would be humans.” Samantha shook out her ripe bosom, sending jiggling cascades of luscious demon-tit.

“Preferably, extremely attractive, female humans. The Ck’uhntt are an entirely female race. They greatest true asset is only their impossible fecundity. Far greater than any earthly species.” She focused are red-flashing eyes on Sarah. “There are parasites on this earth, species of nematode whose fertile females can lay as many as 27 million eggs in their lifetime. But the Ck’uhntt can easily exceed even them. All they need is a large population of suitable males, and if they conceal themselves long enough, mimic their prey, then they will be able to breed so many trillions of individuals that any planet will be buried in a horde of alien sluts so prolific that society would be powerless to stop them.”

“The data is inconclusive, but all descriptions and reports claim that they can so quickly breed so many, that resistance will be impossible. I’ve done my own calculations from these reports; I believe that within the year, there would be so many Ck’uhntt Breeders that all the ammunition made by the human race would not be enough to kill them. In six months, they could *ahem* penetrate every continent, so great are their reproductive powers that by that time, even if Man declared total war, they would reproduce faster than humans could kill them. The nations of the earth could concentrate on their eradication, and their rate of population growth would still increase.”

“They’ll take over our cities…communities..” Sarah reflected. “Our…feeding grounds. They wouldn’t even need to fight. If…if they can breed viable offspring that rapidly, we will simply become irrelevant, and starve.” Samantha nodded.

“We can breed Cambions, but they tend to be short-lived and unreliable. The Ck’uhntt will bury the Earth in trillions of reproductive individuals, and it will be too late by the time humans realize the threat. It’s just a matter of them remaining secret, if they mimic human women long enough, men will gladly impregnate them, and lose control of the planet. They just need a little bit of cunning, just a brief period of trickery and misdirection, and the human race will be buried beneath jiggling breasts and hungry pussies.”

“What are there plans? Do they have a leader with long-term goals? Are they part of some…some interstellar empire?” Sarah wondered, stretching her slender arms as her ample breasts bounced.

“From all reports, they have no more civilization than the small-pox virus. They are consumed with an insane, manic urge to breed without limit, or discretion, whenever possible, as much as possible.” Samantha explained. “But…the legends claim that they have…transformative powers….there are odd reports of the Ck’uhntt transforming their victims in a variety of ways. If they have the guile to deceive humans for just a few weeks, it will be too late. There will be too many to imprison or kill. They just mimic whatever society the target race possesses, that they might harvest as much sperm as possible, through whatever means. All their intelligence is geared towards this purpose; for no other reason than the increase in breeding that results from the obsession with breeding.”

“I’ll do it, I’ll find their weakness and stop them!” vowed Sarah, but she was not concerned for her ‘feeding ground’, her mind was filled with nothing more than a defensive, maternal instinct. How odd; she wasn’t human, she was a supernatural entity outside the natural order, but…living like this… as a human woman….she had the same resolve to protect her nest as any mortal-born female. It didn’t matter whether it made sense for an immortal demon to feel this way; she simply did. That was all there was to it.

“You! Stop them?” Samantha was incredulous. “All Lilim must be warned, but honesty, no one expects much from you. You’re weakened, Sarai’erothkok. Don’t deny it, I can easily sense it. There’s no way you could live with a husband for all those years and feed from him as you should. You’d…you’d have to be getting by on a starvation diet. We have to warn all the sisters, but you should leave this to others. I know Lilim that consume a man a week; leaving them broken husks. *GIGGLE*”

“That’s….well I haven’t been getting the best diet.” Feasting on the life-force of the college kids, and the crazy sorcerer tonight had helped somewhat, but it was true; being a faithful wife meant taking so little energy, that her supernatural powers were dramatically lower than they’d been during her days as a wanton whore. “But it doesn’t matter, I’ll still do my part.” Samantha looked the taller demoness up and down.

“You need to Feed, girlfriend. You need a heavy dose of male lust. Tossing a gauzy, flimsy veil at her, the hellish stripper explained: “And the Club needs another feature dancer! Get out there and feast!” And she pushed Sarah unceremoniously out of a curtain to the side.

Suddenly on stage, Sarai’erothkok’s instincts took over. Her breasts, already the size of grapefruits, throbbed and enlarged. She sensed readily that these leering males craved vast tits, larger than what any human woman could be comfortable with. With a furtive surge, her bust size blossomed by at least an inch, aureoles expanding. But she sauntered on stage, savoring the sweet, tangy ecstasy of concentrated male arousal. She hadn’t done erotic dance before an audience of this size since her days as a belly-dancer in the Ottoman Empire, but her skills hadn’t abandoned her.

There was no fear of recognition; no one could possible connect the statuesque, amazonian red-head with the mousy, flat-chested Mrs. Cox. She could revel in the pulsing current of raw libido, energizing her the same way bees and hummingbirds gained energy from nectar. As her tits wobbled and careened through the air, as she waved her tight ass in the face of a cheering Big-Rig trucker, the flood of $20’s and $50’s in the collection jar on stage assured the ancient sex-demon that she had lost nothing over the centuries. Just a little energy…..just for a moment…

“Hah! Free Will, Sarai’erothkok? You’ll always be one of us….” hissed Samantha as she adjusted her micro-bikini, red eyes flaring with devilish lust.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO