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"No way! What did he say back? You have to tell me ever- Oop! Sorry!" The teenaged gazelle glanced up, giving a little wave at the gruff panther who pushed past her. He just glanced over his shoulder with a small snarl, showing the briefest flash of his brilliant white teeth in the otherwise black shape of his form in the night. Then, he just faced front again and kept storming away towards wherever he was headed. Macie just huffed slightly and turned herself back forward too with a small roll of her eyes.

As she turned her head back over her torso and arms, the glow of her phone sent a golden hue spilling over her face that illuminated the sharp lines of her jaw, the thin rim of eyeliner drawn around her large, oval shaped eyes, and the long tendrils of her ironed flat hair where it framed around her angular face. "Ugh, that was just rude-"

She let out a long sigh into the cool night air, just seeing the smallest hint of her breath in the gray space in front of her from the coming chill of evening, but it didn't bother her. She walked like a family native of the chilled Chicago evenings with annoyance and confidence.

A long, camel-hued trench coat fell down to her ankles just above the top of her small, heeled boots, covering her long, slender legs under it though she left the front open to reveal her high-rise leather skirt and the loose silk top that tucked into the top of it. Her legs were bare even in the chill of the coming nightfall, showing off exceptionally pale, yellow-tinged fur in a velveteen fuzz down her legs leading to the top of her leather boots.

"Anyways..." she gave a little murmur, turning her attention back to her text conversation as her feet continued to click and echo down the otherwise empty streets as she walked on memory towards her family's apartment. Her boots sounded out on the concrete with each tap of the heel making contact and her fingers tapped in an accenting concerto to her footfalls.

"Some guy just totally ran into me.... Anyways, tell me! Tell me!"

...

...

"Oh my gosh! Don't make me wwait for t!"

"Okay! I'm tping!"

"Okay! Okay! I'll be patient!"

"So, basically, we were both at this party Saturday. You know the Ryan party? The one where Suzie hooked up with Brad even though Mary said that Suzie should stay away from her man- though we all know that Brad is hooking up with Erin. Anyways, that party..."

As the gossip began to flow, Macie's eyes stayed locked onto the glowing surface of her iPhone's screen, illuminating the clumps of her mascara on her long lashes and dulling her eyes to the intense darkness otherwise around her as less and less street lamps illuminated the old, broken pavement beneath her feet. Overhead, the sun completed its final descent, removing the final shreds of purple from the horizon and replacing it with the dim glow of the evening, illuminated only by the slender moon rising overhead.

With each block she walked, the darkness grew thicker and thicker around her, though she walked in her own bubble of bright, artificial light from her glowing cellphone.

Only when one of her chunky heels dipped, catching on one of the ragged spots between slabs in the walkway did she look up with a soft yelp, "Ack!" She pitched forward, catching herself with her arms raised up for more balance and steadying herself in the air.

Then her eyes widened, then squinted, struggling to adjust to the darkness when they'd been locked onto such a bright light for several minutes as she furious typed back.

"Where... am... I?" she murmured aloud, taking a moment to slowly spin herself around while her eyes studied the landscape, searching for the angle towards the city's largest buildings and the street sign just dimly showing on the corner of the closest street intersection. Her brows puzzled together, knitting closer across the line of her forehead as she tried to see further away.

"Oh no..." She noticed the street, recognizing with a sinking sensation in her stomach that where she should have turned several blocks back she hadn't, walking her away from her apartment and into an entirely different neighborhood, and one that had been in the news lately.

"I'm in that neighborhood," she breathed out, suddenly hyper aware of her own breath and voice in the otherwise dulled night. Surely, in the distance, she could still hear the sirens of the inner city and the sounds of tires running down the more popular streets by night clubs and bars, but here on this street it was eerily quiet. No hum of television leaking from open window, no shouting that escaped from overly thin walls, no other footsteps, no horns, no heating units humming. She didn't hear anything really.

"This... is... creepy..." she said to herself, starting to enjoy the sound of her voice breaking up the quiet. Her mind, as she realized where she was, flashed back to the morning news she'd barely paid attention to that morning, playing over top of the counter as she dished up a colorful bowl of cereal.

"Once again last night there were reports made in the West Lake neighborhood of the sexual predator who has been terrorizing Chicago's women for the past several months. This time, the victim was in her late 40s. She was last seen purchasing groceries at the local Sam's Club before she was found dazed, blocks from her home with a gallon of milk still in her hand, reports say.

This is only the most recent case in what has been a string of strange, sexual assaults recently. The first that has been linked to the recent crimes was back in December when Annie Mackintaw was on her way home-"

"All in all," Macie remembered the reporter's words like she'd written them down, "Over twenty two woman have reported being raped in the past two months, but with the way this case is going now, that number is sure to rise."

"This is bad..." Macie told herself, pocketing her phone entirely for the first time that evening. Her fingers lingered on it for a second in her pocket, like the heft of it there was comforting before she raised her shoulders with a breath of purpose and she spun away from the darker end of the street and started to orient herself towards home, determined now to make it out of this place before something happened to her.

"That way... Yeah. It's that way, I'm sure-" She started to walk, this time the click of her feet moving much faster with hearty clacks onto the pavement. This was no longer a meandering walk home avoiding the dishes and family time, now she longed for the dull evening routine. "One of dad's corny jokes sounds... really good right now," she admitted, groaning to herself. Something was unnerving her in this place and she wanted to get out of it and back into the comfort of familiarity.

Before she made it half a block though, she heard a soft voice seemingly coming out of the air around her.

"Macie..." The voice was so quiet, almost to the point she had to strain to hear it, yet it sounded so close. Her chin twitched back, letting her glance over her shoulder but she didn't see anything or anyone! Her eyes strained for a moment, searching in the inky dark before she gave up and turned back around.

"Stop that!" she yelped back instead, thinking on instinct it was some neighbor, playing a joke and hiding in the bushes to keep out of sight, what else could it be, right?

But as the passed the intersection of the street, she still heard the voice in her ears slow and smooth like the drip of honey turned into vocals. The sound of it actually made the hair along the back of her neck flicker with activity while her spine seemed to buzz with a slow shiver.

"Macie, Macie. So dressed up tonight in that silk shirt you found in mama's closet. What a sexy, sexy outfit for a young woman. You pull it off though, don't you? Mmm... yes. They all say you're still a child, you need to behave till you move out, right? That's foolish. Look at you, you're clearly an adult, clearly know what you're doing."

Macie's eyebrows were quivering up and down, trying to figure out what this voice was saying, how it knew what to say. It was right! She had found this deep plum top crumpled in her mother's old closet and swiped it for this evening dinner. She liked the way it plummeted between her perky breasts, giving her a slight hint of cleavage as it grazed between the small orbs. How would anyone know that? She hadn't even told Grace that, she didn't want to admit it!

She didn't have time to think about that, at least she told herself. Her feet kept clanking down on the pavement, trying to move a bit faster without breaking into a full run. Each step sent a shudder up her legs to her knees with the thunk of her weight. Her skin prickled with fright from the strange voice in the night.

Yet, at the same time, her sex was starting to tingle. A strange warmth started to spread up between her thighs, arousal growing in the pit of her pelvis. Her cheeks too began to glow, warming to a rosy pink while the folds of her young sex started to flush with much the same heat.

"Macie, you really did good tonight. Enhancing everything, hoping that boy would notice? Hmm? He didn't did he? Foolish, foolish boy. He's missing out. I know he is, I know because I know you Macie, and you would be just wonderful for him, right?" The voice's volume hadn't changed, not it's tone or speed, it was like it was planted right in her ear, murmuring there as she tried to escape it.

"Just stop!" Macie shot back, not even looking because she knew somehow she wouldn't see anything there, nothing to attach to the voice murmuring to her, sending some sort of boiling sensation through her veins as arousal spread through her as though she was in the midst of a wet dream and not a terrifying walk home. She'd never felt such a quick rush before, it hit her all at once.

At the next intersection, she hears a soft chuckling behind her. She spread her legs wider, breaking into a run now, but with this new spread she could only feel more plainly the heat between her legs. The cool air seemed to have such intense contrast to the heat of her cunt.

"I've got... to... get... away from here!" she thought to herself, feeling her jacket swishing around her ankles with every stride. Her boots' heels wobbled a bit each time she landed, but she didn't slow. The voice was still murmuring, coaxing her ego and drenching her with sickly sweet compliments stinging with personal thoughts, emotions, details.

"Macie, did you really think that boy would know that your little smile would tell him you longed to feel his hand on your ass? Shoving you into that dorky poster behind you? You wanted to feel that wall smack into your back didn't you-" His lips smacked wetly on the word, popping the accent in her ear. "He should have known, it is obvious after all. That smile meant business."

It was like someone had tipped into her subconscious and started to purr back to her what she daydreamed of hearing.

In her imagination, that would be wonderful.

In reality, it was terrifying.

She rounded a corner, instinctively knowing it was her street. "Just a bit further!" she told herself as her skirt started to rise slightly, bunching up on her thighs from all her motion. The hem of it tightened on the tops of her thighs, rising from the pull of her legs. Her sex was buzzing from the soft, cool air on the top of her thin panties. The air felt like a bit of relief from the heat rising inside her, flushing her with lust and need.

At the same time, her shirt was sticking to her back under her coat, gluing itself to the faint damp sweat percolating from her running, even in the chilled evening air. Her chest pumped with her breathing, expanding and flattening down more and more rapidly as she tried to increase her speed a bit more. She felt her boots wobbling a bit more now, not made for the weight of someone sprinting on their cheap, wooden heels.

She ignored it all, knowing that nothing mattered more than getting out of this night, getting away.

As her eyes raised up to the sight of her apartment complex just a few blocks ahead of her, she saw plain, stacked bricks of a wall.

A dead end.

"No..."

She'd turned one street too early and drove herself into an alley that stopped dead at a large recycling dumpster that was so dark its outlines were murky with the evening's ink and only the lighter puffs of overflowing flattened boxes showed a bit at its lip, sticking out from beneath the lid.

Faintly, behind the shape of the wall rising behind the dumpster, she could see the familiar building she returned to every night with the balcony belonging to her family, still twinkling with late, lingering Christmas lights in pale violet. She squinted to see if she could spot her family at the dinner table by the window, but she couldn't be sure if the splotches in her vision were them. She gotten so close. If she hadn't missed her turn, she'd already be there, right now.

Instead her chest heaved with hard breaths that sent air puffing out into the night with whispers of dark gray, just barely appearing in the dark cold in front of her. Her mind raced at the same time, calculating for an escape route from this blocked in spot.

"I could maybe climb the dumpster? Jump? Hide?" Her eyes darted side to side from the bricks on her right and the smooth concrete on her left, even topped with an edge of fencing that butted into another building.

A chuckle wafted out of the air behind her and a chill ran down the girl's spine even as small droplets of sweat stuck the smallest tendrils of her hair to her forehead. Suddenly, at the sound of that laughter, her panting stopped and she sucked in her breath, holding it there before it sputtered out like a dying car. Very slowly, with the hairs on the back of her neck rising, she pivoted around to face whoever had been chasing her.

Then, in that instant as her eyes searched through the darkness for her target and found it, her fear faded into something else entirely.

**

Ahazu let a slow smile spread out over his lips, revealing slightly sharpened teeth inside his pout. Though, unlike the panther who's teeth had been visible and invisible a moments later as he turned away and walked off, Ahazu didn't turn away. His eyes, glowing with an eager red light within, were locked onto the gazelle frozen into the center of the dark alley.

He started to stalk forward into the alley, walking with a faint swagger in his hips, a sort of swaying motion like that of a well-trained dancer imbued into his body though his bare feet making contact with the ground beneath didn't make a single sound. Each step was as quiet as a hunting tiger.

In the darkness, his pale red-stained skin wasn't truly visible nor was his nude body, tight with muscular definition, yet eerily smooth and androgynous, but Macie could see his eyes. They glowed with red light out from the darkness of the night surrounding him. They seemed to glow from within, like there was a fire inside him escaping.

His tongue, long and subtlety forked, flickered over the sharp tip of his teeth, clicking them with a thoughtful little hum as he rounded fully into the dark embrace of this alley. "Now, now..." he whispered out, his voice naturally amplified from his volume to reach his prey's ears, filling her thoughts with the crooning purr of his voice.

Behind him, his long furred tail tip danced and flickered over the pavement like a stalking cat while his feet continued their silent pad closer and closer.

"A truly strong will can resist an incubus..." he narrated, smiling to himself as the gazelle's eyes grew wider and wider with his approach. They sparkled beneath the moonlight in a way that looked totally innocent and, to Ahazu, delicious.

"... for a time, but you, my girl. You are not strong-willed, are you?"

As if on cue, the girl's plump bottom lip dropped open with a sudden babbling of incoherent strings of slightly related sentences. "B-but... a hha mmmn..." No words formed out of the sounds, at least not that Ahazu could piece together, but she said the garbled mess with such passion.

As her lips quivered with her broken speach, her eyes searched over his form with only rising confusion from the sight of his blood-hued skin, the long, stretched wings spread out behind him casually half-folded, or the long, curled horns atop his head. She couldn't take it in, couldn't wrap her thoughts around the existence of him to understand it.

The sight of him there, now close enough to be illuminated by the shreds of moonlight, didn't help her babbling to diminish. Instead, she seemed to be repeating the same glances over and over as though she could stare long enough to somehow see him for his real, human truth without any of this demonic qualities.

Instead, her eyes only found the same pieces.

His body, nude in the cool night, was covered in a oiled hue of reddish skin, like red sand beaches or the faded shade of clay. Darker, scales or fur sprouted around his wrists and ankles looking faintly like armor out of a video game, but on him in was melded in, part of him. "B-but... b-buhbuhbuh..." Her bottom lip bounced against the top, trying to form some thought out of her observations, but she simply could not.

Ahuza smiled, giving her a glimpse of his sharp teeth as he tipped his head so his long, curled horns caught the shine of the moon. He always loved the sight of a girl recognizing those spiked shapes atop his head, inlaid with carving-like details where they parted through long, silken hair that spilled well past his pointed ears. "W-wah...what....?"

The incubus flicked his tail, taking a moment to stretch out his leathery wings and roll his shoulders, as though loosening up before the workout. While he did, his eyes pursued over the girl's form, taking in his catch.

"D-dream... dream... Dreams are the process of the subconscious to find..." she mumbled out, still just streaming off gibberish as Ahazu just smirked, chuckling softly, shaking his head with an amused wiggle. "Oh, no... you're not one of the stronger ones at all, dear child-"

For a few minutes, he just relished in his amusement. The moon hung high over head, casting the palest amount of golden light over them, only enough to see the outlines of his sculpted form as he walked around the girl, slowly with the inspection of a predator for trapped prey while the large shadows of his wings cast down over the girl. Though the chase was up now.

Now, he only had to feast.

He licked over his teeth again, letting out a long breath before he finally spoke. "Remove that coat."

The girl didn't hesitate. Her fingers shook as she grabbed for the lapels on either side of her chest and pushed them back, shucking the shape of the full trench coat down from her shoulders and just letting it spill onto the pavement below. The fabric crumpled with a soft whisper in the otherwise quiet night. It pooled at her feet in a soft, camel-colored puddle of discarded material. She didn't even glance down at it, her eyes stayed tracking Ahazu's movements, staring at the tip of his flickering tail with mesmerized confusion.

Now, with more of her form exposed, Ahazu let his eyes wander over her, savoring his anticipation a few moments longer. The gazelle was young, just on the verge of escaping home to go explore college, but for now untainted by the abundance of alcohol and rebellion, for now she clung to that innocence.

She'd dressed up tonight, he could see it all on her, the charms and the desperation. Her perky, small breasts were just barely contained inside the deep cut of a rich silk top that showed the smooth valley between them and the small patch of white fur there, marking the center of her ribs. He licked his lips as he stared down at the supple stretch of exposed flesh, that small curve of her breast, just tucked inside that thin fabric.

"Oh how easy it would be," he drawled in a low, breathy tone. "To tear that flimsy thing right off your body." His eyes met her, staring at the big pools of her glimmering eyes. "How would you like that, Macie?"

"Y-yes..."

"Okay, good try-" He chuckled again, licking at his full lips as he ran a long nail down the center of her form, tracing that line of her deep neckline before he ran it over, tweaking one of her firm, throbbing nipples through the thin, silk fabric.

"You are so needy already. So easy, you were." His thumb rubbed to that lump of her nipple, watching how her hips started to quiver as he did. With a pink, squeezing the little bud between a finger and thumb, the girls' thighs pressed together, struggling to relief the wet pressure there. Ahazu raised his knee slightly, giving the faintest rub against the girl's mound before he pulled it away, leaving her squirming into the empty air.

Continuing his inspection, his gaze fell to her skirt that still rose up on her thighs, barely covering the bottom curve of her cunt. A mere sliver of her panties showed through, plain white cotton over plump lower lips. The leather clung around the shape of her dainty hips, giving her the illusion of more shape to her slightly lanky form.

The incubus pulled in a long breath, sifting his sense of smell through the city's tainted air to only savor the scent of the girl. Her sex dripped with her arousal by now, staining the air with a thick layer of her musky aroma.

"Get on all fours," Ahazu grunted, voice barely above the volume of a whisper. It didn't have to be. The girl didn't hesitate, she just dropped into the position, letting her knees settle onto her fallen coat and her hands press into the cold, rough concrete below her.

She didn't react to the bite of the cold sidewalk beneath her palms, just pushed her weight back towards her butt as she felt him walking towards her backside, taking in now the sight of her ass just barely escaping from her leather skirt. The fabric stretched up, struggling to stay down when the front hem had risen so high. The underside of her sex showed plainly through the soaked fabric of her panties where the thin white material clung to her form.

Ahazu lowered himself, his cock already hard and jutting out in front of him to its full, potent length. The tip flared out, sparkling with escaping precum as his knees touched to the cold ground. He didn't notice.

Macie noticed him behind her. She could feel the shape of him behind her and the heat of his shaft hovering just beside her thigh. Something in her ached to feel him. Ahazu watched the squirming dance of her rump in front of him, fighting the urge to offer herself up more directly. He could see it in her body's twitching motions and it brought a toothy smirk to his face.

Then, his hands grabbed onto the girl's hips, thumbs scooping down towards the bottom of her skirt and pulling it up swiftly while his other hand reached up between her thighs that were spread for him already, eagerly even. The rasp of his nails drew tracks through her thin fur, grazing over the skin underneath.

He dug his fingers up against the crease of her thigh and pelvis, grabbing for the fabric of her panties before he tore them from her, just ripping them down and back from her form as the muscles down his arms tensed with the sudden burst.

Cold, night air rushed against the hot steam of her eager cunt, but it was only a second before Ahazu thrust forward, sinking his cock up into the warm folds of her young sex. Instantly, as his thick girth stretched her forcefully open, stretching the tight, virginal folds of the teenager, a moan bloomed out from her lips tinged with relief as her aching body was finally giving the filling it needed. Ahazu didn't hesitate any further as he slammed into a hilted position, grinding the tip of his cock into her cervix before he pulled backwards, ready to repeat.

Every thrust forward slammed his hips into Macie's, sending echoing claps into the otherwise silent air of the night, but Ahazu didn't care to muffle them. No one would disturb him. If anyone did find him in the throes of passion, his aura would only be stronger.

Macie, her babbling stopped, now just mewled with strings of pleasure, half-coherent and half a mess. Ahazu tried to draw sense from her, hunching his body flush to her smooth back, feeling bits of her skin where her shirt pulled out from her skirt and freed her lower back to press against his chest. "What is it, Macie? What? Tell me."

"F-Fuck! Fuck me!"

He chuckled, showing those sharp teeth. "I am."

She seemed annoyed by this, pushing her hips needily against him, oblivious to the indentations now in her palms from pushing into the rough, pebble texture of the pavement beneath them. Her fur was speckled with dust and pressed flat to her skin beneath, but she didn't have any sensation for that part of her body. Her mind was only for her cunt, for her stretching cunt around the incubus's cock.

"Harder, harder. Harder. Fuck Macie harder. I love it. You feel like you're going to rip me in half, like a piece of paper-"

Ahazu chuckled again, letting out a hiss of delight at the sensation of the girl's tight sex squeezing even more on him. Her walls were slender and tight, as though nothing had ever sampled her before, and with his size, she was now stretching out extremely to compensate for him. Each motion, pulling back out from her squeezing walls, came with a wet, echoing schluck as he pulled himself out of her grabbing body.

If he leaned his chest back, he could watch. His fingers grabbed onto the meat of her bare ass, massaging his nails into her fur and leaving indented tracks through the fuzz of her cheeks while he pulled the plump shapes of her asscheeks apart, revealing the crease between and the sight of her rosy red lower lips spreading out around his tip. Then, with a thrust, his cock would disappear into the sparkling wet opening of her body, like magic.

With rising pleasure, Ahazu's minor tinge of gentleness, of which there was none, faded entirely to something strictly opposite of gentle. Each thrust pushed the girl hard enough that she rocked forward, but his hands held onto her ass like a grip, pulling her right back onto him. Every single repetition pushed his tip to her cervix and shook her knees against the ground, sliding them off of her coat and onto the rough ground where it started to dent and tear into her supple skin. Her palms and nails tried to steady herself on the ground, but it nothing but peel and break the paint from the tips of her manicure and scratch down the center of her soft hands on the rough, hard ground. Her body just moved with his pushing and pulling, at the whims of his own instead.

She didn't even notice the pulsing ache in her knees and hands. Instead, she just tipped her hair back and mewled towards the moon, not even making words now as she murmured out her mindless pleasure. Ahazu just flashed his teeth, gleefully reaching up and taking a fistful of her long, silvery flat-ironed hair against the back of her head and yanking her back onto him with both ends of her body, using her as a sort of oversized masturbator to yank onto his cock again and again as her walls massaged down his length, heated and lubricated for his comfort.

"Sard, yes-" he hissed out with a faint roll on the r of the aged word, loving how the harsh human words sounded escaping his mouth through breathy, passionate panting. "You're a toy, little Macie. Just a toy for me to use, right?"

Her head just bobbed, wobbling against his grasp on her hair goofily. She didn't have the voice to respond to him, but her cunt gave a tightening grasp, squeezing with growing intention as she rounded towards an orgasm.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" A chuckle left his lips as he kept smooth, rapid pace even while speaking. His body was built for sex, no amount of it would tire him. His hips smacked into her raw, red butt without hesitation. "Little teen girl, little starter model toy, maybe not the best edition, hmm? Good for jacking off in an alley, good for emptying myself into right here, in the night. Anywhere I want-"

Macie's lips hung open, sounds escaping her gutterally now, from deep in her chest as her cunt began to spasm madly. Her walls were squeezing and contracting with the rising intensity of her impending orgasm, only seconds away. Inside her, she could feel the pressure of every contraction seeming to reach up and grab something inside her and pull it down. Blood pounded in her ears with the pace of her racing heart, filling her head with this drum beat. He didn't stop, he shoved himself through the grasp of her tight sex, forcing her to spread for him, to give way for his entry.

Over and over he slammed into her.

Her scalp ached where her hair pulled back from it. A few strands escaped, curling around his wrist and fluttering with every motion, but she just mewled out with a bleating sound of pleasure while the pale, glimmering tendril caught the moonlight and slipped off from the texture of his wrists. Another moan broke from the girl's lips with a low, gutteral tone; the pain of his roughness was too far in the back, to covered by everything else for her to separate it out from the relief of being sated.

Ahazu felt her squeeze to her tightest grasp, the spasming contractions of an orgasm, maybe her first. That brought a toothy grin to his face, showing those jagged canines.

"Macie, little Macie..." He growled out, voice lowering now with the sensation of her massaging him so. "Will this be your first orgasm? Saved for me? I feel so... blessed-" He snickered, cheekily though she didn't appreciate his joke. Her eyelashes just fluttered and rolled backwards again with another wave of contracting pleasure.

He leaned over, licking up a salty drop of sweat from the curl of her shoulder before he bit onto the soft flesh, claiming her as she screamed out her first explosion of pleasure. "Have you ever felt this before? Felt something so primal? Such need? Doesn't it just make you want to scream with frustration? Scream out that pressure inside you? Anything to get it out?"

His hips didn't even stop moving, not as she spasmed and tightened on him, quivering against the rough ground even more now. Her knees ground into the uneven texture in the dim alley, musing up her smooth fur and indenting the already scuffed skin beneath, but she didn't show a single sign of noticing. Her little boots clunked on the ground her her shaking, toes trying to curl into something for stability as she clung to the final, overwhelming shreds of her finish.

He didn't stop though.

His cock continued to slam back and forth, pumping in and out of her with machine-like consistency. The tip flared, spitting precum into her, keeping her slick and dripping for him so nothing slowed his motions, though the sloppy, leaking mess of her own arousal was keeping her plenty wet for his pistoning length. Even in the minimal light, he could see droplets of her wetness escaping down her thighs, catching the starlight and pooling in a growing pile against the edge of her spilled coat. "Good," he thought, smirking. "She'll have a stain to remember me by."

Every muscle down the toned incubus's form was tensed in his motion, showing in the faint light the defined creases and lines. He stretched back his large, fleshy wings and opened them so he could feel the cool air washing over the warm layer of flesh that stretched across their bat-like form. His head tipped back next, letting the cooler breeze from above cool his flushed cheeks as he held onto her hip and her hair with each hand, riding into her with his chest puffed up proudly and her knees grinding against the dirt. His body just towered over her, casting his own shadow onto the shape of her small, supple body of mussed yellow fur. She looked already so diminished, so weak before him.

"Such simple will..." He crooned, petting his hand over her ass before he raised the palm into a paddle, smacking down against the pert flesh with an echoing sound. She yelped back in response with her cunt sucking down on him at the same time. His nails played over the throbbing skin, a grin playing on his lips as he took her peak to hide the pain of another spanking.

And another.

He stopped his hand moving only when her ass felt hot to the touch, giving him something to graze his fingers over as he watched the show of her body spasming in the final moments of her cumming; he didn't stop fucking her though.

He didn't stop as she came and not as she began to relax and try to catch her breath. Her mouth opened wide, lips sputtering apart as she gasped to find her breath and steady it, but he was still pounding into her. He didn't even slow for a moment. Her breath came out in broken, bouncing whines until another moan took over.

Instead, he did the opposite of letting up on her sensitive body. He angled himself a bit more upwards so his balls would swing in and strike against her swollen clit now for the second round. The flesh nub stuck out from her lips, already pulsing and raw. As his skin rubbed against it now with his pounding repetition, she could only bleat out her response. Her hips squirmed, fighting the intensity of the touch with her new sensitivity post-orgasm.

He just tightened his grasp, "Nuh uh uh, little Macie. You're my toy, remember?" His lips were salty with her flavor as he crooned into her ear, tracing its edge with his forked tongue. She shuddered back against him, ass and sex squeezing with a shake of arousal from his voice vibrating into her ear. "I'm not done playing."

**

Rays of sun started to rise in the distance, right along the line of the horizon where it sliced through the landscape in front of Ahazu. Golden glow spread up from the distant mark, easing out into the pale blue-gray of the fading evening. Still, on the highest mark of the clouds, the moon lingered to watch this changing of the guards as a soft, silvery crescent.

The incubus let out a long sigh, reclining his form back as his hands supported him behind with both palms down on the worn, smooth texture of the roof he sat atop. The pavement beneath his skin felt refreshingly cool. His eyes were upturned, watching this slow rise of the sun in the distance with a relaxed expression holding his face mostly neutral. His red eyes were dull and partially closed, basking in this soft, coming light and the breeze.

His body felt warm, buzzing with the energy of another coitus and the air up here, on his rooftop perch, was just what that needed. His leathery wings stretched up and out, casting a long shadow out over the surface of the roof while he let the cool, morning air rush over the thin skin that stretched across to form the appendages. The fresh, chilled mist of the coming morning felt delectably cold on his flushed, warm skin still entirely bare and exposed beneath the golden rays of the rising sun. Gently, when the wind blew, it even rustled his long hair and brushed it back from his shoulders. The strands, despite his night, still hung silky and smooth down the sides of his angular face in perfect elegance.

His nails scratched up through that long hair, letting out a content hiss through his teeth as he cast his gaze down towards the alley for a moment, ignoring the sunrise.

With a bit more light, the alley didn't look nearly so stark and bare. A brick wall ran down one side with a cement one on the building upon which Ahazu sat now. The dumpsters at the end were remarkably tidy ones, for being dumpsters, as they were used only for recycling for nearby businesses and a stern sign ensured so posted on their front. In the middle of the alley, still utterly out of it, Macie still slumped into the rough concrete below. Her body was splayed there, like a doll slipped from a child's hand on a hurried run home. Her glimmering hair, so pale and blonde, could almost have blended into the sunlight slipping down into the alley from above as the sun rose towards the peak.

By the time the evening had ended, her silk top had been completely torn off. Shiny strips of the discarded satin lay littered across the ground in tendrils of luxurious purple against the drab gray of the urban world. It was impossible to tell what each piece had been, what was neckline, what was back as the pieces were all too slight and slim. Without it, her breasts were utterly bare and the lingering chill of early morning had her nipples firm and hard, poking out from the white fur of her chest. The perky orbs were, for now, pressed into the hard ground beneath as she lay on her stomach, seemingly drained of energy.

Her jacket, even from his height, was stained clearly in dark splotches with the soaking from the girl's orgasms over top of its material. The blotches looked merely like spilled soda, but Ahazu knew otherwise. It brought a grin to his sharp teeth as he surveyed the damage they'd done to her outfit.

Her little boots, impractical heeled things, had slipped off entirely on one foot and mostly on the other leaving one splayed on the ground halfway down the alley while the other one showed a sliver of her ankle but otherwise clung to her foot. "I'm amazed that stayed on," the incubus murmured to himself, idly stretching his neck side to side as he stared down at the dazed gazelle.

Her breasts were smeared with stains and mused beyond belief while her eyes were distant and glossy as she rolled up to look at the sky, now moving. "Oh, silly thing..." he sighed to himself, still smiling cordially.

With her back on the ground, she was even more exposed. Her breasts jutted up towards the sky with each orb marked with the indents of the ground. Her cheeks too were streaked with the texture of the pebbled flooring of the alleyway. Without her skirt or panties, both were lost to the edges of the alley, her pussy lips were swollen and spread to expose the drooling line of her stretched cunt. From above, Ahazu could see the pinky target of her used hole still glimmering with moisture. He licked at his lips, as though remembering a fine meal at the sight of her there, laid back in the alley with not a lick of shame or embarrassment at being utterly nude in morning's rising light.

"It really has been too long," he shifted, letting his tail flick side to side to an idle rhythm. He inclined a bit more and turned his face towards the sun to feel the coming warmth as it rose up to show an orb of glowing light at the edge of the horizon's line. Ahazu's eyes closed, relishing the kisses of gentle heat in contrast with the winds cool touch. "It's been much too long since I last came to the mortal realm and enjoyed myself. I'd nearly forgotten what a pleasure silly mortals can b-"

"Oh my god!" A curdling scream shot up from the ground level as a woman, heels' clicking halted passed the mouth of the alley and spotted Macie's state with both breasts hanging out and her stretched sex still oozing with her own juices and splayed up at the sky. The sound of the woman's warbling voice arched towards the sky, alerting anyone nearby of her alarm as her hands started to dance and wave with the processing of her panic.

"Oh... potzblitz" Ahazu sighed with a curse, vaguely annoyed to have his lazy sunrise interrupted. "I suppose night is over now..." He shook his head, but still rolled back from the edge of the room and started off towards the opposite edge of the building where he swung off in a long leap, fluttering his wings slightly to control his movement, and landed onto the next rooftop. From there, he strolled down a fire escape, starting to whistle softly as he returned towards his daytime hideout and left the mess of his night out behind.

***

"Uh, Murph'?"

"Officer Tyler, how many times have I told you? You can at least pretend to have some respect for your Sergeant! Capiche?" The golden retriever rolled her eyes as she moved, heading towards the desk of the uniformed officer who spoke, his head turned up from a computer screen when he did. He just chuckled at her, with a small smile playing up on his lips at the scolding, he jerked his head slightly at his own screen.

She wore her own uniform, nearly identical in the crisp, navy blue of the city police force, but she held the markings of a sergeant level, supervising over a watch force of the officers. The blue fabric stretched over a full chest, bound in slightly with sturdy fitness bras though even her boxy uniform couldn't really disguise the curves of her hips or the roundness of her juicy bottom. She counteracted her beauty with a slightly puckered, sour expression and a stern, loud voice. Nestled between the crease of her breasts, safely tucked beneath her shirt, she wore an aged silver chain with a cross-shaped pendant softened with years around the edges of the inlaid design.

With her luck, she'd been given the force involved in investigating the recent slew of incubus-related incidents, though the mortal police force was not so informed.

"We've just gotten a 911 call in about something that's probably for us..." The officer continued, giving her a stern, tense look with both lips tight together. The female let out a long, heavy sigh, running a hand up her forehead to push the wisps of golden blonde hair that were slipping from her ponytail back out of her face before her hand brushed over where her pendant sat under her shirt, as though momentarily pausing for strength. "Let me guess-"

"It's another woman-" Tyler interjected, knowing exactly the direction of her questioning. They'd been dealing with these cases long enough now.

"Where?" Murphy's shoulders grew heavier while her eyes grew honed and focus, gathering data now.

"She was found in an alley by the old test plant that bicycle incident."

"I know the place," she was nodding and shuffling in closer to his computer screen to see the bars of an audio program on pause. She bent, jutting her butt out slightly so she could see down at the screen and lower her ears towards the speakers. Then, she spoke again with a voice soft, tired, and commanding.

"Play the call."

With a clack of the keyboard, the audio started with the breathy sound of someone panicking. The breathing was broken and ragged for several seconds, just washing into the phone: "Hello?! Hello!?"

"Hello, this is 911. What is your emergency?"

"Yes. Hi. Hello. I-I've found a woman. She's not dead, but she's in an alley. She's n-nude! She's nude and she looks drugged! I've found her! I was walking to work and I just-" The voice spoke in jostled, anxious breaks that were intermixed with movement and fabric rubbing to the bottom of the phone.

"Ma'am, what is your name?" The operator's voice didn't change, poised and calm.

"M-my name? I'm Teresa Washborn. I-I-"

"Very good. Where are you? Are you still at the alley?"

"Yes. Yes I am." A long breath sputtered from the woman as she calmed. Her breathing stilled enough to not be audible in the phone's microphone. "The girl isn't responding to me. She's just laying there. I don't know if I should touch her..."

"That's okay. Where are you?"

"Oh-" Muffling interrupted her voice for a second as she presumably adjusted the phone to look towards the nearby street signs before reporting back the intersection. "It's the alley between the Listille apartments and the Jonston building-"

"Very good." The sound of keys gently sounded through the speaker, very faintly as the operator entered in the information and called for the response. "We'll send someone there, okay? Would you like me to stay on the line?"

"No... No, that's okay." Already, Murphy started to pull back from the speakers. She knew this call would yield nothing more than that, which had been a lot of nothing.

"Okay, an officer is on his way. It'll be just a minute."

"She was just a bystander again?" Murphy asked, an exasperated expression already playing in her full, rounded face.

"Yeah, just called it in after stumbling onto it. Wasn't the woman."

"Where is she now?"

"She's being dealt with at crisis." Sadness flickered over Murphy's eyes, true empathy for the suffering girl. For all her stern looks, her heart was pure, soft gold. "We've got a conference though in-" His eyes flicked down to his watch. "Two hours."

"About this?"

"Yep." His eyes flicked around the room, where a lot of visual mapping lay across boards and lines crossed from woman to woman, but the top square where the suspect images would be added was blank with only a chalked in question mark in its place. His glance was one of, "What's that going to hold?"

"Heavens Above." Her eyes glanced up for a second with a purposeful stare that held meaning for her. It wasn't just an expression, it was a plea leaving her mouth. A wish that the investigation would at least now be in a better place. "Let's just hope he slipped up this time and left something for us..."

***

"So, our rapist has stuck again..." A groan murmured across the conference room of the gathered officers and investigators. "Officer Tyler," Murphy requested. "Would you brief us?"

The jackal stood, clearing his throat as he raised up his notes, though his eyes barely looked at them. He'd been digesting this information for the past two hours, preparing for this session and hoping for better news.

"This morning at 08:00 hours, a young woman by the name of Macie Miles was found in an alley between the Jonston Building and the Listille apartments by a passing bystander. Upon arrival at the scene, the officer called for transport of Ms. Miles to the crisis response center where she is currently resting with no severe bodily harm. They've induced sleep for now due to her dazed state-" Understanding nods went out across the room while Murphy's mouth just hardened into a smaller line.

"Evidence collected yielded little. Scraps of fabric, believed to be the woman's top were found scattered all across the alley, but there was no fingerprint evidence nor DNA evidence found either on Ms. Miles herself nor the surrounding area of the alley. We've done a further internal swab, but at first look, the lab is finding nothing."

"The area has no video surveillance. The closest is a private security camera on a street a block down, upon asking the owner for any images from the night prior, nothing was found. There are officers canvasing further down for any unusual sightings, but so far nothings turned up out of the ordinary-"

"So basically, yet again this guy has come in and raped someone and left nothing behind?" A woman, with fierce yellow eyes blazing in her head asked, voice sharp.

"Basically, yeah. We've got nothing. Again."

"What are we supposed to do with no leads?" The cheetah asked, eyes still fiery.

"That's what we're here to discuss, Eve-" Another woman, a softer deer spoke up from her spot beside the sergeant Murphy. "Should we review what the case has yielded so far?"

Tyler let out a soft sigh. "So far we've had over two dozen rapes somehow committed without any evidence and no DNA, despite clear physical activity... of a rough variety-" His voice skipped slightly, awkwardly. "The victims, so far, haven't offered any useful information. They are often dazed and so far we've had six woman claim they enjoyed and consented to the activities after the fact upon our questioning, despite their state on arrival."

"This is just the most creative rapist Chicago has ever seen!"

"That's why we've got to be more creative!" Murphy interjected, though her voice wasn't full of belief. Her mind was heavy with what to do for her meeting later that day, this time with the station commander and the regional chief who wanted her progress report.

"What do you want us to do just station an officer in every alley each night and wait for him?"

"Well, what about the woman at Street Fit Gym? That wasn't even an alley!"

"I get it. I get it. We don't have any leads. You know what, I just want everyone to tell me what you think I should be telling our bosses today? Huh? They want to know how this months long investigation is going! What its yielded! What should I be telling them?"

"We need more resources. More street officers for canvassing!"

"We're already at the max size for our team, there isn't budget to expand our canvassing," Murphy retorted, shaking her head with a rustle of her golden, fluffy ears.

"What about our lab? Are they sure the DNA tests have all been inconclusive?"

"Yes. Let's not go attacking our lab technicians-"

"Are we sure these women aren't connected somehow? Some cult or... pimp somehow taking... his own?"

"So far, there's no evidence of that and based on the widespread demographic, it's unlikely..."

A few more bad ideas skittered out onto the conference table until Murphy had heard enough. She sighed and dismissed her team, letting them return to their desks to try and scrounge something up, but with no leads, there wasn't much for them to work with. Linger back in the room though, was Makayla, the deer who'd spoken up for Murphy when Eve grew heated.

Her lips curled up with a kind, gentle smile. "This is shite, huh?"

Murphy shook her head, siddling over to the other woman. "I mean, I don't even know where to go... They didn't teach us how to work a case with no leads and no potential suspects at the academy."

"That they didn't," Makayla laughed, feeling some of the tension dispel. "This feels more like one of Mr. Elridge's mystery books..."

Murphy's face grew grim again. "Yeah, but this isn't some fiction book... this is real lives, real women who I'm meant to be protecting. That's why I worked to get here, why we both did!"

"I know... I know..."

"I mean, 'Kay, what do I do? There's women all over the city afraid to leave home. Women who do are being raped with no evidence, no hope for justice..."

"Murphy, I know, but you're a cop. You're get him. We always have. We always will. Just not yet."

"How many more women have to suffer?"

Makayla sighed, resting a hand on Murph's shoulder with her own, small digits. "I don't know, but I know you'll try to make it none."

"Thanks..."

"What do I tell the big guns though? Later today?" The canine's face was stricken with genuine worry. She knew she'd have to go into that room later and report they'd done nothing in months and thousands of dollars in resources, man hour, and lab work. Nothing had come out of it.

"Tell them we're doing our best-" Makayla's wide eyes were soft and doleful, studying her friend's face, but Murphy gave a long exhale and turned away, not out of anger or disrespect but just faltering belief.

"And that our best just isn't good enough?"

**

"Murphy?" A stern voice wafted out of the ajar office door, beckoning her to come inside. The canine rose for the chair she'd been seated on in a stiff wait and brushed her hands down the thighs of her crisp pants. "Here we go," she muttered under her breath.

She raised her chin, taking a steadying breath before she headed inside to find her station's boss and the regional chief standing behind him at the heavy desk. The elk in charge of the regional police force raised his head as she came in, nodding to her. "Sergeant Murphy,"

"Chief Rawley," she returned before she met her boss's eyes second. His stare was a brilliant yellow against the dark, almost black fur of the bear's pelt. "Adler."

"Should we cut to the chase?" Adler asked, crossing his hands on the top of the desk. Long claws curled out from his short digits while scars cut across several knuckles, leaving them bare of any fur from his on the street beat a lifetime ago.

"How's the case going, Murphy?"

The canine took another breath, hesitating just a moment before she bit the bullet. "Our officers have been putting in the hours and following every lead. The scenes have been scrubbed top to bottom and neighborhood's canvases edge to edge, but the perpetrator of these assaults seems to have extensive skill in evading arrest."

Both the men nodded, silent and inquisitive for now.

Murphy opened her mouth, searching for more words, but she was at a loss for what else to say.

"So, give us a run down on the suspects-"

A beat passed between them in the growingly tense air. "We have none... sir."

"None? You've eliminated them all with this most recent crime?"

Another beat escaped past them before Murphy spoke. "No, sir. We haven't been able to find any viable suspects for the investigation as a whole. There's been no leads towards any identification of a perp. No DNA, physical evidence, witness evidence, or surveillance of anyone at any of the scenes."

"How is that possible?" Adler interjected, leaning sternly over his desk. His face was contorted with confusion. Clearly, he hadn't expected this reveal from his sergeant.

"We aren't sure, sir; but whoever is doing this knows how to clean up."

"Clean up a grungy alley?!"

"I understand your confusion. That's what we've been working against for months, but I know we're going to break it soon."

"After how many more rapes?" The elk demanded, voice hard and commanding. His height towered over the golden retriever, gaze bearing down on her.

His question felt like a physical jab to the loyal cop, but she just set her jaw and met his gaze. "As few as possible, sir. We'll be interviewing the newest victim soon, and my hopes are high that she'll give us something. If not, we'll keep chasing him. This guy has to make a mistake somewhere and with the history of the case, he's probably feeling cocky."

"Who wouldn't feel cocky if he'd been getting off scot-free after raping some two dozen women? He's probably feeling like fucking Superman!"

Murphy's eyes hardened, but she felt desperation fluttering in her chest. "I promise you that we'll catch whoever is doing this. We will."

"Murphy, we can't keep putting resources into a case that's not going anywhere. Do I need to adjust leadership?" Alder voice was soft, all things considered, as he spoke which only made the canine's blood run hotter at the suggestion that she was failing.

"No, sir. I have a relationship with this team. It'd be bad for morale to show them a lack of faith in this team. It's only due to the cleverness of this criminal that he's evaded us for so long, but that'll change."

"You'd better hope it does, Sergeant," Rawley crossed his hands in front of his stomach as he spoke. "All of Chicago is growing fearful. If there's not a major move in this case soon, I'll be forced to take dramatic action to assure them their police force is working to catch this monster."

Murphy nodded, "Very well, sir. I understand."

"I hope you do, Sergeant. I really hope you do."

**

"Unf!"

"Unf!"

"Unf!"

"Dammit!"

Ahazu's eyes flickered side-to-side as he watched from above as the lithe feline worked below. She was the lone member on an otherwise abandoned community softball court. For nearly ten minutes, he'd been staying just out of range from her, watching her throw herself into every punt, playing against a sturdy wall to send back each volley.

In the fading sunlight of coming nightfall, her fur shimmered with a thin sheen of sweat collecting from her workout. Ahazu kept his wings tucked in, trying not to be noticed yet, though even his presence too close would start its work on her.

"Oh, it's good I found this one as close to sunset as possible," he purred to himself. "She's going to last." A little grin played over his lips, revealing the sharp points of his canines as a soft chuckle wafted under his breath. "Well, not her mind... but her body..."

With a fluid motion, Ahazu pushed off the edge of the roof he sat on, letting himself drop with the slight drag of his wings to land on his feet right at the edge of the court. The calico jumped at the sound of his feet hitting the rubbery court cover. "Oh! W-who are you?" she demanded, looking at him with a hand dropping onto her side and one hip jutting out and her breasts still jostling from the motion of her jump. When her cocky stare met his, a red flush started to spread up her jawline.

"Does it matter who I am?" Ahazu drawled, voice low and seductive, though he had no need to try. His eyes were slowly making their way over the woman's body, drinking in the shape of her toned form from her long, bare legs up to the bottom hem of skimpy, chopped off running shorts that clung to a pert bottom.

Her full, round stare started to glossy as she stared at him. Already, on sight, her body responded to him. Those full breasts started to swell with arousal while a flush of pink continued down her chest from the nature pink of her cheeks from the exercise. Her warm body, already loosened up from her running, started to heat even more with the her cunt the center of this growing fire.

"You've been working pretty hard out here, haven't you?" Ahazu drawled to himself mostly, watching as she followed his pacing motions with a frozen stare. Though, she was certainly more willful than Macie had been. The incubus almost wished she'd be more of a challenge, but alas...

Ahazu's eyes slowly made their way over the toned shape of her legs, licking over his lips. "How about you lean against that wall, hmm? Spread those pretty legs wide for me?" His head jerked, nodding to the bounce wall where she'd been practicing.

For a moment, the woman hesitated. Her body didn't rush forward to follow the command as Macie's had, though it was only a second or so before she started to sidle her way towards the smooth, bounce wall. The incubus smirked knowingly, already seeing the blush on her cheeks deepening with the growing power of his aura around her. She'd looked right into is eyes, it was a wonder she wasn't already on her knees on sheer instinct.

Her palms fell solidly against the surface, steadying her before she leaned over so that her butt jutted out behind her in perfect display. Now, her small shorts pulled tight up behind her sex, outlining the plump shape of her lower lips and pulling up the crack of her ass to reveal the soft, fuzzy layer of fur over each cheek. Her hair, cut short to her shoulders, spilled around her cheeks as she bent over and her fluffy tail folded up, staying out of the way of his view.

"Mmm.... Very good... How about you give me a wiggle, huh? Convince me I shouldn't just leave right now-" Ahazu's glowing red eyes were glimmering with mischief and amusement. As much as he lived for the lust of his victims, he liked to think he also had a sense of wonder and humor about it all.

That idea, of him leaving her when her cunt was starting to pulse and drool with need, send a jolt of panic down the feline's body. Her hips instantly started to writhe, tantalizingly moving her hips to send a ripple of motion over her ass. Her hands shifted from the wall, though she stayed bent, and her fingers each grabbed onto the meat of her cheeks and spread them apart, letting the fabric of her shorts crawl to the space between and the smooth, bare fur to show on either side.

"Oh, that's better-" The incubus started to grin, feeling the last rays of sun warming the back of his neck and his bare, naked backside. "It'd be better without those pesky shorts though, huh?" He was smirking, enjoying himself.

On the nearest street, not far from the volleyball courts, he could hear cars driving past but he had no fear of discovery. He strode forward, slowly as the feline peeled her shorts down the curves of her ass. The shorts and panties fell in unison, just rolling into a crumpled strip of discarded fabric onto the court while she worked to get her shirt and sports bra off next, but she could only get the top off before Ahazu was on her. His hands wrapped around the smooth curves of her hips, feeling the firmness of muscles beneath his touch, which only tempted him to grab onto her harder. His hips shuffled closer, letting her feel the girth of his cock rubbing against her thighs as temptation, but he was holding back now, letting the feel of her under his fingertips sate him for a bit longer so he could watch the calico truly lose herself to the wanton lust developing within his aura for this long without relief.

Her body squirmed back against him, moving without thought or intention, just the instinctually knowledge that she needed that girth inside of her. Already, her breathing was ragged, coming in hoarse pulls as she drank in the scent of his musk clinging to the air all around as if that taste would be enough to calm her craving for the incubus.

It didn't.

Instead, every breath only infused her mind further with the desire to be taken, to be stretched open and filled with him. Her fingers gripped harder onto her asscheeks, now bare, and pulled them apart to reveal the sight of her puckered asshole just between and her drooling, fleshy lips beneath. Drops of glimmering wetness were escaping onto the court beneath, starting to puddle that would surely develop.

The sun, just dipping in the horizon, cast a conjoined shadow as Ahazu siddled another step closer and dragged the flared tip of his cock up her drooling cunt and, with a fluid move, rammed himself to the hilt inside her.

"Oooh!" A feline yowl broke into the air as she pushed back onto him. Her hands surrendered their post and returned to steadying her on the wall, just in time for him to thrust himself firmly forward. His hips met hers with an echoing slap that radiated through the open space of the court before returning.

"What do you want, kitten?" Ahazu huffed down into her ear, grinding himself into her so he could feel as her walls spasmed around his thickness, trying to adjust to fit him inside her.

"Anything-" she mewled back, voice weak with the heaviness of arousal. "Anything you'll give me."

Ahazu grinned, "How about everything?"

**

"Murphy?! We've got another report!"

"Walk and talk, I need some coffee."

**

"Miss, how do you do?"

For a long beat, the female did not look up at the sound of the voice over her head. Instead, her oversized glasses stayed dipped down on her nose to block out the nonexistent sun. She was leaned back on a cushy lounge chair with her long legs draped out in front of her, slick with oils as she basked in the sun. Her fur, a soft bronzed hue of tan, seemed to glow after a lazy afternoon spent in this exact position.

A little cough escaped the waiter's throat as he looked nervously down at the patron's perky breasts in her skimpy black bikini top, already untied and escaping more and more down her chest as the seconds ticked past.

Rather than respond, the girl jst raised one hand with a glass of melting ice cubes and shook it with a clatter of the frozen squares. "Mojito, extra mint and three ice cubes-" Her fingers were curled around the sweating glass, displaying long slender fingers that were utterly unmarred by a day of work while her long, silken red hair showed the results of lots and lots of work, work done to it, that is to maintain its luxurious sheen.

The waiter took the glass, casting a long look at the toned, slender abs of the lounging girl before he spoke again. "Actually, uh..." He gave a small cough, trying to sound official though he could only have been about fourteen. "We're actually closing Miss-"

"Aubergine, Miss Aubergine," she interrupted, still not looking at him. "There's still at least another half and hour of sun, just leave the keys when you leave-"

The waiter lingered, looking unsure. His fingers fidgeted on the glass, smearing the lines of condensation. "Uhm..."

"Shall I call my father? Or..."

"No. No. Of course not, Miss Aubergine. We'll leave the keys on the reception desk-"

"As usual."

From his post nearby, leaning back in the glow of the sun himself, though behind the cover of the overdone scaffolding on the roof's edges, Ahazu smirked to himself. "This one should be such fun...."

The incubus slipped off the roof the moment he heard the waiter close the door of the club's main building behind him. Instinct and experience told him that young boy would not be tangling with this young woman again any time soon, he'd be getting out of here and onto his free evening.

With her attention clearly hard to grasp, Ahazu walked with slow, idle enjoyment towards her while his eyes took in the scene. The sun was still clinging to the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the entire slab of marble the pool seemed to be cut from.

With his bare skin warmed from the sun, Ahazu gave himself the luxury of slipping into the chilled pool to reach the girl, rather than walk all the way across. He paddled towards her with lazy slowness as his eyes explored her long, slender legs. She was golden from top to bottom. Her dainty hooves were utterly glossy, almost more like a doll than a living fur. Her hair spilled down her shoulders to the middle of her stomach with rich red color and luxurious length.

"Miss Aubergine, you're so snotty..." Ahazu whispered, filling her mind faintly with the sound of his chocolatey voice, but the girl didn't appear to even notice. Her form didn't move.

"Don't ignore me, girl. You're not so high and mighty when it comes to something more primal than money-"

"Nothing is more powerful than money-" she retorted back, moving nothing but her smooth lips to speak. Her sunglasses still hadn't moved up to let her look around. Whether she realized he was speaking into her mind or thought he was another pesky waiter, he really couldn't tell. She just didn't care.

"There is something distinctly more powerful than money, foolish girl. It's lust... Lust can make anyone give into you. You'd know, wouldn't you? It's a double pronged trident ye yield, girl, hmm? Daddy's power and Mommy's body?" He pulled himself smoothly up from the pool, letting his deep, red skin glimmer with dripping water as he moved towards her, stalking forward. By now, he could see her body starting to respond to him. Her breasts swelled with the telltale signs of arousal, but she still seemed disinterested, as though she'd trained herself to block the urge to flitter to attractive beings, a useful skill.

He grinned, flashing his fangs at her disinterested self.

"Miss Aubergine, or shall we just cut to Lily?"

A brow twitched out of the shield of her sunglasses, confused. No one knew her name. She never told anyone. Miss Aubergine was her demand, but surely her father had murmured it. With a bored sigh, she continued ignoring him.

Ahazu relished this slight challenge, even if it was really nothing it he set himself on her to really try. His last few romps had been so willing it'd almost felt... boring.

"Lily, yes... Lily of the Valley, that's what your mother left you... a hippie name before she fled to find herself. What a lazy, lazy mother... leaving her girl all alone with a nurse and a businessman who couldn't care less..." He gave a sigh of false sympathy. "At least she gave you her body right? The body of a beauty queen?" He strode closer, skimming a single nail up the curve of her leg, she twitched at his touch and flicked her glasses down. "Hey! Who said you cou-" As her eyes fell onto him, really saw him, the words froze in her mouth half-formed. Her plump bottom lip jutted out slightly as her gaze fell on the chiseled form of his abdomen and the thick, pulsing girth of his cock, already exposed and ready for her.

"What are you?" she asked, raising a manicured brow on her forehead while she adjusted to sit up and lean back in her seat. Ahazu could see his effect on her, a flush on her chest and the slight squirm of her butt as she adjusted back, trying to get a slight bit of relief from the growing pressure between her legs, but she was ignoring it.

"Impressive," he purred, rolling his voice in the back of his throat as he sat onto the bottom end of her chair, meeting her warm hazel eyes with his glowing red ones. "You're a bold one, aren't you? Used to be rebellious before you found it was better to be pampered?"

She smirked slightly, showing a flash of her smile beneath the sarcasm. "That doesn't tell me what you are."

As resistant as she was, she wasn't scared. Ahazu knew his charms were working enough to keep her calm, at least, calm enough not to go running away. Though, her flushing cheeks were not befitting with the definition of 'calm.'

"I'm an incubus-" he told her, matter-of-factly, enjoying the way her eyes were straying from his eyes down to the lean shape of his legs and the jutting tip of his shaft above them. He could see saliva gathering in her mouth and practically feel her resistance.

"Oh, how delicious it is, watching you try and resist your urges, Lily of the Valley-" He let a fingertip find the smooth surface of her knee, starting to curl and trace over the supple, velvet fur that coated her body. She shivered with the touch of his sharp nail tracing and tracking through her fur. "I can feel how hot you're getting... That flush on your neck is only a sample of the heat rushing through your body, isn't it? Most of it is between those thighs.... I know precisely how wet you must feel in that thin little bathing suit.... It's soaking through already, isn't it?" His fingertips continued to glide upwards, tracing through the thin layer of fur on her toned thighs up towards the mound of her sex beneath the thin layer of her black swimsuit bottoms, but he stopped before he reached that triangular realm of her crotch.

Then, he retreated with a slow grin spreading over his face. His long hair caught the fading light with a soft sheen as he leaned in closer to the reclining girl, whispering aloud now. "Still feeling that rebellious streak, Miss Lily?"

When she didn't respond, he shifted back to coo into her mind directly. "Wouldn't you just like some relief? To feel this thick cock spreading your insides just up to the point of ripping?"

Once more, his words came out verbally, forcing her to constantly hear him around her and inside her head at varying depths and volumes like a whirlwind of his crooning, smooth voice. "I can give you what you need, Lily. I can take away all the pressure of being perfect and rich and unattainable. I can attain you, break you down into something easier, something simpler, carnal. Would it be nice to be free of all the pesky thoughts of society? Rules? Wouldn't it be nice to be naked? Fucked raw on a lounge chair, pounded on the edge of the pool? Wouldn't it be easier to gag around a cock than keep worrying about sucking your gut in while sunbathing? To lose yourself in a task as simple as holding your lips tight and swallowing every drop?"

Her bottom lip jutted out slightly, her teeth tugging on the soft skin as her eyes locked onto his, still and unwavering. He could see a shining droplet of sweat forming along her hairline as she struggled to compete with the rush of arousal in her body, tempting her.

Ahazu's body was buzzing with the thrill of this stare down. This was so delicious, not so much the hunt but the moment when the prey is throwing themselves onto you, the trip of the gazelle in front of the lion, their own fault thrusting them to their predator's jaws. The most delectable single moment in the chase. Just before sating themselves, before the sigh of the capture.

The incubus spread his wings, letting the shape cast a shadow over the girl as he leaned closer to her, flicking his tongue to lick down the side of her cheek towards her mouth only to see her lips part with silent consent, but that wasn't enough.

Ahazu shifted back, leaning fully back to an upright position. "Well, Lily of the Valley, perhaps you've won this. You've resisted me, and I'm best off spending my night finding another target. It shouldn't be too hard after all in this neighborhood all these pent up housewi-" Before he could finish his sentence, the girl's supple mouth had bobbed down onto his cock, swallowing the first several inches in a single plunge forward.

The sudden heat of her mouth surrounded him in stark contrast to the cooling night. Her lips squeezed down on him as her tongue started to lick and slurp with fervent greed. Ahazu just smirked, showing his pointed teeth as his hand slowly cupped around the back of her head. "Oh... what a surprise," he drawled with heavy sarcasm, "another woman breaks to my whims..."

He shifted his hips back, sliding his body out into a more lazy, comfortable position as the equine continued to work her long muzzle over his length, swallowing him down with every gulp. Already, the incubus was eager to sink himself into her snatch and feel that young cunt grab onto him, but he relished in knowing this was exactly what the girl wanted, what was consuming her thoughts as he spoke. He loved knowing she'd broken from her own lust.

He leaned back and let the gazelle feed herself to the lion while he watched, admiring how her silken hair shown in the coming moonlight.

**

"Murphy?"

"Don't tell me."

"..."

"Not literally! Fucking tell me!"

"There's been another- It was the Aubergine girl-"

"Motherfuc-"

**

"We're closed!" The chime of the bell above the door still echoed when the harsh shout came back from somewhere in the kitchen behind the long diner counter. Ahazu strode forward nonetheless, peering around the brightly lit late-night diner.

Already night had fallen into the deep black of evening, well past sunrise. He'd found himself occupied too much in his lounging of the day to hit the pavement for his evening hunt early. Besides, he longed for the challenge of a time constraint.

He walked into the diner bursting with pent up need and pulsing with confidence. His nude body seemed especially red in the bright white of the stark diner, wiped down for the closing procedures. His feet felt cool on the mopped tiles while his wing tips brushed to the ceiling squares above.

"I said we're closed!" The booming voice came again, echoing out from somewhere close and metallic. Ahazu grinned, recognizing the feminine scent in the air, though he didn't know what waited. He'd simply seen the shape of curves through the windows as she cleaned and proceeded in, relishing his night's playtime.

Already, he could smell her musk in the air. The smell of her sweat and her form filled up the small space of the casual, almost dive-ish restaurant. He drank it in, tasting it before his own smell began to intermingle with it, spreading out into her nose.

Wendy, manager of the Mickey's Diner downtown, groaned as she heard the distinct sound of silence from the front. "Why can't people understand closed means closed?" she muttered to herself, turning from her task of dishes to walk towards the front through the tight kitchen space squashed in the back of the restaurant's building. Her hips bumped into the counters with each step, forcing her to twist and turn to maneuver her full, womanly form through until she emerged, framed by the slim doorway that seperated the kitchen from the counter space.

Ahazu smiled as he saw her, an older bovine with full, wide hips and spilling breasts beneath a shabby diner uniform. Her apron was loosened, but still strung around her hips. Small, nubbed horns poked out from the top of her tied up hair while speckles of black dotted her exposed white fur down both arms and legs.

At the sight of him, the woman barely even spoke. She just gave a small whine low in the back of her throat while the tinge of need started to spread through the air, rich and pungent. Ahazu teeth flashed before he smacked the counter, "Up, present yourself."

The cow shifted, throwing herself over the countertop and yanked at her skirt as she did, leaving her ass perfectly accessible while her breasts spilled over the side towards Ahazu, still on the customer side of the service counter.

His tail flickered, dancing and bobbing with excitement, though tonight he wasted no time with games. His mark submitted and he dove in with a hearty slap against one of her full breasts, making it sway and bob into the other within the confines of her dress.

"I said present yourself! I cannot see you! Off with this frock!" he commanded, voice booming through the small space and echoing off. The bovine writhed, twisting herself as she peaked away the offending layers without even rising up from her bent over position. The fabric tore and twisted off, but she freed her spilling breasts and left only a slice of the fabric clinging around her waist, stuck against the counter and her body.

"Now that's better," Ahazu crooned, cupping one of her dangling breasts and kneading the soft flesh up towards her body with increasing roughness. Both hands rose, each taking hold of the spilling mass of one tip and mashing it upwards, relishing in the fall of them back when he released them to the pull of gravity.

His fingertips grabbed, tweaking on the full, pronounced nipples of her rosy chest half expecting a spurt of milk from the fertile cow, but nothing came but a squeal from her open lips. Ahazu leapt, throwing himself over the counter with a flawless motion before his cow started to rub and grind to her soft thigh, dangling against the counter. Tonight, he wasted no time in grabbing onto the soft meat of her ass and thrusting himself into her sex, already starting to drip with her multiplying need.

A low, braying moan left her mouth, filling up the small space with an echoing soundtrack that continued to repeat with every hard, rocking thrust he pounded forward into her. He held onto her ass, using it like a handle to guide himself forward for every rocking thrust. As his chest puffed up, hand raising as he continued to smack himself into her, he caught his reflection in the black darkness in the windows, capturing the woman's helpless form and her breasts rippling over the counter and his own shape fucking her from behind.

He sneered, grinning at his own reflection with a rush of power that had the cow mewling with intensifying need. His cock pierced into her, stretching her and rubbing against every spasming inch of her inner walls with reckless speed. Tonight wasn't for seduction, it was for fucking.

His hands were already turning the skin of her hips white with the intensity of his hold while the fabric of her apron and dress, tangled on her hips, were tugging and ripping against the edge of the counter wearing against them.

"Someone might see you, one of your regulars, hoping for a late night snack. See you bent over the counter like a fucking slut," Ahazu growled, hissing out his words in a low, rough tone as he continued, unrelenting with his pounding motions. "They might be looking right now through the black glass, seeing you, recording you, sharing it out. They might be laughing at you or hoping they can get a turn... that they didn't know this diner was so full service. They'd have shoved their cock into you sooner if they knew all they had to do was order the beef-"

She moaned, not even responding to his words though her cheeks were burning with pink, Ahazu smirked to himself and continued.

**

"Uh, boss? We found an interesting video..."

"What's that say? Local diner becomes internet porn sensation when manager found moaning and drooling with cum on the counter for the breakfast rush?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! THIS ISN'T WORK APPR-"

"No, boss! I-it's not porn. It's real. It's another attack. She was found this way and it's going around the city... It's actually gone viral across the country-"

"Was the perp caught in the video?"

"No. He was clearly long gone by then, she just hadn't moved for probably hours, according to the officer on the scene,"

"Bloody Hell-"

**

"Taxi! Taxi!" The girl flung her arm overhead, wobbling a bit on her towering heels even from the minimal movement, but the fox steadied herself quickly as the yellow car pulled over for her. Her leg thrust right out into the street as she hailed it over, a sort of confidence in the action that suggested she relied often on the antiquated option.

She took a moment to shimmy down the hem of her glimmering red cocktail dress that continued to rise up on her thighs before she yanked open the door. Even still, her ass seemed to be poking out from beneath its hem by just a few centimeters while her breasts threatened to pop up from the strapless top line of the dress. The tubular item really offered minimal support on both ends and hugged her slight hourglass form in the middle, leaving nothing unexposed, merely finally packaged. With the firm yank of the handle, her short black hair shook against her ears, rattling the dangling earrings that hung from six different piercings. Long, tall boots rose up to the bottoms of her thighs in a dark, patent leather than was in stark contrast to her bright fur while her dress was the opposite, clashing brightly.

"So, not taking Uber like all the other girls?" The voice up front crooned, smooth as a hot chocolate. Ahazu peeked back in the mirror, seeing the brilliant red fur of the fox against the bright red of her dress while his bright red eyes flickered with a tingle of excitement, "Ah, a daring one-" he thought to himself, smiling with a sharp point of his fangs. His tail flickered against his ankle, bare even against the leather of the carbody felt a bit cramped inside the boxy shape of the old vehicle. The horns atop his head pressed hard into the fuzzed top of the cab he'd borrowed from the older woman driving it, she'd been plenty happy to leave him to the car after a solid hour of pounding her atop the dumpster by her garage. The wheel felt strange beneath his long fingers, but he wouldn't need to drive far, so he was sure he could handle the job.

Roxy smiled to herself, yanking the door shut with a hard slam and leaning back into the worn leather seat. Her skirt rolled right back up, showing the bottom of her lace thong, but she left it this time. She ran a hand up to comb her fingers roughly through the thick hair atop her head. "Eh, Uber's full of all the college kids, I prefer to stay traditional in my drunk rides home-"

"I can understand that-" Ahazu crooned back, smiling to himself as his nose tweaked at the rising scent of the girl in the car. Already the musk cloud of pungent need was spreading in such a tight space. He breathed her in, practically tasting her cunt on his tongue from the precision of her smell in the air. "Where are we headed?"

She told him, with a soft hiccup in her voice, though she really hadn't drank that much tonight. The DJ had been off and the men had been too young, she ditched out early. Still only an hour from sunset, she'd barely started the night before ditching out. But, her head still had the foggy buzz of alcohol, or so she thought. Her cheeks started to warm with a faint flush while she felt a familiar pang low in her stomach as her sex started to swell. "Ah, that dang champagne always makes me so horny-" she muttered to herself, ignoring the barrier between herself and the cab driver now as she settled into what she expected to be a silent ride home, but he spoke again.

"If you're so horny, I can just pull off here. There's a nice highway median to support that little ass of yours while I pound into your dripping cunt-"

She nodded, eyes getting glassy as she pressed her thighs together, struggling to repress the rising urge to finger her sloppy, oozing sex before she could even open the door to follow the strange man out. "Yeah, yeah that sounds al'right-"

**

"There's been another one, Murph' A cab driver- And... uh... there's another thing... He's probably struck twice tonight based on this-"

"NO ONE SAW HIM ON A HIGHWAY? A HIGHWAY?"

**

"OOooh! Oooo!" Frothy, desperate moans were burbling out of the girl's mouth, seemingly without pauses for her to catch her breath. Beneath her spasming hips, Ahazu just leaned back into the smooth concrete of the parking garage, letting her form bounce over him.

With every motion, her tight pussy squeezed down on his throbbing length, massaging him without him needed to do a thing. Plus, he got to look up and watch the spectacle of it all above him. Her small breasts bounced and quaked on her chest with every motion while her pink nipples poked out from them in the dim lights of the old garage overheads. Her long white ears, filled in with the pink of their inner workings bobbed atop her head with every bouncing motion atop his hips that she made seemingly without the need to rest. Her thighs were tight with muscle and they worked alongside his thighs, dropping herself in a squat down onto his cock, piercing her leaking cunt over and over again while her mouth hung open, wailing with delight.

Ahazu's red-tinged skin of his crotch was already glimmering with her previous orgasms until it seemed almost pink from the sheen of her milky, faintly white cum atop his flesh. Her nails had scraped lines in the concrete along his body as they curled, seemingly unaware of the damage to her slender nails as she did so. Her shoes were already kicked off, little casual flip flops skidded out into the main drive of the garage lanes.

No one else was out by now, not in this mall parking lot where Ahazu had stumbled onto the perfect mark while making his way across the top level for a good vantage point to pick someone, she'd been striding back to her car wearing a little prim button up shirt that hung long to her thighs, tied up with a little belt and flip-flops to protect her fresh pedicure, still drying then and by now totally smeared with bright orange onto the pavement beneath them.

Her small body slammed down on him again, letting out an echoing slap as Ahazu let out a long groan of delight, feeling her start to spasm and shake with another orgasm. "Bloody-" he hissed, voice lilting as the girl shook atop him, momentarily hesitating in her motions, though the incubus had his hands locked onto her slender hips ready to grab on and begin thrusting rapidly upwards when she did, continuing the slamming motion of his cock up into her sex.

"OoooooOoooooOooo-" She wailed with a sort of tribal cry of pleasure as he sex locked onto him like a vice, to which he only fucked her harder, forcing those walls to stretch apart for him to dig deeper into her until her fading orgasm began to soften and then, her hips started their bouncing atop him once more.

"S-she's endless..." Ahazu thought, giving a little hiss of delight from the wetness of her smearing on him. He was already a sloppy mess under her writhing, working form, but he just spread out his wings with a sight of enjoyment and relaxed under her to let her do the work again. Every drop, powered by gravity, slammed his tip up to her cervix with a spurt of his own pre-cum. Then, she'd pull right back up, dragging him along every ridge and bump of her walls.

Ahazu's eyes tipped up, watching the jostling of her body entirely stripped and naked except for her belt which had somehow been left on, tight beneath her breasts. Her head rolled back, bobbling half forgotten as she focused on the motions of the rest of her body. The incubus shifted his fingers, moving his grasp from her hips to her ass, grabbing onto the tight shape with a kneading squeeze.

Already, he could feel her rising towards another finish. Her walls were tightening, squeezing with the prelude to a spasming orgasm while his own hand swapped over to press the nub of his thumb to her clit, letting her bump herself into it over and over. Rarely did he focus himself onto the female pleasure, he never had to, but he was doing so little he almost relished the test to her fortitude of body. He set his finger to the button of her clit and kept the pressure, flickering it on and off as she bounced up and down against the pressure of his touch while his other hand grabbed and squeezed her ass, only releasing it when he smacked a firm spanking against the supple flesh.

Within minutes, she squealed against, howling into the air with another orgasm as Ahazu, with rising impatience, grabbed the belt on her ribs and rolled her over with it like a handle, pushing her back into the cold ground and continuing his pounding motions right into the tight squeeze of her spasming orgasming cunt.

She just squealed out an echoing moan and then began bucking her hips back up to meet him, deepening the clapping noise between their bodies with each and every thrust as she poured her efforts into driving his tip deeper into her sex while her nails clung to his back, grabbing for the base of his wings to hold herself deeper onto him.

Ahazu held the belt on her waist, letting it balance her up slightly off the ground as he slammed into her, only keeping her head from smacking on the pavement with the slight, hovering rise of her body from the balance of him pulling on the forgotten garment. Her head bobbed wildly, forehead snapping forward with every retreat from her sex, but nothing but joyful mewling squeals left her lips, high pitched enough to shriek in the air when they echoed back.

"H-harder. Harder. Fuck. Fuck me harder," she hiccuped out, voice broken with the ragged, shallow breathing escaping her lips, but her hips supported her pleas, kissing up to his with a desperate, unwavering energy towards relief.

"S-she is full of energy..." Ahazu growled, pushing his hips into hers harder and trying to speed up his motions, though he struggled to physically slam himself into her any more with the sheer lubrication of her leaking, dribbling cunt.

"I-I get it now," Ahazu snickered, voice half slurred with the distraction of sex as he looked down at the bunny girl practically foaming at the mouth with her burbles of pleasure and pleas for more. Her ears continued to flop forward and back with every motion, flopping into her face and half obscuring her lidded eyes. "I get it! I get the battery thing!"

**

"What am I going to do?" The golden-furred cop let out a long sigh as her hand found the remote for the aged television in the corner of the conference room amidst the discarded to-go coffee cups that littered the cluttered table in the center of the room, with a flick of the mute button, her ears tweaked towards to hear the current report while her eyes, underlined by dark, shadowy bags, focused in on the prim, tailored looking woman speaking for the midnight report.

"We've just received confirmed now that another woman has been found raped. This report is coming out of the South side of Chicago, though we have no details yet on who the victim was. What we do know is that this perpetrator has been plaguing our city for months now and there's been no progress made to stopping him. If the cops have any leads, it sure isn't showing in this case currently."

She let out a heavy breath, letting the volume fading back out of the television as the reporter continued to babble, retracing the previous attacks until her reporters could feed her more current information.

"Every broadcast looks the same... Every night, nothing is changing. We've got no leads, we've got no changes. Half these girls are saying they consented despite having no memories! The other half are just utterly useless with any details. I mean... How do we go about this? Is it me? Am I failing?" Her fingers rubbed up into her short blonde hair, pushing it up away from her head before she tilted her eyes up towards the ceiling, though they didn't really look at the stained ceiling tiles, but to something beyond that she believed was there.

"What do I do?"

She rose from her seat, giving a nod. "I guess that tells me what to do. I need to go and talk, go to the church-" A small, weak smile rose to her lips, because at least she knew this action was possible. The church was a mere few blocks away and she knew someone there who would be waiting with open arms for the tired, downtrodden cop no matter the hour of the night.

"I know exactly what I'll do..."

Without another thought, Murphy swept the coffee cups on the table up into her arms and dumped them into the trash by the door as she headed out, snagging her gun from her desk and holstering it before she walked out into the night towards the nearby, city church.

"Amelia?" Murphy pushed open the heavy doors to the church, which were never locked, as she slowly eased into the open space in the back of the pews. Long, wooden benches stretched out from the center aisle towards the wall on either side of the room leading up the pulpit which was illuminated by flickering, yellow candles. In the soft light of a single lamp towards the side of the altar up front, a round-faced sheep rose with a warm, familiar smile at the canine's appearance.

"Is that my famous sergeant of the Chicago force, Murphy, P.D?" The woman rose, the outline of her habit spilling down around her face as she walked towards her friend. Her long, black robe shuffled against the ground as she walked down the aisle, rushing to embrace the young cop. "It's been much too long since I've seen you here-"

"Oh Amelia..." Murphy let out a long sigh, letting herself relax for a moment in the hold of the comforting nun. The soft fabric of the habit tickled against her fur as she pulled back, meeting the warm eyes of the sheep rimmed with small lines of age and soft, gray tufts of fluff just forming in faint strands that escaped the white surrounding her face.

"I just don't know what to do anymore, I thought... I know to come here?" Murphy let herself relax for a moment, letting the constant hold of her self control and toughness falter for a moment in the comfort of an old mentor and the familiar church. Her fingers fidgeted with her cross pendant, brushing over its shape through her buttoned up uniform.

"I think though, the answer I'll give you is already in your heart, sweet Murphy," the woman guided her up, finding them a pew to sit side by side. "You know that He is watching over you and guiding you. Perhaps this struggle is one that you must face to find success, right?"

Murphy nodded, though she hesitated to appear convinced.

"Do you trust in the Lord to protect his children?"

"Yes, but-"

"Ah ah ah-" The sheep held up a slender finger, letting her long sleeves flutter down slightly from the raise of her hand. A warm smile held her lips and she raised a brow. "Do you trust in the Lord?"

Murphy nodded, sighing softly with a little smile appearing on her lips. "I do. I do."

"Then, you must realize that not everything is apparent yet, and that's okay. Just trust and press on in your actions, let those actions be guided by Him and you know he will lead you through. Have faith, Murphy. Never let your faith falter in the face of hardships for that is when you need it most."

Murphy bent her head, breathing in a long soothing breath, as though she was drinking in this moment of renewed confidence. "You are right, sister. I... I let myself be discouraged from failure, but... I should know better."

"He knows what's he's doing, He knows even when you do not."

"I just wish He would tell me."

"Just press on and you'll know eventually," Amelia assured her, gently touching her shoulder. "Now go, rest. You must nurture yourself to be able to protect your city, yes?"

"Yes, yes. You're right." Murphy rose, momentarily staring at the altar up front and crossing herself with a brief, silent prayer. "Thank you, sister."

"And may the Lord bless you in your mission," Amelia countered, smiling softly.

Murphy nodded, giving a last touch to the familiar woman's wrist before she turned towards the door and slipped back into the night's air. No sooner had she taken a step off the large, stone steps in front of the church before a loud cry burst out from the door's of the church.

"Amelia!?" Murphy instantly felt the fur on the back of her neck rise up as her hand yanked her gun out from its holster, but she slowed, not letting herself rush in just at the pang of her friend's cry. She needed caution.

She dropped into a steadied walk, slowly pressing open one of the doors and letting herself just slip in through the parting of the full wood panels before she rush quickly over out of the main aisle that ran right down the center of the whole building.

Behind a pew, she dropped into a crouch and only then did she let herself peer down towards the altar where she'd heard Amelia's voice from. With her cheeks pressed flush to the wood of the pew, she peered out around it down the length of the aisle, where she saw Amelia facing someone with her body frozen in the moment of discovery.

Or rather something.

The incubus stood in front of Amelia in his full, nude glory as usual. His pale, reddish skin was bright and demonic in the flickering cast of the candlelight from the pew while his wings were fully raised and partially spread, only increasing his tall height. His twisted horns protruded up form his head, making him only look more like the devil himself standing in front of the purity of the nun. The shadow he cast danced from the moving flames of the candles and seemed even more wicked than his true form, free of any buffering loincloth or clothing to hide any of the tensed muscles or his more sexual organs.

Amelia's mouth hung open while her eyes were wide as a deer caught in headlights. She'd frozen, dropping her small book from her hands onto the floor when she'd laid eyes upon the sight of the incubus. No sound left her lips, but the hung open in the locked state of shock. Though her fingers were half hidden by the spilling length of her habit's sleeves, they were still extended slightly towards her belongings on the ground. She looked up at his gleaming red eyes that held onto her own, bright blue gaze. Already, a fang-tinged smirk spread over his face at that of the nun's surprise, captured in the frame of her habit around her full, rounded cheeks. Just beneath her stare, his bare cock jutted up into the air, already half hard at what lay ahead for him as the sheep's cheeks warm with a slight pink flush already after mere moments of looking at him.

"What the hell?" Murphy thought her own eyes going wide, though she didn't dare make a sound. "Wings? Horns?" She squinted at the flickering shape of his tail whisking across the floor behind him with a lazy pace. "A tail? What is this thing? What is happening?"

Nothing in all her years as a cop had looked like this. She's seen weirdos dressed up as all sorts of things whether for pranks or terror, but this even from her distance was clearly no special effects, his skin was too smooth to have been painted that shade of red and the growth of the layered fur above his ankles faded so seamlessly into the skin, it couldn't be pasted there. The horns melded perfectly into the long, silken hair that ran down either side of his angular, though half hidden face. All together, too many details were present, too much to be manufactured from a costume shop.

For a moment, she considered if this wasn't a nightmare, formed up by her own mind by the stress of the job after she made it home, but she knew that wasn't the case. Strange as this was, it was happening and she was a cop.

She smoothly pulled back into her hiding place behind the pew, knowing that this final back row wasn't the most concealed. So, she shuffled towards the left wall, sliding up till she could cross into the next pew, climbing onto it so her feet did not show beneath while she leaned across its length and peered at an angle over the armrest. Then, she had nothing showing of her presence beneath the pews and nothing showing over top. She'd only be spotted from either end of this pew.

She clutched her gun at her chest, arms in the ready stance with her finger resting outside of the trigger with a frozen readiness. Even just one pew closer, she felt something radiating off from the incubus's form, though she had no context to understand the flush of her cheeks from being so near to him and laying her eyes on him from the distance. Though she didn't place it, her nether regions seemed to flicker with activity, which she thought only as butterflies in her stomach, misplaced a bit too low. She didn't know-- not yet of the aura of the incubus.

She took a longer breath in, "I have to stay calm and cool, training... training..." She silently calmed herself, falling into the trained response from her academy years to manage stress, though her cheeks were still dotted with warm pink that spread down onto her chest while she watched from her hiding place as the nun stared down the incubus.

"W-what are you doing here?" Amelia demanded, voice wavering but confident as she spoke, closing her jaws now and raising her chin towards the incubus. Her habit framed around her face and within it her bright eyes were fiery with resistance.

Ahazu just grinned, "Too general, dear Amelia. Do you mean... what am I doing here in the mortal realm? Here in Chicago? Here in your church?" A soft, throaty laugh left his lips and echoed out through the church. "Though, I suppose the response to all of those is the same... for a bit of fun."

The nun tightened her jaw, a hard look that rarely crossed the otherwise soft, gentle sheep in her day to day life working in the church. She set her lips together in a thin line so that her full, plump mouth looked hard and firm in a single, straight line, trying to look cool and collected even though her knees wobbled beneath the curtain of her full robe. Her eyes flashed brightly, meeting Ahazu's red stare. "Why come to my church?"

The incubus raised a hand to his heart, pressing two long nails against the bare, red skin there as he feigned insult at her comment. "Amelia! I'm hurt, can't I visit an old lover?" He sneered down at her with the sharp teeth of his jaws peeking out and his eyebrows raised devilishly. The flash of his teeth sent a small shiver down the nun's spine, but she ignored it and hardened her stare.

From her hiding place, Murphy's eyes went wide at the idea of her old friend ever having relations with that.... Thing! "She couldn't have!" Though, as she thought more, she realized that something must have driven the woman to the church, as being a nun hadn't always been her plan. She muffled her surprise, but the hairs on the back of her neck were standing tall.

"We were never lovers," Amelia stated, though her voice was low and hard as she spoke. She ducked her chin for a moment towards the ground no longer wanting to risk looking right at the incubus, letting her soft curls fall out and hide her face even more than her traditional wear already did.

Ahazu raised a slender brow, starting to walk in an idle circle around the girl with his full, nude body on display . His toned legs tightened with each step, showing the definition in the muscles while his tail flickered behind, as though counting off some internal beat. "Forgive me, if my memory falters as it's been so long, but didn't you beg for me to take you, Sister Amelia-" His voice caught on "sister" sneering out the word with inherent mockery. "Nice touch, the new title, by the way, it's quite seductive."

Amelia's eyes flashed with passion. "I did not-"

"Uh uh uh..." The incubus cut her off with a little dance of his fingertip and a stare down at her. His tail gave a little flicker behind him with amusement as the sheep fell silent in response.

"I can remember it perfectly. I can even see the image in my mind..." Ahazu breathed in a long breath as though sampling the aroma of freshly baking bread. "You were younger then, softer... but still so modest. You had on a little brown dress, almost a box the way it hid your figure but I saw through the veil to the woman beneath, begging for release. At first, you were so shy.... But it wasn't long before you lifted that skirt high, little cross necklace dangling between your breasts and begged for me to touch. Shall I remind you?" He flashed his sharp grin, eyeing the woman's form beneath the barrier of her long robes. They hid most of her curves and shape, but her bosom was caught in the fabric, showing the swell of her full breasts.

"T-that... you," Amelia struggled to find words. Her jaw still set hard, teeth grinding to one another as she tried to keep her eyes on the aged flooring and off of the nude form of the incubus circling her. Even the small bit of him that she caught as he did walk around, the textured furred area of his ankles leading up into his calf, was already drawing her eyes. "You corrupted me. I was not myself."

Ahazu clicked his teeth with admonishing disappointment. "Amelia... Amelia... You've got it all backwards, you're not yourself now."

He stepped closer, not touching her, but close enough that she could feel the form of him behind her, the shape of him like a ghost just stopped short from pressing up to her backside. The closeness made her breath hitch in her throat, though she tried to steady each breath to mask his effect. Ahazu looked down at her from above, noticing how her breasts trembled with her shaking breath and smirked to himself.

"All this pretending, this restricting... aren't you bored yet of playing the part of the innocent religious girl, all pent up and waiting for some release of death so you can go off and enjoy yourself finally? Why wait, Amelia?"

He leaned in, so his breath tickled against the fabric of her headpiece right over where her ear hid inside, "Remember that wonderful sin? Remember how it felt to lose control? To just... give in? It was lovely. It haunts you... Dreaming of it? Remembering how it felt to be stretched out wide only to never have another cock inside you again? Amelia, how you must be struggling."

He pulled back from her, starting to circle around to her front so he could be seen from out from her veil. "You see, I missed you like you missed me, Amelia-" He was grinning like a boy taunting the runt of the pack, teeth flashing from out his lips while his body buzzed with excitement. Weeks in Chicago with a line of mindless woman all crumbling to him while he walked up had left him bored, but this dedicated, religious soul was such a treat. To watch her struggle with the conflict inside her was a luxury to the incubus, he relished it.

Carefully, purposefully, he didn't command her. He'd hate to trigger his lingering effect on her and end their encounter all to quickly. He loved this struggle of hers, wanting to fight her own urges for him. He bit at his lip, grinning almost with glee.

"Amelia... truly, I want to pick back up where we left off-" He paused and glanced around, sweeping his eyes in a long circle over the space of the church in a motion that sent Murphy ducking back behind the pew's arm so quickly she left a smear from her wet nose on the wood: "Ack!"

But, he wasn't seeing her at all, rather he was scoping the many places he could have this lovely bovidae. "Though now we have the benefit of this truly erotic locale. So much better than that drab little dormitory you held in school. It was so simple and plain, but this..." His chest puffed with excitement. "Oh this is truly pornographic in its irony... it's ripe with sin."

Amelia tried to ignore him. As he spoke, she bent her chin close to her chest so tightly that the fabric of her tunic shuffled to that of her veil while her lips moved in a near silent stream of prayer, pleading with her Lord for the strength to withstand against this temptation.

"Forgive me father for I wish to sin, I plead for forgiveness and strength to withstand the temptation that the devil hurls at me now."

"Foolish Amelia... He can't help you withstand me, not when you want me," Ahazu smirked and stopped his pacing right in front of the nun. He stood still, just looking her over with his full body on display, tempting. His red skin glowed a rich, dark hue in the flickering light of the chapel's candles while his leathery wings were pulled back, tucked in behind him to lessen his devilish appearance, just a bit. His horns still stood proudly out from his long, silken hair that ran down and kissed the skin of his chest well past his shoulders.

Utterly nude, his body ran with smooth muscle. A sort of toned design sculpted out his arms and legs while his cock jutted out, proud and expectant. His eyes, glowing their brilliant ruby, wandered over the woman in her long, religious garb with a grin. "Speak up, Amelia. Share with me your holy plea-"

Her cheeks started to burn with a hot blush, but her voice began to rise in volume, moving from a soft, private muttering to a full vocalization.

"Help me Father for sin has found me. My worst sin is haunting me. The devil tempts me with that which I want most and I naught have the strength for it alone. I plead for your forgiveness for my wanton lust and strength to withhold against this temptation. Please, help me Father-"

"Oh, Amelia..." Ahazu grinned, relishing this moment. "Do you think it's working?"

She didn't respond, only kept muttering to herself, but Ahazu just clicked his tongue. "Down, Amelia. I want to feel your lips on me," and with that, the nun sunk down to her knees without a single moment of hesitation, right in front of the altar she had worshiped at for years in memory of his last visit. The soft thunk of her body moving to the ground echoed out around the church before Ahazu's laugh rose up with it, ringing out through the space.

"Oh, darn... All that praying and nothing..." His gaze bent over the nun, watching as she turned her face up so her full lips hovered just in front of his throbbing cock, tongue hovering just inside her mouth for a second before she spread her jaws wide and lowered her hot mouth down over the length of his shaft.

From her hiding place, Murphy stared with shocked horror. Some part of her was screaming for her to act. Her gun sat in her hands, still held at the ready, but she couldn't. Instead, she felt something freezing her in place, some deeply buried desire to merely stand idle and watch as her friend crumpled to the whims of this thing.

A hot, red blush colored the canine's cheeks through her golden yellow fur, but she still didn't rise to stop him and help her mentor. "Not yet," she convinced herself, "I have to arrest him. I-I have to witness the crime and... and... so far, it does look consensual." She reasoned with herself, making silent flawed logics to tell herself it was okay to stay here, hidden on the pew while she watched the most modest, controlled woman she knew drop to her knees for a blowjob.

While she watched, she just seemed to grow hotter and hotter.

The initial drop of the nun's plump lips to the head of his cock and the long, hot rush of heat that came with those lips hugging around and sinking down his length sent a tingling rush up Ahazu's spine. This was so well-earned, so much better than the easy follies of the past week. He stared down at the innocent nun, unmarred except for him in her past and now him again, rupturing her purity. He loved it. Like a delighted feline, his tail behind flickered madly side to side, skimming against the floor in playful motion.

The wet slurp of her lips sounded out softly before she pulled back, still trying to fight him but her will could do nothing to fully push back against his command. Ahazu reached down, cupping the shape of a full breast over the covering of her full, dark habit.

The incubus could remember what was underneath, but for now it was utterly hidden. "Ah, Amelia... I remember, how sweet and supple you were. How soft," he snickered softly at her and let out a sigh of delight from the wet slurp of her tongue up the underside of his sensitive head. "Nevermind that... for now." For now what mattered was the heat of her mouth around him.

Ahazu leaned back, staring down at the sight of the nun in front of him. Her eyes tilted up, watching him as her mouth stretched and lowered over the plump shape of his cock. Every motion of her head down over him shook her breasts beneath the layer of fabric that hid them, but the sight of her mouth pulling out around the flared shape of his cock head was even more delicious.

Her full, dark lashes pressed up to the top of her eyes with the full tilt of her neck to see him while her lips wrapped around his shaft with increasing eagerness as her resistance began to fade. With her nose here, hovering in the space of his thick, pungent musk, she struggled to think of anything besides his flavor, his feeling... the pure thought of her Lord began to falter and slip from her mind rapidly.

"Amelia... Amelia..." Ahazu sighed, his voice lilting and lazy as he relished in her failure. He knew her will couldn't withstand his enhanced power of a second pairing, but she'd tried so hard. "So resistant, yet so willing..."

Her lips went wide, stretching to fit around the fat width of his cock down the entire length. He felt his tip pushing back into the curve of her throat, struggling to fit into her mouth alone but the nun valiantly tried to push herself low enough to coat all of him in her warm, slick saliva, each time guiding him into her lips with the cupping shape of her tongue licking from beneath.

For now, Ahazu didn't touch her, just watched the show of the prim nun, habit-on, on her knees at the pulpit to bend down and worship his cock. Each bend of her neck down over him had the veil around her flushed face fluttering while her focused locked onto the mission of fitting him inside her warm lips.

Her hands stayed in front of her, tucked together neatly with only her mouth against the incubus's hot skin, like she feared another point of contact would corrupt her further, but Ahazu knew time would wear her down. He wouldn't rush this.

Gulck-

Her lips popped back against his skin as a shimmering layer of saliva smeared out against the bottom of her plump lower lip. She shifted, swallowing for a moment before she bent right back over his long, thick shaft. Again, her eyes tilted up, meeting his watching stare as her tongue unrolled and pressed up against the underside of his tip, pushing him up into the opening of her hot mouth before she dunked her mouth over the rest of him.

"Such dedication, Amelia..." Ahazu purred, voice low and rumbling in his throat as she pushed her throat down over him, gagging softly in the otherwise silent space of the church as she tried to get her mouth to stay locked over his length, to fit more of him into the clamping, tightening space of her throat; but with a gulp she pulled back, instincts sending her backwards with a string of sparkling spit stringing from her lips to the head of his dick.

"But I do think you'll need some assistant to get deeper, don't you think?" His voice rumbled in her ears, making the flush hot under her veil while her cheeks darkened their own color. The pink of it glowed out through her white fluff. "Maybe if you give in and touch me with those lovely, soft hands of yours-" Her small, dainty hands rose tentatively from their place in front of her stomach before her eyes met his and a single raise of his brow pushed her onwards.

Her fingertips found the base of his shaft, gingerly curling up around the full girth of him with an unfamiliar touch, but as her mouth began to sink over him again and her breath pulled in a long drink of his musky scent her hands began to move on some deeply buried instincts.

One hand slid up his thigh, finding a firm spot beside his pelvis to steady herself while the other wrapped around the shape of his shaft, pumping up to his tip between strokes of her mouth over him, varying the sensation of her warm, velveteen fingers and the hot, slick slide of her tongue.

"Much better... Much Better...." Ahazu crooned, rolling his eyes back with a delighted sigh, "but still so shy... Amelia. Give in-" The incubus could feel his patience starting to fade ever so slightly, but he loved to see how the girl navigated her lust on her own.

The woman adjusted, sliding both her hands up the smooth skin of the incubus's thighs to steady herself as her lips found the shape of his cock, squeezing around his head once more with the keen mission of fitting him into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed as she sunk herself down onto his cock, slurping her tongue up his underside while she sunk herself over every inch of his shaft. Her arms pushed against him, letting her put all her weight into shoving herself down over his cock.

He hit the back of her mouth, curling into the tightening shape of her throat as her eyes went wide, but she didn't pull back. Her cheeks puffed and her lips dragged against the thick, lower half of his cock, but she kept trying.

She jogged back slightly, giving her throat a rest as strings of spit clung from her chin to his cock, leaking out from her plump lips. Strings of the silvery saliva dripped onto the habit, marring the perfect black of the uniform as she pushed herself down over his cock again, trembling with the effort of not choking around him.

Murphy, where she leaned across the pew, glowed red with the intensity of her shameful blush by now. The pink spread down from her cheeks to her chest, spreading the pinky glow from down through the white fur of her breasts under the collared shirt of her police uniform.

The heat was spreading elsewhere too, and it grew harder and harder to resist the urge to touch herself. Strangely, she felt foggy and distant, as though her logic was covered by this cloudy sensation of lust.

Slowly, hesitantly, her fingers rose up to the swell of her breast under her thigh shirt, just cupping around the full shape with a burning across her face making her golden fur almost look pink.

Her eyes began to swell, wet droplets slipping out from the corners and smearing the rich line of simple kohl she used to highlight her thick full lashes. The black makeup ran slightly, stark against her pure white fur as she gagged around the thick girth of him and began to pull back.

Ahazu was out of patience.

His fingers slipped down, raking over the fabric of the woman's habit, rustling her veil and finding the curves of either side of her head before he grabbed firmly, tightly onto her and pulled her down towards his cock. Instantly, he felt himself squeezed into the tight, spasming shape of her throat. His long nails pressed into the fabric of her habit, pulling her impatiently down onto him, deeper around his cock. Loud, lewd sounds of her mouth spasming and gagging around him filled the church-- a sound that may never have echoed through the chapel before.

Murphy, with her hand curled hard on her breast, felt her eyelids flutter at the sound of Amelia's throat tightening and her gagging around the incubus's thick cock. The wet shcluck of her struggling against the length and size of him had her fingers curling hard enough to whiten the knuckles as she tried to do more through the barrier of the fabric.

"Ahh," Ahazu let out a long hiss. One hand pulled back, but the other stayed atop the girl's head, pulling her deeper when she hesitated backwards. He pounded his hips now, meeting her lips with his pelvis with each and every motion as his hips moved up to meet her. The sloppy, wet sounds of her gagging rang through the open space, filling all their ears.

Amelia, lost in a sort of frenzied pattern of the face-fucking, drooled in a wet stream from her lips, oozing the shimmering strings of salvia onto his cock and down onto the chest of her tunic. Beneath the black fabric, her body was flushed and hot with need from the swollen, perky shape of her tits to the slick, pulsing lips of her cunt. Ahazu's aura, his flavor, his touch... they were getting to her and she was losing herself into the cloud of sinful lust.

"Getting wet, Amelia?" Ahazu crooned, smirking as she pulled back with spit stringing between them. "It feels good to sin, doesn't it? To give in? Don't fight it, Amelia. You have years to make up for, years of perfect behavior."

The nun let out a whimpering sound into his cock as her hands dropped from his form, moving into the the top of her tunic, finding the swell of her breasts beneath the fabric with a shy and tentative grope. Her nails pulled at the fabric, finding the hard nub of her nipple under that muffling barrier with a swirling, eager rub.

"That's it, Amelia... Just lose yourself."

Murphy's ears were filled with the chorus of the two bodies colliding. Wet, sucking gagging left Amelia's throat while the slap of her lips meeting to Ahazu's pelvis followed with a ringing ripple through the air. All the while every breath she pulled in was thick with the musky scent of them both, intermingling as the nun grew wetter and wetter beneath the layer of her tunic hiding her.

"What am I doing?" Some part of her mind whispered, but she barely heard it over the sounds of the lewd blowjob happening on the pulpit. Instead, she found her fingertip seeking out her own hard nipple through the fabric of her shirt and starting to tweak and tug at it, seeking some sort of relief from the building lust in her own body. Her head lulled against the side of the pew, giving her a direct line of sight to Amelia's puffing cheeks flaring out around the thick base of the incubus's reddish cock. Her eyes prickled with dryness as she stared fiercely, almost wishing for a closer view of the stringey bits of spit clinging between the two bodies.

So she could use both hands on her chest, she set her gun aside.

"Suck my balls." Ahazu's voice pulsed with a new command, firmly shifting Amelia's focus from his shaft to his sac hanging below. Her head twisted, moving to get her soft lips against the flesh of his ballsack, pulling them into the warm embrace of her sucking lips. As she did, his cock rubbed and smeared over her face, a position of utter submission as his scent smeared into her fur and precum dribbled across her muzzle.

Ahazu gripped his length, smacking it lightly against the woman's cheek, relishing how her lips parted expectantly and her tongue started to loll out at the sight of the tip approaching. She wasn't thinking of her God now, she was thinking of him.

A grin spread over his lips as she started to shuffle backwards, taking long and slow steps away from where the nun knelt on the flooring. "Come, Amelia. Crawl to me-"

Her soft fingers dropped onto the ground while she lowered onto all fours. Her hips started to swing side to side with the motion of her knees pulling up on the ground, crawling towards him with her eyes tilted up and her lips parted eagerly, tongue lolling just within.

The incubus made his way towards the large altar, moving slow enough that Amelia could make it close enough to flicker her tongue in a brief lick over his tip before he pulled away and he saw honest disappointment flash through her glossy eyes and her knees would slide faster on the ground, catching on her habit.

Up the small, squat stairs that ran around the pulpit area Ahazu led Amelia, crawling on her knees with languid slowness. She rode her habit up, bunching it on her thighs so that she could move faster towards the cock hovered in front of her as bait. Her lips hung open wanting and wanton as her legs were revealed, showing long tall thigh high stockings up to the point where the habit rode now. Her sturdy heels rose off the ground points towards the air as she moved towards him, rising up onto the elevated platform for the altar.

Laid out along the pew, Murphy found her legs were squirming. As the pair moved further from her, she strained even more now to see all the details of their pairing while her thighs pressed tight together, trying to relieve some of the pressure building in her groin as her sex grew hotter and hotter, dripping with rising need.

Her fingers moved from her breasts, scratching down the length of her stomach and skimming over her pants. She bit at her lips, fighting the urges she felt nudging her forward. Shame burned on her cheeks at what she was doing, but she couldn't stop herself. In fact, she was pushing herself onwards.

Her nails started to circle around the nub of her clit hidden through the layers of her pants and panties as her breathing hitched in her throat, trying not to let herself go any further and knowing that she would.

"That's a good girl," Ahazu crooned, chuckling as she reached him on the top level and her lips sunk around his cock with a hot fervor. She slurped down the long length of his cock, sliding her tongue up the underside of his shaft until one of his red-tinged hands slapped against the sturdy oak altar in the center of the room, "Up."

Amelia stood, quickly scrambling up onto the altar on her hands and knees, just as she'd been on the floor, but now her ass was right in front of Ahazu's hips. His fingers spread out, sliding up the length of her body, tracing the curves of her hips over top of her long, modest habit. "What next..." Ahazu sighed, languidly rolling his touch over the top of her rounded ass. "What will I do with you next?"

He slowly walked around the table, watching the girl as she shuffled into the center of the altar on her hands and knees with her long, black habit spilling down around her legs. Her eyes followed him as he moved, tracking the motion of his toned legs and his cock still slick with her saliva.

He extended his nails, tracing over her ass through the fabric buffer with enough pressure that she could feel him there, touching so closely without really making the contact. "Maybe I'll just leave... leave for another twenty years without giving you any satisfaction. Would you keep your vow?"

The nun's lips were parted, waiting eagerly for him to give her his thick cock once more to fill her mouth and stretch her cheeks, when he didn't, she bleated plaintively. "P-please?" She whimpered out, voice almost inaudible as she murmured her little plea for him to stop walking his cock out of range from her mouth.

"I'm sure you wouldn't..." Ahazu snickered, stepping closer to the curves of her ass captured in the shape of her habit falling over it. His fingers pressed into the meat of her rounded bottom, starting to grope and knead her rump with the fabric muffling his touch. Amelia leaned her face towards the cool surface of the altar while her ass pushed backwards impatiently, longing for him to continue with his ravages. "Ooh.... more, please..."

Where she lay in the pew, Murphy had much of the same impatient longing. Her fingers were running up and down the crease of her pants where her slit hid beneath, trying to give herself just enough touch to satisfy this burning itch between her legs, but with each touch she felt her nail pressing harder into the smooth slacks, desperate for more.

Her thighs twitched and strained together, fidgeting this way and that to try and somehow deepen the sensations that she was getting from the mere touch of her rubbing finger. "This isn't enough...." She thought to herself, with her gaze locked onto the sight of her friend being examined by the stalking incubus on the altar. Her tongue flickered over her lips, nervously pondering what else she could get away with to pleasure herself without getting caught by the predator at the pulpit.

She lay almost on her back by now, twisted so that her hips could writhe up into the air while her eyes could still peer over the arm of the pew to look down the aisle to the incubus and the sheep. With her contorted shape, she wouldn't be able to rise quickly in the case of any danger, but that thought didn't even cross the cop's mind.

"Look at that... so eager," Ahazu continued, raising his fingers over the rounded shape of the nun's shapely rump. His hand pulled back and hovered in the air before he dropped it swiftly into a solid smack against the curved shape, sending an echoing clap through the air and a soft, gasping moan from the sheep: "Oooh!"

"Such resistance you had, but then... you want it just as badly as every other-" Ahazu drawled, snickering to himself as he shuffled closer to the round of her ass. He pulled himself close enough that she could feel him there, grinding his cock to her just enough that she felt the smack and flop of it there, impatient but tempting her. His hands ran up over the dark fabric, finding the shape of her hips through it and grabbing on tightly to it like handles before he leaned over her, whispering against the side of her veil against her covered ear. "Do you want to feel me inside you, Sister Amelia? Want to feel my cock spread you open? Feel any cock spread you open after twenty years being so chaste? So pent up..."

"Y-yes..." She whimpered in response, voice tentative and shy, though her resistance to him was utterly lost. She couldn't ignore how her body ached for the incubus.

His hand slid up from her hip, dragging over her form and curling around the shape of her body to find the orb of one heavy tit with a firm, groping squeeze over the top of the fabric still hiding them from him. "Are you aching to feel someone stretch you out? Use you till your legs can't even hold your cunt up for offering? I know you are, I know you, Amelia. I can hear what you're thinking, those thoughts that you don't hear but you feel those are what I hear the loudest-"

His head shifted, moving over to croon into the other ear at the same, low tone that seemed to ooze right into her mind. "Those thoughts are begging for relief, for release after so long. Amelia, how could you go twenty years without cumming? To think, the last time you lost yourself in orgasm was around this same cock-"

A brilliant red blush colored the sheep's cheeks, shining through even the thickest patches of her downy white fur. "I-I..." She tried to respond in some way, but it was a bit too overwhelming to admit he was right.

"I bet you're dying for that again." He leaned back up, sliding his fingers back down to her ass with another firm slap that made the flesh jostle and jiggle the fabric of her tunic. "Maybe I should just leave, run off and leave you here hoping I'll return-" he licked over his lips. Amelia's eyes had gone wide at this idea, drooping into large, doleful ovals within the sheep's round face. "N-no... No. Please!"

"Oh? But... you wanted me to leave you alone so badly before... was that all a ruse?" Ahazu smirked, knowing her lust-clouded mind would struggle to hold a conversation and loving the results. It was like sexualized truth serum.

"I-I... I didn't know."

"You didn't know? Didn't know you liked it, but you've already done it. I've fucked you senseless before Sister Amelia," His face lit with mischief, toying with her now, but she had no idea. Her eyes were huge saucers and concern etched through her expression at the idea of him leaving her now.

"I forgot?"

Ahazu just chuckled, "Now, now... don't lie because you're remembering how it felt right now."

Once more a rich blush colored over her face in a dark raspberry red. The incubus just smirked to himself at the sight of it and gave his cock and idle rub. "Alas though, I couldn't do that. I want to taste you again."

Ahazu's hands found the handle of her hips once again and grab on, hard. His fingers curled in until the red skin of his knuckles faded into a pale white and his nails began to indent the fabric of her tunic. Then, he yanked her backwards like an oversized doll back towards his waiting, throbbing cock.

His fingers dropped down, skimming through the layers of her spilling habit around her ankles to find the bottom before he threw it upwards on her body, just removing the skirt from his way without taking the time to undress her at all. Once again, the long white stockings she wore beneath were visible on her toned, slim legs of supple, white fuzz. Ahazu's fingers ran up them, finding the straps of a garter belt waiting on top with a modest pair of white lace panties covering her cunt itself with the thin, snowy fabric soaked through to a dark gray of her eagerness coming right through the material.

The incubus raised a finger, running his long nail up the slit of her cunt until it circled around her clit and went still, just pressing there to feel the racing beat of her heart through the hot button of her clitoris. The heat radiating off her sex was like a fever. Her thighs were flushed and hot with the rush of blood coursing through her body, fueling the swelling of her engorged clit under the small barrier of fabric. Even through panties, it made a visible bump where it pushed out from between her lower lips and into the material, pleading for attention.

"So needy," he drawled, smirking to himself before his nail twisted into the edge of her panties and yanked them away. The thin, weak layers of cotton and lace tore easily, falling off the woman's body in a few chunks of white against the backdrop of the oak altar before they were swept off onto the floor.

Then, Ahazu grabbed onto his own cock, guiding the fat, flared head to the drooling opening of the woman's sex before slamming inside her with a single, fluid motion forward. His girth instantly pushed her walls out to stretch around him while her mouth dropped open with a surprised, echoing moan. "OooooOooo..."

As she cried out, her cheek pressed down into the smooth surface of the altar and her body pushed back against him, longing for more of the same spreading, stretching sensation as he pierced into her.

From her hidden pew, Murphy's cheeks were red hot to the point of dizziness. Her face was hot and flushed with a shameful hue of pink that glowed through her fur, but none of it stopped her. Her fingers were on the waistband of her pants, slipping down under the waistband with jerky, desperate motions as the incubus began to pound into her friend. The slap of their bodies rang out through her mind almost like was a loop of that lewd, wet clap of hips and ass meeting. Amelia's moans rang through the church, filling up the acoustics of the space with animalistic, mindless mewling of a primal pleasure. Murphy just lulled her head back and soaked it all in as her fingertip found her clit for a few moments of swirling teasing before she sunk the digit up and into the hot tunnel of her own cunt.

She started to jerk her finger in and out, trying to mime the same animalistic pace as the incubus behind the sheep, but his hips pistoned with a speed and power that the canine simply couldn't match with a slender little finger, but oh how she tried.

She bit on her lip to keep from making a sound and tried while her cheeks burned with shame.

Ahazu thrust out his wings now, relishing the drama of fucking the woman atop of the altar at which she prayed. He hunched over her, letting out his own gleeful hiss of pleasure as he balls slapped into the rounded ass of the nun with the depth that he pushed into her. Her sex was so needy and wet it felt like it was sucking him in, encouraging him to thrust up till his tip scraped to her cervix. "Ah... Yes..." Amelie huffed out, sighing out the building pressure in her chest.

With his wings wide, Ahazu looked demonic in the dancing shadows of the melting candles. He watched the shape of his horned shadow dance on the group before the pulpit, slamming into the shapely lump of the bent over sheep's shadow before him. She looked so small now, no longer the imposing strong-willed nun who had stood up to him when he arrived and demanded to know why he'd come.

Now she'd be pleading him too instead.

Murphy sunk another finger in with the first, hissing out a muffled sound of pleasure. The hot wet walls of her cunt were slick and squeezing already on the single digit, sucking her in as if to demand more. Her thighs were shivering on the pew with her desperate, hidden masturbation. They quaked with need as her ankles stretched and her toes curled, trying to find some better position to squeeze on her needy pelvic muscles.

Some part of her, some part beneath the dominating lust, knew what she was doing was wrong. Her friend was there, clearly no longer in her right mind in the slightest and she was being taken, being used in the safest place they both knew: their church.

Yet, Murphy couldn't make herself do anything but masturbate. She strained to see them well enough and to keep herself silent and sunk her fingers in deeper because with the rich scent of sex in the air and the sounds of the pounding he gave, she couldn't keep her mind off her own clenching cunt and the need to fill it. Instead, her mind was just a cave of echoing moans and the pounding thunks of their bodies coming together.

Three fingers pressed together, curling up towards her g-spot, feverishly trying to find a way to stimulate herself more and find some relief for the burning sensation low in her gut. On the altar, Ahazu yanked Amelia backwards with both hands pulling on her tits from below like two handles rough enough that the orbs seemed to stretch out and then bounce back into place and Murphy grabbed onto her own breast with her free hand, fighting to open some buttons on her top to wrangle her touch in over top of her bra. One of the little circles popped off, falling onto the pew and rolling into a nearby bible, but she didn't notice.

Her breath came washing out of her lips in a long exhale, trying to calm herself while her teeth gritted slightly, feeling the rising frustration of sheer need. She watched him and the straining of his ass and thighs as he pounded into the nun and she fingered herself madly, hoping for relief.

Ahazu hauled the woman's habit higher, clearing away the fabric from her lower half so he could truly see and appreciate what he was doing there. Around her waist, the garter framed above her ass with a simplistic band of lace around her curve while the straps to her stockings ran on either side of the plump curves of her ass, framing them in an overfilled heart shape that Ahazu's cock pumped in, disappearing into the heat of her body with every thrust.

Above the oozing pink slit of her cunt, the tight pucker of her asshole flickered tight and prim, though Ahazu knew that there would be no complaints if he happened to slip down the wrong way. He snickered, entertaining the idea a moment before discarding it. He wanted this, this hot squeezing tunnel of her cunt where she squeezed around him and dribbled more, wetting her own habit beneath her with the leaking of her own lustful thoughts.

A mewling cry left the woman's lips, echoing around them as Ahazu pushed down against the center of her back. He lowered the top half of her body to the smooth, cool slide of the altar beneath the that he could pull her hips up higher and deepen his own angle into her cunt. His hands were rough and tight on him, grabbing onto her tight enough to leave indentations in her pillowy fur. Then, he shifted from standing beside the altar to beside her on his own knees, pounding into her and hunching over her so each of his huffing, ragged breaths rasped through her head and rang through her mind.

"Spread yourself wide for me-" Ahazu hissed, nudging the sheep's legs further apart so her lower lips pulled apart more and exposed her clit, throbbing and flushed between them. His arms, supporting much of his body, were tensed. Every muscle popped out down the length of his red skin and veins drew lines down his biceps.

"More... more...." Amelie mewled as she pushed her ass back to him, just moaning out with every thrust that rocked her forward to slid on the smooth oak because of her slipping habit's material. The smooth fabric just acted as a sled for her to slip atop the wood on with no tension between the finished altar and the clothing she wore. Ahazu just yanked her back each time, relishing how her hips just acted as a handle for him to manhandle her. One firm pull would bring her cunt back fully around him, sinking him into the hot hold of her sex before she'd slip away and he'd need to grab onto her again. Her soft form would probably be littered in bruises tomorrow, but she didn't seem to mind.

Murphy bit on her lips, breathing hard into the air. She was so thankful for all the noise of the pairing on the pulpit, because she could no longer control her hitching breath from puffing out from her nose with every thrust of her fingers up into her yawning cunt. She stretched herself wide with four fingers, pounding them up into her as fast as she could manage in an attempt to match the incubus's speed into the bent over nun.

Smears of her juicy, wet excitement spread all over her hand, rubbing onto her pants both inside and along the waistband, but she didn't even notice nor think of the consequences of leaving powdery cum stains all over her clothing. She just felt the clenching need of her sex as she pounded herself and tried to stay still.

All the while, her stomach had started to churn with a nervous shame because the back of her mind was still whispering out about how wrong it was for her to stand by and do nothing, or rather worse, to take pleasure in the acts on the pulpit.

She couldn't hear the voice though, not over the slapping of the bodies before her.

"Bloody-" Ahazu cursed and sucked in a hot breath. The cunt around him had begun to spasm and lock tight. He'd struck his tip against her g-spot one too many times and the sheep went hurling over the edge. "Eep!" The sheep's voice broke with a surprised cry, and her voice rang out with a hurtling amount of volume as an orgasm exploded out of her, squirming her form against the smooth top of the altar as she tensed every limb and just squealed with a sort of explosive sensation.

Ahazu didn't pause for her orgasm though. He pushed through the squeeze of her cunt, fucking right through the clench of her muscles and ensuring that he struck against her swollen, sensitive clit now with every motion to try and stretch her orgasm longer. "OooOoo!"

The sheep oozed with her own mess, whimpering out with every thrust as her throbbing body felt a whole new wave of sensitivity and exhaustion after she drained herself to cum, but Ahazu was far from done with the nun. In fact, this was only the start of the night, after all. He held her hips tighter, bent over her a bit more, and growled a long sound out into her ear. "How does it feel to cum, finally? After so long? How does it feel to be taken? Don't you remember now how you love it? Love being used? Love being shoved down-" His hand pressed her stomach down to the altar, keeping only the ass he wanted to fuck up in the air. "Shoved down and had for my pleasure."

"I know how you love it, I can hear it... Amelia." She clamped down on his cock, suddenly cumming again as his cock struck into her sensitive spot once more and his fingers indented the soft flesh of her thighs in a way that just sent chills up her spine. "I can feel it!"

The incubus reached up, trading her hips for her shoulders now as an anchoring handle point, but he didn't stop. He just pushed harder, twisting her form up and backwards a bit to pull her cunt back onto him like a giant fleshlight with each yank against her shoulders. His nails poked indents into the fabric, pressing marks into her skin beneath.

Every thrust let out an echoing pound that rocked the heavy altar in place and rang out around the entire chapel. Where their flesh met together was red and flushed where their hips struck over and over again while a puddle of Amelia's juices were smearing across the oak and soaking in streaks down her stockings as she slid over her own mess in the jerking, bouncing madness of Ahazu's primal fucking.

"I'm going... to take you... until I'm ready to collapse, so you won't last at all," he hissed into her ear with harsh, rough breaths, nuzzling lewdly against her habit to croon right against her covered ear. "Are you ready for that, Amelia? Ready to be fucked raw?"

Murphy spasmed at the sound of the incubus's voice rasping into her friend's ear. She had to strain to hear him, practically holding her own breath to catch his words, but she did it and her eyes fluttered as she did, closing for a half second before they opened again to keep watching.

Ahazu grabbed above the woman's ass, pressing against the lower indent of her back so keep her lowered onto the altar as he smacked his hips into her soft ass. She slipped with every thrust, sliding against the wood away from him until he grabbed onto her upper arms and pressed her down into the altar, hard from above, using the leverage from his height advantage above her half-prone position to drive his tip deeper into her tunnel, pressing in towards her cervix. Ahazu pushed himself up higher, almost raising into a push-up position over her to give his hips the hardest angle towards her to drop himself into her, pounding his cock deep into her tunnel from above.

With rough, scrabbling motions, Ahazu bunch the extra fabric of the woman's habit beneath her lower stomach to get as much help with find that raised angle in her hips that drove him right into her with a striking motion to her clit. At the same time, Amelia's ass was lifting, raising up to him to try and drive him into her.

Then, Ahazu fucked her.

Where most sex lasts minutes and rare sex lasts hours with a final, passionate plow to the end, what Ahazu did was like the final, desperate pounding towards orgasm but without stop. His hands grabbed onto Amelia's arms, pressing her down into the table from above, holding her steady from sliding away on the slick surface of the altar while her face pressed into the cool surface. His fingers curled hard enough into her tender limbs to turn his knuckles white while the muscles on each arm popped and tensed, showing the veins that ran through them.

With each pounding thrust, he popped deep into her, rocking her body forward into the hold of his arm. Amelia's fingers scratched at the table, searching for a hand hold, but she found none and just splayed out, pressing back into the slamming motions of his hips knocking her butt up into the air with a jostling shake following each and every thrust.

At first, Amelie just whined and huffed with every thrust, inhaling in long breaths and gasping out most exhales as his tip buried into her. Ahazu could feel her walls, spasming and shaking around him even as he first started, but that didn't slow him down. His arms tensed, muscles tightening to hold onto her body as she squirmed atop the altar, quivering with her rising orgasm.

The incubus felt her walls tense, clenching in tighter. Her arms clamored at the smooth surface of the altar, trying to find a way to control herself, but she couldn't she was just at his whim. He gripped onto her hips, releasing her arms to their writhing as he just grabbed above her ass with his palms pressed flush over the band of her garters and grabbed on like her waist was his handle as he yanked her back over and over, pounding himself forward into the waiting, yawning hole of her cunt as it started to tighten and clamp down on him with another orgasm shaking through her.

He didn't stop though.

He pushed her harder into the altar, squishing her down onto it to keep her still and steady for him to take. With every contact of his pelvis into her ass, the soft flesh of her butt rippled up in a perfect bounce within the frame of her garters, which were modest under her habit, but with her habit pulled up they looked erotic, like she'd been planning this when she'd gotten dressed.

Each time Ahazu pulled back, letting himself fully slip from her cunt, her inner walls would yawn open for a moment, stretched enough to stay open waiting for him to fill her up again. He loved the sight of that, her inner pink folds hesitating open for him all stretched from the girth of his slamming cock in her tight, unused cunt now getting loosened up.

"O-ooho...O..o...o.." Amelia's voice, cracking with little, broken moans echoed through the larger space of the church that usually housed echoing choruses of worship as her orgasm came rolling over her and Ahazu didn't rest her for a moment. When her walls began to squeeze tight with the tension of her cumming, he forced his cock through her clenching walls and pushed her hips harder towards him as her ass clenched and shuddered with the quivering power of her orgasm. "Ooohh Ahhh!" Her voice cracked out with a howling moan that morphed nearly into a scream as he took advantage of her overwhelming sensitivity to slam himself hard into the patchy skin of her g-spot over and over and over.

Murphy, with her face red hot with her burning shameful blush, had her fingers buried up to the joints inside her, trying to somehow get close to the sensations Amelia might be feeling under the pistoning power of Ahazu's motions. She knew what she was doing to herself couldn't stand up, but her body was flushed and tingly with her lust for some release.

Her clit was hot, pink, and swollen under her other hand, but she didn't stop her swirling motions over it. She was oblivious to how sensitive she was making herself with this edging practice of masturbation, but she couldn't help it. She was overwhelmed with the need for something. She felt each of her touches to her clit through up into her groin, running the root of the sensitive spot deep into her belly while her walls were just seeping with wetness.

"Amelia, you're so pent up, you're exploding-" Ahazu crooned, though his voice was rough and broken now with his focus on his motions. The effort to fuck her so violently, so roughly did put some strain even on the most supernatural of lays. He wouldn't let up though. His cock pulsed and oozed with precum, keeping the sloppy mess of Amelia's sex extra slick as he dribbled inside her. His hips continued pistoning his leaking shaft into her through the spasming of her walls, stretching them open to let himself get deeper and deeper so that when Amelia started to have one orgasm fade already her body was assaulted with his smacking grinds into her g-spot and the glide of his cock over her clit before he slammed back in and repeated it.

"Amelia, Amelia... would you like a little break?" Ahazu whispered, raspy against her slipping veil. "I think perhaps I envy you the ability to just lay back and enjoy...." He pulled back, retreating from the woman's clenching sex with his length dripping with her slick juices. Then, he grabbed onto the sheep's hips, smoothly swapping places with her so she was left kneeling in front of him and his back went flush to the altar's smooth surface instead. "Why don't you gimme a ride, huh?" He smirked at her, seeing how her eyes had already locked onto his cock jutting up from his groin.

"Amelia," he commanded. "Tell me what you want."

Her voice came blurting back to him without a beat between: "Cock."

Ahazu grinned, clicking his tongue at her, "Do you kiss Mother Mary with that mouth? Shame-" He slapped at his thigh with a loud clap that echoed around the room, summoning her up onto him though she was already moving to sit atop his lap impatient and needy.

Her thighs spread out on either side of his form with the tickle of her soft, downy fur rubbing down his own smooth skin. Even before she'd touched down on him, her leaking pussy was dripping her juices onto his cock and the rest of his groin, oozing with her pungent musky smell of pent up lust. She grabbed onto his thigh, steadying herself as her sex sunk down over the head of his cock, skewering herself onto him with a long, warbling moan from her lips.

The tip nudged in between her lower lips, slick with her dribbling wetness as her tunnel began to stretch out for him to go in deep. The first inch broke her lips apart with a long moan of anticipation and relief before she hurriedly dropped herself onto the rest of him, hard enough to clap their bodies together when he reached his hilt inside.

Without a single command from the incubus, the nun began to bounce herself atop his lap, fucking herself on him shamelessly. The sight of it had even the smart ass incubus speechless as he looked up to see the dainty sheep, so modest and gentle with her habit pulled up, spilling around her thighs but pushed back to exposed her stretching pussy lips with one hand snaked up inside on her breast and the other behind her, scratching into his thigh to steady herself. Both her eyes were closed with her head back and her mouth hanging open with wanton mewls as her hips ground and shifted to lower him into each and every spot she wanted with every thrust.

Ahazu started to buck his hips up to meet her dropping body, popping him even deeper into her each time with their efforts combined together with gravity to push him deep into her stretching cunt. At the same time, Ahazu reached up, grabbing onto the nun's free tit with his nails grinding into the fabric of her habit. "Who knew you'd be so particularly wanton, Sister Amelia," he purred with his voice low and delighted. "I should have expected, with so much time to build up all that lust... it's not healthy you know, to be so pent up."

"F-faster..." she responded, not listening to him at all. Her mind wasn't on him, but it was on the fuck, the pleasure, his cock. Her understanding and attention was too simplified for his banter.

"Faster? You're on top!" Ahazu shot back, raising a brow with cheeky snark. "Isn't this your show now? For a bit at least."

"Help me. Make me faster..." Indeed, the woman struggled to keep up the pace she so clearly wanted. She'd get into a groove and her moans would pitch up, but her knees would start to wobble with growing exhaustion after what was by now a sheer hour of continuous penetration and her pace would start to slow down and her next orgasm would go skittering out of reach from her.

Ahazu grabbed onto her hips, starting to push her up in time with her own bouncing hips to quicken her pace and speed her up. The motion had her tits jostling under the fluttering layer of black of her habit while her veil started to slip steadily around her face with all this motion, sliding askewing around the shape of her face and pulling back off her head slightly. The movement revealed more of her loose, faded blonde curls that were almost a pale shade of white to blend in with the fur of her face. The curls fell out around the shape of her jawline and bounced along with the rest of her shapely form.

"Unf-Unf.... Mmph... MmmM!" Amelia's voice, broken by sucking breaths, radiated around the room as she rode Ahazu's lap with eagerness, even if her energy was dwindling.

Murphy twisted in the pew, struggling to find an angle that let her bury her fingers any deeper into herself as she watch her chaste friend bounce on a massive cock before her. The sound of each collision of their bodies was a loud clap that resounded around the historic church and sounded back to the cop.

Her hair was mused around her ears from rubbing into the pew and her cheeks still burned hot, and now the flush speckled down her chest were she'd tugged her shirt open to get at her breasts. She bit at her lips, muffling her desperate whimpering moans though neither of the pair on the pulpit would hear her if she made a peep over their own ruckus.

"I want to see you-" Ahazu hissed out, voice rough and ragged as he grabbed hard on the woman's breast. Amelia started to pull up the bottom edge of her tunic, but the incubus let out a rough grunt and dug his long nail into the fabric between her breasts instead and began to tear down the length of the material down the length of her torso.

The two side of the material began to pull away from each other, freeing the woman's supple breasts. The two heavy orbs bounced down into the lift of a modest, cotton bra with her rock hard nipples poking into it. A little mewling whine rolled out of the sheep's lips as the cool air rushed over her hot, flushed breasts. "O-oh!"

Ahazu took hold of the two torn sides, curling and digging his fingers into the fistfuls of fabric and pulling them out from each other more, yanking the fabric off from her smooth, pale white shoulders to show the entire expanse of her decolletage. "Oh this is so much better-" he purred, almost to himself as the two halves of the tunic began to slide down the slope of her slender shoulders and off her arms, revealing their thin shapes without all the extra padding of her spilling robes.

The incubus's nails ran down this new, bare fur leaving small tracks through her thin, sheared fur and scratches across the skin beneath, but Amelia just moaned with delight at being touched while her hips bucked into him, grinding him to strike to her swollen, engorged clit. "What do you think, Amelia? Are you missing your modesty?" Ahazu teased as he continued to peel the fabric from her form, moving the layers of the skirt portion that were bunched on her stomach off to fall and slip from the altar entirely.

"Mmm... No... no, no, no.." The sheep's voice was distant as she rocked from side to side, rolling her hips atop him with a lewd, wanton motion that ground him up to her. Her entire frame was exposed now with only her veil remaining on, framing around her face and fluttering behind her shoulders and her stockings and garter belt to hold them up.

"That's a good, good girl then.." The incubus continued to buck up to her motions, jostling her form and piercing himself deep inside her, but it was clear her energy to control her motions was fading rapidly. As much as she tried to keep up the bouncing, thrusting movements on top of him with her entire lower half she couldn't keep it up. Her legs were shuddering and weak, leaving her just grinding desperately on top of him, wishing for more of the wonderful friction in side of her. "As your reward, I'll help."

Ahazu leaned up, grabbing around the girl's back and holding her against him with his cock hilted deep inside her tight cunt while he rolled them over, pressing her bare back down into the smooth surface of the altar now in a traditional mating press as he lay over her. His body weight pressed over her, settling on top of her small form. The woman just let out a gleeful string of soft bleats in response, curling her legs weakly around him and trying to pull him deeper to her sex. "More, more... Give me more, please," she drawled, voice lilting and slurred with lust and exhaustion.

"Yes, more... more ... more...." Murphy pleaded silently, with her lips moving along with the words in her head as her fingers fucked into her cunt, now with her pants fully pushed onto her thighs and her legs spread enough to give her a good angle to pound into herself. A soft slap of her knuckles hitting to her pelvis sounded out from her pew, but the other noises of fucking hid it completely in the echoey church building.

Her face was hot and fur sticky with sweat from her shameful masturbation. She couldn't seem to find any relief even in the clenching, shuddering of her cunt that so far was soaking into her cotton panties that stretched around her thighs.

"More... more..."

Ahazu reached beneath the sheep's form, easily lifting her rump off the altar and burying himself deeper as his hand wandered up onto her ass with a groping squeeze. His nails dragged across the smooth fur, digging into the skin beneath with red, hot prickling sensations. She trembled in his hold, mewling out into the air for more. "Please... more... fuck me."

"Oh, Amelia, how you've changed your tone..." Ahazu crooned, leaning over her with a long lick up her slender throat before he found her little mouth, lips parted open and still quivering with her little pleas. "Please. I need more... More..."

Ahazu bit his lip, feeling his own blood seemingly racing hotter than before. His teeth found the soft scruff of her neck, biting down as his hips jumped with new life. Firm, slapping thrusts rocked into her, lifting her off with altar with one hand when he pulled back and slapping her back into it when he fully entered again right up to the hilt.

His other hand gathered up her slender wrists, grabbing them together with one of his larger hands and pressing them flush to the smooth altar high above her head. The way it lifted up her tits to have her stretched that way only made their jostling bounces more delicious to watch. The nipples blinked up and down with the rocking of her body. He pushed her arms harder into the altar, hovering his face above her own with his long hair tickling against the smooth curves of her shoulders. The sensation of his strength, the tug and pull of her limbs like she was some giant doll, sent a rough shudder down the sheep's spine. Her cunt squeezed down on him like a vice in response while her leaking cunt ran with more of her escaping juice.

She looked up right at him with her eyes half open. Her lids seemed heavy, like she struggled to keep them open to see while her veil still framed around her face with the traditional white and black garment. From within that frame, the brilliant yellow of her gaze sparkled through the foggy, glassy look that he brought over her while her heavy lashes flickered flecks of black makeup off as her sweat and tears rushed the color onto her white cheeks which were still red with the hot flush of her need. "More?" she whimpered, looking up at him with her plump lips hanging open.

"More what?" Ahazu shot back, smirking as his he freed her arms to grab onto a tit instead, kneading the soft tissue up into her chest while one finger toyed with her nipple, swirling around the swollen nub with the end of his long nail. Her body was so hot, so flushed with need under his touch. "What do you want, Sister Amelia?"

"Fuck me more... More..." she whined out, voice soft and pleading as she thrust her body up, arching her back to push her tit into his grabbing hands and roll her hips towards his cock and try to push him deeper towards her cervix within. "Please... More... Ahazu.."

The incubus raised a slender brow, even tweaking his tail slightly behind him with a jolt of surprise. Never had a woman been mindful enough to remember the demon's name and use it. "Mmm... Amelia, I knew you held some affection for me you wanton, little sinner." He leaned over her, finding the opposite side of her soft neck with his flickering long tongue as his hips started to move over her with a hard, though slow motion that ground his tip into her g-spot with forceful precision. Then, he bit down onto her tender flesh and slammed himself into her, hard enough to rock her up into his top row of teeth harder.

"Oooohhh!" Amelia's voice cracked out with a gasping shriek of pleasure intermixing with the spark of pain from his teeth on her loose scruff. His hand squashed her breast down, holding onto it as a handle to keep her steady under him as he began to pound into her now with renewed passion. The nun's voice was bouncing, lilting with her gasping, pleading inhales for air while she babbled with delight. "Yes, yes... deeper... more... fuck me... fuck me till I break... I love your cock inside me..." Her eyes were rolled back with a sort of lustful zen while her lips hung open, shuddering with her ragged breathing.

Where she was still hidden, Murphy's face was a mess of splotchy red blushing. The smooth, yellow gold fur that was usually so well-manicured around her face was smeared and mused with sweat while the skin beneath glowed out a warm pink through the coat of rich fur. Her hair too was just a tangled against the high collar of her shirt from all her thrashing into the pew.

A crick ached in her neck from leaning into the armrest of the pew, but she barely noticed. Her cunt was locked around four fingers, clenching and shuddering in the throes of a weak, but hard orgasm. Her legs were spasming, shaking together down the length of the pew while she tried desperately to keep herself from kicking out into the wood and making a sound.

As she came, her eyes were locked ahead of her. She squinted to see all the details of the incubus's glimmering cock as it pulled out from the yawning cunt of her friend shining with her juices. The flared head and the sight of it with precum oozing out from the shimmering wet tip had her lips hanging open, her mouth drying out with a sort of internal hunger while she stared at the tensed muscles of his arms and the way his fingers grabbed onto the nun with all their strength. He held back nothing, restrained nothing. All his power went into every grab, every tug, every thrust. He left patches of squished fur that didn't bounce back from his touch and tomorrow bruises would fade in under each spot he touched with all that freed power.

Murphy found herself aching to feel that hand on her. Her own fingers were digging into her breast and sex with a violent that was making tracks through her fur. Her nails were short and stubby, but even still they left scrapes against her skin through the fur as she tried to mimick the knuckle-whitening grab of the demon over the modest nun on the altar. She wanted to feel that manhandling roughness, longed for it.

"Are you going to cum?" Ahazu hissed down to Amelia's ear, but for the first time that night, Murphy closed her eyes and imagined it was for her; and she did, with a muffled shaking silence, she came and dribbled wetness into her work pants.

"Are you going to cum, Amelia? I can feel your pussy squeezed around me..." Ahazu's voice was thick and low in her ear, rolling right into her mind as he pressed down on her shoulder to keep her body from rocking to far away as he pounded into her. "Cum for me. Coat me in those juices. Keep me wet to keep fucking you senseless, Amelia."

She shook under him as every muscle down her entire frame tensed. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Broke out from her lips in sudden bursts of noise before a long moan took their place, stealing her voice with a primal release of pressure through her vocals. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts into Ahazu's form over her as she moaned out her broken cry of exhausted pleasure against his shoulder, leaving a track of her forehead's sticking sweat against his smooth, red skin.

His cock leaked with precum as his balls beneath were swaying, slapping into her ass as the demon kept up his fucking. He didn't pause through her orgasm, he never had. Instead, he pushed through the squeezing of her walls, relishing the extra grip of her walls on his own quivering cock. His balls were pulling tight, churning with the thick globs of cum ready to shoot free from him.

With a few more solid slams into her body, the incubus began to cum, emptying himself into the deepest corner of the woman's cunt, rocking his hips into her too keep himself hilted deep as he emptied an orgasm against her cervix. "Take my cum, Amelia... Take it all."

"Fill me," she mewled out, voice fading and soft as she gasped for breath, but her hips still squirmed up to him, wanton as before and wanting for more of him. Even with him buried as deep as he'd fit, she wanted more. She longed for his cock to burst up into her stomach, to fuck her into breaking.

Ahazu filled her, shooting strings of thick cum until juices squirted out around his cock from her tunnel overflowing. Then, he pulled and smeared his sloppy cock up her thighs and plunged back into her slick, lubricated puss.

He sucked in a long breath, grabbed both of her shoulders, hunched over, and began to slam into her. His bantering had faded to the wayside as his focus fell onto getting himself off. He was using her now. Her energy was fading, but he wasn't done with his toy for the night. He hunched over her, even using his wings to keep himself supported above her while his tail flickered madly behind him with the possession of lustful focus. Every collision of his pelvis into her hips sent a loud clap through the air that echoed and a yelping noise from the used nun beneath him.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Mm!"

"Oo!"

"Jesus!" Amelia's voice broke, every hard thrust slamming her up before his arms on her shoulders just yanked her right back onto his cock. With every motion he pulled fully out of her and let the slickness of her walls guide his thick tip right back into her clenching walls. Then, he'd slam in right up to the hilt and push her up into his hands with the power of his hips.

From his forehead, sweat dripped off onto Amelia's chest and ran down her breasts in smooth, slick trails "You're mine, Amelia-" He huffed, voice broken with the ragged sharpness of each breath as he pounded into her. "You're mine anytime I want to use this pussy. Anytime I want your cunt, I can find you. I can return and you'll crumple for me. Next time, you'll remember. I own you. I own your mind because you want me. You've done it to yourself, Sister, but you've done it all the same."

"You're mine."

She leaned back into the altar, pressing her body up to him as much as she had the energy left to, but she was mostly drained dry of anything her body had left. Mostly, she was at his whim, moaning up towards him above her, and pleading for more of it. "Yes, yes... More! Just give me more! Use me!"

Murphy, mind still a cloud of lust, was fidgeting with her top and readjusting the buttons. Her cunt still leaked with juices, but her hand had gone numb and she was finding herself burning hotter with shame as outside the night seemed to be fading towards early morning instead of late evening.

She fixed the buttons up her top, jostling her breasts back into the scoops of her bra cups as her hips shimmied back into her soaked panties and her pungent slacks. She could smell herself on the air, the thick musk of need, but she tried to tell herself it'd fade.

The sweat on her face, streaking through her fur, she could do nothing about it but free her hair from its loose ponytail and muse it around the frame of her face in the hopes it'd hide her flushed, needy expression.

Ahazu's body rocked into the nun, slamming her into the altar over and over as her cunt sucked him in. By now, her walls were stretched. Her orgasms felt the tightest on him, so he fucked right into her g-spot and rubbed a thumb constantly over her clitoris, driving her to that peak over and over again so she would clench and spasm around his dick in a sort of pleading massage for him to cum.

Breathing coming in hard barks of air, Ahazu grabbed onto the nun's legs, using them now to yank her into him, fucking into her with a sort of final rapid burst of speed to milk the final shreds of his own lust out for the night. Her veil began to slip more up her forehead, revealing more of her bouncing curls to flare around her face as he fucked her, pounding into her with her leg to pull her cunt back around him each time.

Cum shot over the nun's body, staining her veil and running over her plump lips. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open to catch his salted flavor. She drooled and slurped around her mouth to catch his taste on her while the scent of his musk clouded around her. Ahazu just let out a grunted moan and thrust back into her tunnel.

"Oh, Amelia... This cunt... it's finally losing that virginal feeling," he moaned out, realizing that after hours of pounding into her walls weren't squeezing quite so neatly onto him with each thrust. "But, I'm not done with it yet."

Globs of his seed dribbled over her tits and pooled between them and in the lowest center point of her stomach. He streamed himself over her thighs and into the tangles of her curls, emptying load after load into her cunt and over her frame until even his body felt tired and the sheep was mostly limp beneath him, just babbling out her delight.

"More, yes... Cover me.. Yes... Y-yes.." Her words streamed together, slurring and fading without the energy to enunciate them. Only then, with her body drained and the incubus sated, did he pull his cock dripping and hot out from her stretched hole.

He slid off the altar with a soft grunt, moving over and cleaning his wet cock into the girl's open lips as her tongue lulled and slurped him off best she could with her peaking exhaustion. He pumped into the warm embrace of her mouth and swirled his dick into the tender walls of her cheeks and against her slick tongue. "Mmm... almost want to start all over again..." His fingers found her tit, squeezing hard on the bruising tissue. He thrust into her throat a few times, letting her drool around his cock in her attempts to suckle on the length. "Alas though, I'd hate to be here for Sunday service, they are so boring, after all."

Then, he dried himself of her spit in the folds of her traditional habit's veil. Smearing away her spit into the material left his cock fresh as when he arrived.

"Until next time, Amelia..."

"Fuck!" Murphy thought, scrambling for her gun. It suddenly occurred to her lust-addled brain that this would be her chance! He was going to leave and now she couldn't miss him. She could stop these crimes for good!

The incubus started to head down the aisle, a swagger in his step as the warmth of a fresh coitus hung over him. As he reached only a few pews from her hiding place, Murphy dropped to her feet with her eyes sparkling brightly. "Stop! You!"

Ahazu jumped at the sight of her, actually surprised by the sudden appearance of the sweaty golden canine in front of him. He stopped for a moment until he saw the gleaming silver of the gun in her hand, pointed right at him.

"You're under arrest for sexual assault!" Murphy barked, stepping out into the aisle, but then the incubus broke into a run. His nude body, though just having spent an entire evening fucking, moved with the energy of an average human. He dropped into a full strided sprint, lunging towards the church's main doors.

"Stop! I'm a cop! You're under arrest!" Murphy yelled, trailing behind him, but her legs were wobbling and tired while he was fast.

She stopped at the end of the aisle, leveling her gun and taking aim. The trigger depressed under her finger with a loud, echoing bang through the open space and the bullet raced through the air, whizzing right into the flesh of the incubus's shoulder with a crackle of bone. "Awah!" he yelped. "Bloody hell!"

But even with a spurt of blood, he yanked open the doors and slipped into the rising sunrise. Murphy dashed after on her weak legs, but when she reached the sidewalk, he was already gone from sight, slipped into some alley to make his way out of there.

"Dammit!" Murphy cursed and took in a long breath before she returned to the church, yanking her phone out and heading to tend to her friend while she dialed in the call to the station: "I've got a crime scene. He's struck again. This time I saw him."

**

"Murph,' what the hell happened?" The arriving officer looked at her with his eyes wide at the sight of the nun, now wrapped in an extra sheet from one of the other room's of the church and sitting up on the edge of the altar with a bottle of water.

Murphy let out a long sigh, scratching her head. "I came here for some guidance, I was so worn out of this case and I heard her cry out. When I came in, I saw him." Tyler nodded, trying to keep a neutral looking face during her story, but he couldn't help as his eyes rose with hopeful surprise. He gripped onto his notepad a bit harder, eager for the details that might help them break this case wide open.

"But, when I demanded he stop, he ran." Visible, Tyler's shoulders deflated, losing some of his hope. He knew, already, that Murphy hadn't caught the guy, but some part of him still hoped she'd reveal their big break! "I took a shot, hit his shoulder, but I couldn't catch him."

"When did you get here?" The officer's eyebrow raised, finding some confusion in her story. Clearly, the woman in front of them now was not in a state to cry out, but he didn't press that for now. His heart was hammering with the hope that Murphy had figured something out. Some confusion was okay as long as she had something tangible. "Well, what did he look like? Describe him. We'll get a sketch artist later, but just to get the details out."

"He was red," Murphy took a breath as her eyes were crossed and focused with memory. "Not bright red, more like a dusty red and was completely naked." Tyler's eyes somehow grew wider. He stared at Murphy with dumbstruck confusion, that she didn't notice. She hadn't even faltered in her recount, just still rattling off careful details.

"He was quite tall, but not abnormally so, he'd blend into a taller population of humans, but he had wings. Like bat wings, but not furry. They were fleshy, leathery?" Now the canine met the offier's eyes, looking at him for some response to her account, but she noticed that his pen was still hovering over the paper's surface and he hadn't made a single mark.

"Wings, what? Murphy. Very funny, I'm happy we've got a lead too, but give me the details before you start celebrating." He rolled his eyes and nodded at her. "Now go, details."

"I-I am." Murphy looked at him, meeting her colleagues eyes with a stern look. "He was red. With wings. And horns."

"Uh... Murphy?"

Her eyes were bright and serious. Tyler recognized that look, she wasn't joking. "Fuck," he thought to himself, glancing over with the hope that some other officers had arrived by now. He gave them a tight looked lip, passing on his disappointment without a word. They didn't understand, but the hope raising their stances fizzled away and their shoulders deflated into the same heavy lean they'd had for weeks. "She thinks this is for real..."

"Okay, describe him," the jackal said and dutifully took notes while the sergeant described the demon.

**

"That little tart!" The incubus cursed, hunched over in his usual nude state while two girls tended to his shoulder. A long haired persian cat was bathing it with a rag stained dark with blood while her small pink tongue jutted out of the corner of her mouth with sharp concentration.

At the same time, a slender wolf was licking at his face, trying to comfort him while she pressed her full, ample chest into him with a tickle of the thick fur that puffed up there. "Surely, master. She was just a little mortal."

The feline dunked her rag clean in a soapy bowl beside her and squeezed the extra water away, carefully dabbing away a fresh layer of blood while she peered into the wound with a small pair of triceps between her dainty fingers, searching for more debris from the bullet's path through the bone. As she squinted, her nude body swayed side to side with her long, fluffy tail swaying side to side.

"Exactly, that's why she shouldn't have done that!" He glanced at the servants, shaking his head. Their eyes were wide, not understanding. They just wanted to tend to his needs.

The wolf rolled her hips against his knee, grinding her puffy lower lips to him with a slow lick up his muzzle. "Never mind her," she crooned in his ear with obvious, practiced seducation, but he wasn't really engaging with her. He pretended to with one hand idly rubbing one plump asscheek though his forehead was crinkled still with annoyance and his tail revealed the flickering anger he still felt at being shot by some mere mortal cop!

"Shall we run a bath for you?" The kitten interjected, nodding towards another room of the basement space. The incubus gave a small nod, glancing at the rapidly closing wound with a cursory look while he nodded, "Very well. It will be a nice distraction from this annoyance."

The bullet sat in a small dish to the side, already removed, and he plucked it up between two slender fingers as his eyes focused on it, though really his thoughts were far away. "This was a big mistake, little cop. I do not like mortals who mess around in my games nor do I like this wound-" He glanced again and the hole in his shoulder was now a puckered scab that was fading at the edges into a bruise at a fast pace.

"I will get revenge on you. You will bend to me. Bow to me. I will have you for myself and you'll regret having done this."

A large grin spread over his lips, flashing those sharp teeth as he began to rise to the sound of rushing water.

"Actually, once I'm done with you, you won't regret it at all. You'll beg for more-"

**

"Murphy!" A sharp shout madde Murphy jump to her senses. Her hand flashed to her side where her holster was usually strapped around one girthy thigh, but when she found nothing her eyes went wide and she looked up to see the smooth, simplistic inside of the local Starbucks with an annoyed barista hefting up a coffee with her name scribbled across the side: "Merfy."

She rose with her heart still thumping in her chest a bit fast as she collected her coffee with a quickly muttered apology and headed outside onto the patio where warm, afternoon sun bathed abandoned patio furniture. At only noon, the coffee shop was between the rush of commuters getting their fix and freelancers staking out their spots for working in the afternoon. For now, it was eerily still in Murphy's morning.

She hated it.

"That fucker-" Murphy thought to herself, cursing at the memory still looping through her head of just an hour prior.

"Murphy? Will you come to my office please?"

"Yes, sir." Murphy nodded to the bear behind the large desk before she sat in the smaller chair in front, folding her hands. "What is it, Adler?"

"How are ya' feelin' Murph'?" He asked, eyes softening as he leaned over the desk, studying her with the softest expression she'd ever seen him portray.

"I'm fine. It was a rough night, but we've finally got a lead." She started to rise from her seat. "If that was all, I'm going to go put out some bulletins-"

"Actually Murphy, I think you shouldn't do that..." Adler took in a long breath, letting out a heaving exhale of his large, furred chest. "I think it'd be best if you went home, rested up."

"I already slept some. I'm ready for a day's work-"

"Murphy..." He shook his head. "I mean, maybe for the week, huh? Make sure you're not just a bit shaken from your friend-"

"Are you sending me home? A-are you punishing me?" Murphy stood up now, eyes wide.

"No. We just think you maybe need a break, get your bearings back around you."

"A break? When we finally have a lead?"

"Your lead is a demon, Murphy. We can't take that to the Chief. We can't ask Chicago to keep their eyes peeled for that. It'd cause a panic, even if it was the real perp... You need to go home and rest until your head settled back down, okay?"

"Take a break... Take a break.... What kind of break is this?! It's not like I'm relaxing out here!" She lifted her coffee, but shook her head and set it down. "What does he expect me to do? Just... sit around and wait till they realize I'm not crazy!?"

She lifted her coffee to her lips, taking a long swig. "Unless..." the caffeine was starting to soothe her percolating headache and sent a little rush to her mind. Her eyes went out of focus towards the distance, staring at the street of people commuting to their jobs. She felt sidelined here with a hot coffee and nothing to do. "Unless I am a bit crazy..."

**

"There's nothing there, Murphy..." she hissed to herself, trying to keep her eyes from pulling to the window for the eighth time in the last half hour. The side of her neck, where the muscles were constantly tensed, throbbed with a dull ache building from her jumpiness all night long. Every twitch of her eyes to the side tensed her neck and sent a twang of complaint down the length of the strained muscles. Even so, she couldn't fight the feeling that someone was there, but she'd already circled around the hallway of her apartment complex and checked every lock with her personal side arm hovering at her thigh at the ready the entire time.

"You're just being paranoid," she told herself, but her eyes did a small, sneaky check to the nearby kitchen window to see only the darkness of her second story apartment with a faint pulse from her neck. "Maybe... I just need to go to bed-"

For a second, her eyes danced over to the open doorway of her bedroom, moving towards it with a wanting look, though it wasn't tiredness that had her longing for the surface of her mattress. Instead, she felt a tingling warmth down the length of her body that begged for touch.

She lifted off her seat, dumping her plate into the sink with a clatter before she padded towards the bedroom. Her bare feet made a soft pap-pap footstep sound with each motion forward as the soft leathery pads under her digits met to the hard tile. Her finger tips grazed down over her covered collarbones with a soft caress, starting to undo the buttons of her uniform top one by one. The buttons slipped out of their small holds with the smallest push of her fingertip, letting her trapped breath seem to slow more and more with each new release.

This touch. This slipping sensation of her shirt starting to yawn open a bit was the first thing that acted to distract her mind from its paranoid glances and churning worries. The skim of her fingertips had her skin already tingling.

She moved steadily, slowly revealing the downy fur of her bosom that faded from the rich golden yellow of her arms and into a creamy white shade down the center of her frame. Each new inch she exposed, her fingertips glided over with a welcoming touch along with the cool rush of the bedroom's air touching her bare fur without the buffer of her top covering them. Her breasts were spilling forward, testing the limits of her simple lace, black bra that cupped up beneath them.

For a moment, her chin tipped down to look at her own chest, observing the bounty of her own tits spilling against the fabric. The curves pushed right up against the lining of her bra and forced it to yawn out against her soft fur, as though silently telling her it couldn't hold onto her much longer. She bit at her lip, softly tugging the loose bit of her lips before her fingertips raced over the top of the soft, satin-y fluff there. "Mmm..." Her breath buzzed in her mouth with a sigh, trying to suppress the rising arousal that was building in her body, but it seemed touching herself was the only thing that pushed her paranoia out of her head long enough to relax at all.

As she rounded into the bedroom, she let the shirt slip completely off her shoulders. The fabric caught for a brief moment on the curvature of her shoulders before she shook, jostling her breasts and guiding it off the shape of her upper body. As the arms rolled down off her, the top fell onto the floor, leaving only her bra on top as her fingers slid idly up her stomach, as though scratching an itch, but then her fingers continued to slide upwards as she went until they caressed up over the underside of her breasts.

"Mmm..." A sigh puttered out of her lips as she melted under her own touch, compressing her breast slowly against her chest. "Mmm...." A long moan sputtered out, escaping as her fingers continued to press into her body. Idly, rather mindlessly, one hand continued to drop to her waistline to undo the button of her pants. She undid them, wriggling her hips to drop the pants down the curves of her body before she kicked them towards the laundry basket against the wall.

The loose legs of her trousers flopped against the floor, not making it over the side of the hamper to fall into their targeted location. Murphy didn't noticed though. Her eyes, already heavy and half-lidded, were gazing down at her own body to the swell of her breasts as they rose and fell with each inhale and exhale. Her nails curled in atop her fingertips, tracking small trails through the fur of her bosom. "Rurr...." Some throaty sigh rumbled out from the back of her throat, escaping her and breaking the silence of the room as her knees bumped into the soft edge of the mattress.

Blindly, she turned around, facing her ass to the bedding as she bent and fluidly peeled away her socks and flicked them absently towards her hamper to join her pants just short on the carpeting. Without them, the canine was left just in her undergarments that were devoid of the stark professionalism of her cop's uniform and bore more of the femininity that she usually kept hidden away.

The bra's edges were careful, intricate black lace that drew patterns over top of the contrasting white fur of the female's tits while the panties matched perfectly in a replication of lace around the curvature of her waist. The fabric hugged the shape of her full hips before a small bow sat above the swollen mound of her sex, marking the line above her clit.

She sunk into a seated position on the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle off as she gazed across the carpeting at herself reflected back in a floor length mirror. Her head tilted to the side, one ears perking up with curiosity as she tracked the movements of her own fingertips gliding down her form.

They roamed up over the tensed muscle of her smooth front where the slightest softness of her body muted the strength of her abdominals. Then, she caressed the curves of her breasts hefty underside, grabbing at the container of her bra roughly, impatiently though something slowed her past just stripping down. She was performing for herself, drinking in her own scent of thick arousal on the air and finally not looking outside the windows any longer.

One hand staying back on her breast, kneading it like soft prepared dough, her opposite hand fell down the shape of her body and tracked back over the rivers drawn through her fur towards the covered mound of her cunt hidden behind a thin layer of satin panties.

Her nail ran over the line of her lower lips, hunting deftly out the nub of her clit waiting there under the buffering barrier, but she shied away from it for now, cupping her hand over her entire mound with a pressing squeeze. "Mmph-"

Head lolling back, Murphy let out a long sigh that sputtered from her lips rapidly, shuffling the loose tendrils of hair escaping from its tied up shape. One hand tugged the band holding it, freeing the loose curls to fall around her face while she scratched at her neck, following her body's natural form right back to grab at the band of her panties.

"Mmmm..." she growled out with impatience at herself, as though fighting some other power for the allowance to touch herself. Her eyes were heavy and nearly closed in the grip of this fantasy, hesitating a few moments longer while her body leaned from her seated position to lounge back on the pillows of her bed.

Head back, her fingers found her slit once more and this time sought out the pulsing nub of her clit with a swirling touch. Her nail started to rub over the bud, eagerly starting to torment herself through the thin buffer of her panties. Her eyes were entirely shut now, ignoring the glow of her bedside lamp and the pale silvery gleam of the moon streaming in through her bedroom's window.

Instead, she focused entirely on the sensation of her touch as she tried to soothe the rushing sensation of need inside her body. Her lips hung open, caught in an exhale while she started to rub more steadily, purposefully up and down the length of her lower lips, returning each time to the swollen form of her clit twitching under her underwear.

"Ooh..."

Her breath puffed out with a sudden pop, breaking the quiet of the room once more as she felt her back arching to push herself up towards her fingers with growing impatience. She felt her heart racing, pounding inside her chest with a steady, building pace as blood rushed to her groin, swelling her puffy lips beneath the cage of her satin panties.

Her teeth grabbed at her bottom lip, tugging in a bite as her hips rolled on the bed, squirming with a deep set need inside her. Like an itch she couldn't scratch, the touch over her panties wasn't satisfying her need to be touched. Her opposite hand, still on her tit, grabbed her so hard the knuckles were fading to white beneath her fur and her fingers felt distant and numb, yet still the touch didn't seem to satisfy the urge to be grabbed.

"Mmph-" she hissed, yanking at the straps of her bra quickly and unceremoniously pulled them down her shoulders while she wrestled both arms out from their hold so the cups that held her could fall away. Her tits, bouncing free, were flushed and warm to the touch when both hands scooped up around them, starting to grope and knead instantly.

Flushed with heat, Murphy's cheeks glowed with her blush while her voice started to grow from little whimpering grunts to full moans merely from the touch of her fingers grabbing over the hard nub of her stiff nipples. Her voice caught in the back of her throat, bursting out in wet little cries of impatient, insatiable lust.

"Unf...Unf...." Her thighs were squirming on the pillows when Murphy's voice broke with a whimpering, pleading moan. They tightened on her pussy, stretching out till her legs tensed the muscles of her pelvis, but no position brought her relief. Her clit, swollen under her panties, pulsed with each passing second.

"Ah fuck-" she cursed and grabbed onto her panties suddenly, gripping either side of her hips where the band was embellished with gentle lace patterns. With a fluid yank, she pulled the garment down the entire length of her thighs, revealing her lower lips with a rush of the bedroom's air, only faintly cool on her flushed fur.

Cunt exposed to her fingers, two digits dove down into the wet slit, starting to rub up and down along the crease of her body from the nub of her clit and curling against her eagerly yawning opening. Her breath washed out, blooming her exhales into moans while the soft grazing touch of her fingers only made her body long for something more substantial.

It was only seconds before her groping shifted into a finger sliding into her tightly squeezing cunt. One finger rapidly became two while her arching back drove her eager cunt up to every thrust. The thickness of her fingers felt like nothing with the amount of lubrication leaking out of her horny body, none of it from the bottle stashed in her little bedside stand. Her eyes were far away, closed to a passionate blindness while her fingers tried to sate her throbbing cunt.

Within minutes, she had four fingers buried inside her and curses on her lips as she tried to seek out relief.

Within hours, the top layer of her duvet was soaked through with her leaking, sloppy cum and sweat stuck her fur in strange patterns atop her forehead and her cunt still ached with need. Her fingers were asleep, tingling and weak, but she couldn't settle down. Her hips were still squirming, writhing and humping into a pillow with a mindless, needy urge.

"God, I need to get laid," she thought, warming her fingers up for another round.

**

"Murphy? Murphy?" A soft, crooning voice drew the attention of the sleeping dog. She woke with a groggy haze hanging around her while the sun's late brightness splashed through the window, spilling bright light around the room.

"Murphy, I'm not done with you..." The voice grew rough, deeper as she turned, her vision suddenly filling with the rich, red tone of the incubus's skin. His body, still nude, towered over the edge of her bed putting his cock right at her eye level where she lay still exhausted and groggy atop the mattress.

She looked up, eyes going wide as she saw his horns curling out from the smooth lacks of his long, shiny hair and the glint of her fang-like sharp teeth sticking out from his smirk. "Did you really think you could nap through my visit? Escape me with sleep?"

He shuffled closer, starting to smear the flared head of his cock of her lips with a steady movement forward until he was plunging himself into the hot heat of her gulping mouth. He tasted salty, tinged with musk while her nose buried against his groin and nuzzled over the skin of her pelvis and he fucked into her mouth.

Murphy didn't even hesitate, just moaned around his cock and let him take her.

"Yeah, what a good little slut. It was fun to play cop wasn't it, but now it's good to remember where you belong, on the bed sucking my cock. Is that right, Murphy?"

"Murphy?"

"Murphy?"

Murphy suddenly jolted away, eyes flickering open to the sight of her next door neighbor's kind, weathered face. The owl's feathers were rustled slightly as he jostled lightly on the dog's shoulder. "Murphy? I was worried something had happened, your lights are all on and you're very late for work!"

"Oh Bert..." Murphy shifted in bed, awkwardly pulling her blanket in tighter to her body as she realized her nudity and the puddle of cum pooling between her thighs atop her sheet as she looked up at her aged neighbor who always kept watch of the other tenants in the apartment building without his own children close enough anymore to pester. "The boss told me to take some time... I must have fallen asleep with the lights going..."

"You'll rack up the electricity bill that way! It's already so high these day- Wait, take some time?" The owl had stepped back from the bed, giving her some space, but his face was still tensed with concern. "That's not like you."

"Well, the most recent attack was a friend..." Murphy explained, not offering any more details than that.

"Ah yes. The news has been chattering about that all morning!"

"Another one?" Murphy's heart sank. He was out attacking more women while she laid at home dreaming of him!?

"No, no. There's been nothing new! They are baffled at it!"

"No attack?" Murphy clutched her blanket a bit tighter to her chest, wondering for a moment if she remembered her where her night ended and her dream began. Sheepishly she adjusted her sticky thighs, but she shook away that concern. "I would have remembered such a thing," she told herself, though it nagged at her that truly she wouldn't, the other victims hadn't.

"That's good..." she drawled finally, giving Bert a strangely tense look that seemed to remind him he was invading on her bedroom.

"Well, sorry I used the key! I just wanted to check in and make sure the alarm hadn't failed ya!" Bert shuffled towards the door, giving her a wave goodbye before leaving her back in the silent, still privacy of her lonely apartment.

"What a night..." she muttered to herself, peeling her blankets down her body and starting to ball up her sheet as her feet found the floor. "I guess it's a shower and laundry for me today..."

**

With fresh sheets on the bed, Murphy spent her night dirtying them again. This time, she'd dug out every dildo she'd every been gag-gifted or purchased herself. None of them felt right or enough, but she tried.

She fucked herself until her arm went numb, then she found one with an oversized suction-cup and pumped herself backwards to it on the wall until her thighs were trembling and weak, too tired to move her back onto the cock any longer. Even then, shaking with lingering orgasms, her cunt still pulsed with need.

"Why am I so horny?" she whimpered, resting her chin on the sheets smeared with her sweat and cum. She fell asleep before she could think up a response.

When she woke in the middle of the night, the cock had slipped from the wall, still buried inside her body, and she just continued to masturbate as the sun started to rise on the far edges of the horizon.

"Un... Uh...Unf...Uh...Uh-" Her breath hooked in her throat, moans blossoming out as mere breathing wasn't enough to relieve the tension in her body. Every her freshly rested body was tinged with exhaustion from her night before, but her hand clamped onto the dildo's base tighter and continued to slam it up into her stretching sex. "Harder! Harder! Harder!' she yelped into the air, desperately trying to fantasize something more to tip her over the edge. Each second her room echoed with the wet shluck of her body taking the next hard thrust and her own voice blossoming out with a cry, but even as the sun rose, she couldn't find relief.

Orgasms broke over her with the sunrise, but her raw throat warbling with a moan that just let right back into gasping for more.

Droplets of cum leaked onto her thighs, running down the sides of the dildo while she smeared its slick base off and readjusted her grip, ready for another round without a pause between them.

She only found herself stopping when her stomach growled out for food around noon.

**

**

The phone beside Murphy suddenly came to life with a shrill, trilling scream that jolted her out of her dazed staring. Her eyes were on the fading sunlight in her window, tracking time till night fell with a distant look in her eyes.

BriiiiiiIIiiiiiing! BriiiiiIIIIiiiing! the phone demanded, shrieking beside her with a shattering amount of nose that pierced the silence of the apartment and broke her stare.

"What the-?" she yelped, grabbing onto the phone and rapidly tapping for the answer button.

"Hello?" she intoned, voice surprised and breathy as she raised the phone up to one cocked ear and listened carefully, catching a rushed murmuring through the speaker and the rustling of motion. "Murphy? Murphy it's you!?"

For a second, the canine struggled to place the voice. The soft, lilting tone sounded so out of place in Murphy's most recent days just talking to the pizza delivery boy and the coffee shop barista on either ends of her nights spent vigorously masturbating.

"Murphy? Are you there?" The voice came again, crackling with a rush of breath that hissed through the phone's speakers before Murphy's eyes popped with recognition.

"Makayala?" she responded, recognizing the doe's voice from the police station now, though she'd never heard her sound so strange and rushed before. "What's up? Do you need something?" More ambient noise flooded the phone speaker, crackling into the dog's ear as she tried to listen for her friend's voice. Her ears were both standing now while the fur down the entire length of her neck rose to attention, triggered out of nervousness from all the strange gobbled sounds behind the deer's voice on the call.

"Can you meet me?"

Murphy's eyes flickered over to the oven, glancing at the small digital time display on top of it to check if it was as late as it felt. It was only 9:00 in the evening, but that still seemed an odd time to set something up. "Now?"

"Yeah, now. Right away. Can you? Can you meet me?" Rustling washed over the phone's microphone, flooding the line with crinkling noises. "It's important. I need you to come meet me."

Murphy rose from her seat, standing on ready toes on the tiled floor of her kitchen with the phone pressed to her ear. Her friend's voice, the warbling in her tone and the strange background sounds had her on edge. Nothing about this call seemed normal.

"Is everything all right? You sound off, 'Kay." Murphy's forehead was wrinkled with concern as she started to pace over her small kitchen, already starting to feel herself being pulled towards the door, wanting to just rush to her friend's aid.

"No, no. It's fine. It's all fine. I just- I need you to come meet me-"

"Okay," Murphy interjected. "Your place?" She bent with the phone, snagging her shoes and starting to wriggle her feet down into them.

"No-No. Not my place. Across town. I'll give you the address," Makayla let out a long, breathy sound and seemed to clench the phone harder as her voice grew very loud. "Will you come, Murphy? Will you!?"

"A-are you at a bar? Need a ride?" Murphy was already grabbing at her coat, pulling one arm in at a time while she juggled the phone in her free hand. "I'll come get you. Just tell me where to go, but if it's serious it'd be faster to call the dispatcher-"

"No cops!" Makayla blurted rapidly, the words nearly spitting out of her mouth. "You are NOT to contact the rest of the police, just... just meet me, okay? Don't tell anyone else, but come meet me."

Murphy's tail flickered with rising anxiety. "Nothing about this sounds good..." she thought to herself, yet she knew she wouldn't be leaving her friend alone in trouble. If Makayla was mixed up in something, Murphy would just have to help her out.

"Ookay... Makayala. You're okay. I won't call anyone else. Just tell me where to go okay?"

Makayla prattled off an address that didn't have any significance with Murphy. In fact, she wasn't entirely sure where it was, but she promised to head there right away while she closed the door to her apartment and swung down the hall, heading to her car on the street.

"Okay. Just hurry, Murphy-" Then, with a click the line went dead and Murphy was left with nothing but the scribbled address in her hand and a sinking feeling of suspicion in her stomach.

As she drove, the feeling in Murphy's gut only grew worse. The lights that sent their orange glow over the darkening streets grew less and less frequent. The buildings were decreasingly lit at well, creating an overall sensation of growing, spreading darkness as she drove towards the address Makayla had given her, following the instructions coming from the phone's GPS for each turn.

"Whatever this is..." she said aloud to no one but herself, "It cannot be good."

When she reached the address, the phone intoned that she'd arrived just before she clicked it off and silence settled over them save for the distance calls of police sirens and the echoing of a distant engine rolling over.

"This is not a good neighborhood..." Murphy muttered, turning from her car door towards the building, seeing no signs of life from its outside appearance. It didn't look like anyone had lived inside it for years, let alone even the twenty minutes since Makayla had called.

The door was partially ajar and covered with slats of wood hammered over what were presumably holes from gunshots while the brick walls were in crooked shambles with random holes in them letting a glimpse into the darkness inside. A glance up revealed that the ceiling was even worse off with a massive, splintered hole through the wooden covering that let the streaming moonlight provide meager illuminated into the decrepit old spot.

Murphy sighed and pulled her gun, letting it hover at her side as she headed in, both shoulders tensed for whatever lay inside. With a firm kick, the door swung open with a groaning creak, revealing a figure in the center of the spilling silver light from the moon above in the center of the cement-poured floor.

"You-" Murphy hissed, spotting the familiar face of the incubus who had haunted her dreams for days since she'd wounded him. Instinctively, she looked to his arm, expecting to see some sign of the injury she'd inflicted, but instead his pale red skin was smooth and unmarred.

"What? Expect to see a boo-boo?" Ahazu smirked, flashing her his gleamingly sharp teeth. For a moment, realizing he'd already healed completely from a gunshot, Murphy felt a heavy sinking sensation in her stomach until she noticed the familiar face of the deer who'd placed the call swam beneath his. She was leaning on her knees in front of his bare feet while he sat in a dusty, aged armchair, smiling. The deer tipped her face up, a glowing smile radiating from her. "Oh Murphy!" she exclaimed, but instead of running to Murphy's cover, she turned to the nude demon before her.

Murphy's eyes went wide, fingers spreading at her side with a confused gesture. "What is she doing? She didn't call me here for help?" the canine thought, though she already knew the answer.

"Master? Can I have my reward now? I brought you the doggy." Her eyes went wide, showing him adorably, wanton pleading for a moment as her nude breasts rubbed into his calves. "Please?"

For a moment, Ahazu just chuckled, meeting Murphy's eyes were she froze in place in the doorway. Her gun was still raised, locked onto the demon, but she didn't make any move to discharge it. Instead, she just trembled in place with her eyes fiercely glowing. Keeping her stare, the incubus reached down, slowly sliding his long, dark nails over the young cop girl's body, caressing over the deer's slender, perky tits before he tweaked a nipple. "Yes, yes... You've earned it."

"Oh!" A little gasp of happiness slipped from the girl's mouth before she bent in a fiercely lewd gulp down the demon's cock, drawing him fully into her throat without a single pause. The bulge of his length, pushing out against her neck, showed plainly outlined in her soft cream fur, but she just let out a gargled moan around his girth and continued her service.

Her lips sunk down his length, hugging tight to the flesh as she suckled up and down him as though trying to glean the most of his flavor that she could get. As she did this, his scent rubbed into her hair, clouding his musk around her in an intoxicating cocktail of sweat and manly lust.

"Oh God, Makayala..." Murphy thought, her eyes momentarily locked onto her friend's lewd display before she realized that the longer she looked the hotter she seemed to feel behind the back edge of her shirt as her neck flushed with a warm blush. She diverted her gaze, staring at the incubus's glowing red eyes. "What do you want?" she demanded, voice hard as she started to see more motion behind the incubus.

She realized he wasn't alone with Makayla, but that his entire harem seemed to be here. The familiar face of the young teen gazelle she'd interviewed months ago was crawling on the back side of the arm chair with her face streaked with dried cum locked into her fur while unfamiliar faces were hovered on either side, groping their breasts with idle arousal at the sight of their master's cock glistening with spit. A wolf girl ground into the butt of a slender feline while a busty older woman lapped around her clit, though her ass jutted up towards the incubus, giving him a place to put his feet up atop the round of her plump butt.

Then, as the figure stepped into the moon's falling light, Murphy recognized her mentor and friend, the nun though her habit was nothing but a small scrap clinging to her now and instead her full nude body was on display, bruised on the knees. Her hair had lost most of its curls, but it still framed around her face where her eyes were glossy and distant.

"What have you done to these girls? These women?" Murphy demanded, waving her gun up to attention, voice echoing around the open building.

"Them?" Ahazu looked around him, starting to shake with laughter. It washed through his chest, shaking him back against the chair he lounged in. "They are all here of their own accord! I've not trapped them! Only invited them! You see, once you give in, you don't lie to yourself and try to leave... why would they torture themselves that way?"

"Honestly," Ahazu continued with his horns glinting beneath the shifting moon lights while his long hair seemed to cast shadows across the smooth floor. "I'm impressed you've resisted me so long. I thought a single day with such yearning would have you begging for true relief, but instead you seemed content to go mad more slowly..." He snickered. "Though, it's not as though you've resisted enough to be functional, have you?"

Murphy's mind flashed to yesterday when she hadn't left her bed except to get the pizza she'd ordered before she went right back to humping the massive dildo she'd stuck to the wall, with pizza sauce dripping onto her breasts. A dark red blush started to glow through the fur of her cheeks, but she set her jaw in a hard line, revealing no other sign of her response.

"Mmm, even now... so defiant." The incubus sighed, licking over his lips with a long, slender tongue. "It's just... delicious watching someone so strong break." His fingers reached out, finding the stretched hole of the nun as his fingers dipped inside, instantly drawing out an incomprehensible babbling of pleasure as he idly began to fuck into the dripping entrance. "You see though, even the strongest wills break for me. Just look at your friend, once a servant of the Lord and now..." His gaze moved over to her, raising his wet fingers to her lips where she suckled them clean, licking away her own mess. "Now, she's only for me to use."

"You see it's your time too, Murphy. To give in. To submit." He met her stare with his own smoldering red look with a long, silent stare. Without his voice, the building was filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of Makayla at his feet, still suckling around his cock while the rest of his harem inter tangled with each other in a sort of needful, desperate attempt at some relief with each other.

"Submit to me and I'll make it feel all better," Ahazu crooned. "You'll finally feel finished..."

Murphy's cheeks started to grow hotter. The glow from her embarrassment wasn't staying hidden beneath her fluffy, golden fur, but instead seemed to glow out from it, tinging the fur with a slight red hue at the base while it spread down her neck and to her chest. Her entire body seemed to be growing hotter, warming at the sound of the incubus's voice and the smell of his sex in the air.

"I know how you've been struggling. Days feeling empty. Feeling frustrated. Clenching down on nothing inside of you, squirming and hoping for a pinch in that cute cunt. Oh how needy you've been, Murphy..." Ahazu clicked his tongue, expressing disappointment. "Yet still, you didn't seek me out. So strong-willed."

"Well, you didn't seek me out... consciously." He snickered, flashing his teeth. "In your dreams though you ran to me, screamed for me. Oh how you dreamed..."

Murphy felt a sudden smack into her back as she waited for her morning coffee. Her ass was suddenly in someone's hands as strong fingers kneaded over her pants, not waiting for a response. Instead, the person behind her just kept pushing her until she flopped down over the ordering counter of the local Starbuck's as her chest smacked down into the smooth wood, bouncing against it and them squishing back towards her.

"Oooh...." she whimpered, writhing back towards the strong grip on her rump.

"Here you are... ordering coffee," he growled, suddenly filling her ears with the rich, rough texture of his voice. "What a silly waste of time when all you really want is to be fucked. No one is going to fuck you here. Not that any of these mortals would satisfy. If they could, you would have already bent over this counter for them, let each and every one dip into this hole-" A finger nudged to her sex, forcing her legs to spread so he could manhandle her over her pants. "But no, you know the only one who will is me and you've been waiting for me to come take what's mine."

He leaned closer, putting his wet lips right against the nape of her neck before he bit down, nipping up towards her ear. "Well, now I'm going to."

Murphy shook her head violently, clearing the memory of the dream flashing back through her mind and trying to refocus on the incubus. Her forehead felt clammy as her hand swiped over it, brushing her loose hairs out of the way as her eyes fixed down the line of her gun.

"-You were such a desperate little slut every night, too stubborn to admit it in the day only to go all night wishing for it." He snickered again, seeing how Murphy's thighs were quivering together. They quaked with the building need in her body, but her jaw was set so strongly with such determination.

"Oh no, even now... Even now you resist the truth, look at you. I can tell how horny you're getting, Murphy. I can see it on you how hot you feel, how the flush on your cheeks feels like fire and your crotch is just dripping with need, glueing those panties to your cunt. Your swollen, needy cunt that's just clenching and squeezing down on the nothing inside of you and pleading with you to put something there, to get filled up like the cock sleeve you are-"

Murphy's heart was racing through her head. Every beat sent a rush of her own coursing blood pounding past her ear. She could hardly think straight with the response of her body now. She felt every pulse of her clit like an electric shot up her spine as it pulsed with impatient, swollen want.

The incubus's taunting only made it worse, but now his voice was joined with others.

"Give in, Murphy... It's so much more fun this way... You can join us," Makayla whispered, looking at her friend while the tip of her tongue lapped up and down over the flared head of her master's cock. "I'll even share with you.... Come on, it's such a treat. Submit and join me."

Murphy's wrist where she held the gun was shaking, struggling to keep the focus to keep aiming at him. "Come on, Murphy. Come on. This is just like dealing with a killer. You just have to focus. Don't let him manipulate you."

"Murphy, I know for years I've guided you differently, but I was just kidding myself... A life of resistance is torment," The soothing voice of the nun was not fitted to be crooning such things to her, Murphy thought. Her voice was so familiar, so safe, yet she set her jaw in line and tried not to listen.

"Oh Murphy, how your torture yourself... Is that really what you want? To just leave here and go masturbate till you pass out again?" Ahazu chuckled. "As fun as it was to watch all those nights..." Murphy felt her cheeks growing hotter, realizing that maybe her instincts weren't so bad.

"I know you imagined someone was helping you and oh... sometimes I wanted to. I mean, it's hard to resist such a woman shouting to be fucked harder, fucked in the ass, fucked silly..." Ahazu's voice was throaty and broken with soft chuckling. "But I knew it'd be much better if you gave in all on your own and begged for me."

"I will never!" Murphy spat at him, though her cunt was dripping enough to have soaked through her panties by now and she could feel the chill of the fabric getting wet as it made its way on her pants now. She nearly felt weak from the amount of effort it took to continue standing in this state of arousal. She felt nearly dizzy with it, like she'd stood up here mid-orgasm to hold a conversation.

"Oh... a little lie, how fun." Ahazu snickered at her, rolling his eyes as one hand stroked down the younger cop girl's head, caressing over her hair as her throat bulged out around the girth of his cock pumping into it. "Why don't you just give in and admit how much you'd like to take Makayla's place?"

Her eyes pulled down, lingering for a moment on the way the deer's lips pulled out wide over his thick cock, stretching and sliding down the smooth flesh as her tongue slurped up his taste and the leaking droplets of her precum. She felt her throat contract with a gulp. "N-No. You're just talking out of your ass, trying to distract me from what I came here for, arresting you. Now stand up, put your hands behind your head, and shut up!"

Ahazu reached up, lazily stretching out his arms with a long, drawn out sigh as his shoulders released some of their tension before he crossed his fingers behind his neck, leaning back. "I'm a bit preoccupied," he gave his hips a firm buck to pop him deeper into the girl's throat. "Can I just do the hands up part?" His lips were pulled up into a cheeky grin while his eyes glimmered with red-hued amusement at her expense. This part of the game was such fun, watching her desperately trying to fight her own whims.

Even as she spoke, her eyes had wandered from the line of her gun's sight down towards his crotch where the base of his cock appeared from Makayla's lips every few seconds slick with saliva. Her knees were quivering together, knocking as she tried to press them together tight enough to squeeze some pressure on her throbbing, wanting sex. Every second she felt herself growing wetter, hotter, and more impatient for something inside her.

Yet, she tried to appear otherwise. "N-No! Stand up! Hands up! You're under arrest for the sexual assault of several women-"

"Assault?" Ahazu feigned injury, removing one of the hands from his neck to fan at his chin with mock insult. "Look at these women! None of them are restrained! They could all go as they please but instead-" For a moment, he pressed a finger to Makayla's forehead, pushing her slowly back till his cock sprung free of the hot insides of her mouth and instead bobbed in front of her, glimmering with her saliva.

"Master! No! Please! Let me! Let me suck your cock, mmm... please. I just love it... It tastes so good," Makayla let out a pathetic little whine, staring up at him with her large, pleading eyes as her tongue tried to stretch out and lick his tip as it hovered just out of her reach.

"Does she look as though she's being forced?" Ahazu studied Murphy's face, noticing how her cheeks grew darker in their pink color as her gaze fell onto his thick, veiny cock bobbing there in the air, like she just longed to swallow it down instead of her friend or rather jump atop it and feel the flared tip slam deep inside her squeezing, impatient hole.

"Oh Murphy! Please! Submit! Join me or he'll just keep torturing me to prove his point! Join me! Come taste him!" Makayla pleaded, whimpers breaking up her words as her nude body writhed on the rough concrete beneath her, smearing droplets of her leaking excitement onto the gray ground to glitter in the spotlighting moonlight.

"Yes, submit, Murphy. You're just being stubborn-" her mentor crooned, moving in closer to the incubus and starting to stroke over the chiseled definition of his chest with her finger tips careful caressing every inch. Her eyes stared down at him as she did, filled with the same bright eyed devotion as though she was lighting prayer candles for worship. "He'll break you just the same no matter how long you resist your desires... He will just keep offering all you need until you grow all too hungry for it."

"Yes, join us. Submit."

"The more the merrier..."

The other girls were starting to sidle in closer to their master. Soft fingertips ran down the hard, red body of the incubus as he lounged back still with both arms tucked up behind his neck in some frozen mockery of her position. They touched him eagerly, stroking down his frame and starting to rub their naked chests along his arms and back as they did, despite him ignoring them.

"Besides, can you even arrest me? Where is your badge?" Ahazu asked, voice lilting with an edge as he saw Murphy's eyes flared at him. "Oh come on, Murphy. You've already given that up for me, for yourself really to get what you wanted... why not give up a little more? Give up that stubborn resolve and come here, sate yourself..." His bright eyes glowed their fiery red, fixed onto the hard set of her lip. Yet, between her thighs, her pants were starting to darken as a small splotch of her leaking arousal soaked through the layer of her pants, proving just how little resolve she had remaining in that stubborn, fixed expression of hers.

Her knees started to wobble, slowly shaking her down towards the ground until she sank onto the concrete on her knees with her feet tucked behind her. A soft, pitiful whine left her lips, whispering out under her breath as she tried to fight the urge to give into him.

With a heave of her breasts, her arm holding the gun lowered to the ground, settling the hard metal onto the surface of the concrete with a soft ringing tone. Behind the echoing metallic sound of her gun, her breathing rasped out, faster and harsher on every intake. "I-I..."

Ahazu just smirked, showing of the bright white of his fangs as they sparked out from her tightly pulled lips. "I knew it..." He let out a soft snicker, shaking his head. "It's always the same.... So strong, yet so weak..." He looked up at her through his lashes, a bright grin spreading over his lips. "Stand for me, little cop."

Murphy's eyes slowly lifted from the ground, brushing over the gun where it rested on the concrete before she met the incubus's expectant stare. Then, with shivering steps, she rose back onto her feet with the wet splotch of her leaking sex growing ever larger over the front crotch of her pants.

"Show me what I've won today. Spin-" Ahazu flickered a finger in a little mime of a spin, showing off the long claws the stretched down the tip of his finger, tinged with dark red and black.

Slowly, Murphy started to turn her body in a parading spin for him. Though she still wore her regular street clothes, much of her body's overall form was captured through the buffer of the fabric.

Her full breasts, caught in the profile of her half-spun, heaved into the air. Clearly, her bra did a hefty job keeping them up and so perky when their volume wanted to bounce them down freely. Faintly, through the thin fabric of her shirt, the shape of the wired cups could be seen outlining her breasts through the material while the soft flesh filling the cups pressed into her shirt, wanting to spill out of the confines of the limiting garment. Ahazu licked his lips, awaiting the moment he'd free those tits to bounce into the open, chilled night air.

"Not just yet though..." he crooned to himself, savoring the anxious tremor in her body, now having given in, she was anticipating release right away, but that'd be all to nice for her. The incubus wanted to appreciate his prize.

She paused, half turned, peeking over one shoulder at the red-skinned being while her nipples, hard under the cups, poked lightly through her shirt even with the double layer as they ached and throbbed with the needed to be touched. Her body, caught in this half turn, showed the rounded plumpness of her ass in the tight hug of her buttoned up slacks while her breasts jutted out from her chest opposite.

"So ample... so fertile..." Ahazu whispered, stroking over one of the harem girl's head with quiet appreciation while the slurping sound of Makayla on his cock tempted the attention of his ears. "Give me... a little shake, hmm?"

Her cheeks darkening to a richer hue of red, Murphy gave her ass the slightest jiggle in response to his command, making the flesh ripple beneath the shaping of her pants. Her breasts too, though not on purpose, bounced ripely in her brassiere.

"Oh, such little effort..." Ahazu put on a pout. "I'm not sure if you've earned any attention..."

Instantly, without even another command, Murphy started to writhe and shake, giving her ass the full, juicy wriggling that he'd been after so that the soft flesh shook against her body. This moving, feeling the blood rush to her moving limbs, only made Murphy's cunt feel hotter as she longed for his approval.

"Better- now show me the rest," his finger flicked in the spinning motion again, urging her onwards in the tour of her body. Her backside and the full swell of her ass came into view, revealing the hourglass pinch of her waist above the flared shapeliness of her butt beneath. She continued turning, letting out the soft echoing sounds of her shoes hitting onto the floor to the harmony of lewd sounds in the otherwise abandoned building.

"Mmm... very good, but so... so many layers on." Ahazu met the canine's eyes, watching as the thick, bushy heft of her yellow tail started to flicker to life behind her ass, revealing her mood. "Strip, little cop."

Instantly, her feet flickered together. They raised one at a time, hurriedly pushing off the annoying, clinking heft of each of her shoes before she slowly slightly, turning to face the incubus as her fingers came to her top. Her nails grazed down the front, finding the hem of the shirt before she started to guide it up, peeling the material away from her stomach as more and more of the soft, downy white fur of her belly was exposed inch by inch.

As the cool night air hit her body, Murphy felt a shudder race down her spine. A voice, faintly in the back of her mind, seemed to be reminding her what she was doing. She'd come here to help her friend, to protect her, to get justice... yet the cool air felt so good biting atop her stomach as she stripped herself for the incubus who she'd been hunting for months. Maybe just a bit more...

Her breasts came free of the fabric with a bounce though the covering of her bra remaining, showing only the smooth tops of each orb and the soft fuzz of her fur over them. Her fingertips momentarily hovered at her tits, as though longing to touch herself before she dropped her top onto the concrete, leaving it already forgotten as she moved to the button of her high slacks.

Ahazu, as he watched her, leaned his hips up harder into the wet tongue of the young deer, bucking and fucking into her long muzzle while his eyes enjoyed the show in front of him. The wet sounds of his tip bending into the back of her throat, gagging her, rang out around the room but Makayla's eyes were hazy and happy as they rolled back against her head.

"Gluck....gluck...gluck....." Her throat stretching out around his cock rang through the building with every thrust, but her mouth fucking was the secondary soundtrack to the rustle of Murphy's slacks sliding down the shapely curves of her waist and down the slope of her thighs, heading towards her ankles as she pushed them away.

Beneath she wore a simple pair of panties, fully made of a stretchy black lace that clung over the shape of her full ass, covering it in this sheer tease of intricate patterns and cupping over her wet cunt. She flicked her socks off next, barely thinking of them as her bare feet touched to the cool, chilled ground. The dark lace of her bra stood out against the brighter white of her fur beneath and nestled between her downy breasts was a heavy pendant-- the cross she always wore resting atop the mounds of her tits.

With her tits jostling from the motion of kicking her socks away, Murphy's eyes met the incubus's and his hand connected in a hard spank against the nun's pert ass, seemingly spurned by the sight of the cop's ornament. "That devout teaching came in handy-" he snickered to his harem girls as the sheep pressed her breasts into his chest, moaning for more of his smacking hand.

"Don't stop," he commanded in a stern voice, letting the ebb of it ring around the room as Murphy bent over, peeling her panties around the slope of her ass. The plump, wet lips of her cunt, gleaming with her arousal slid into view as the fabric peeled away along with the fuzzy mound of her cunt, covered in the thinnest, softest fur of her body in a pure, downy white.

Next, she unclasped her bra, letting the back fall open and pull the straps sliding off her arms. As the cups dropped, the hefty orbs of her chests bounced free into view with the pink of her hard nipples jostling atop.

Her hands rose next to find the clasp of her necklace, but Ahazu gave a sharp whistle of his teeth. "Nuh uh uh. Leave that around your pretty, little neck-" he smirked, flashing his teeth as his eyes roamed over her body. Her hips, now bare and naked, were sloped and curved like a hourglass while her full ass was begging to be smacked behind her. Down her thigh, without any fabric to soak it up, the wetness of her arousal was starting to catch on her fur in glistening droplets. "So, so needy you are..." Ahazu crooned. "Do you need to get fucked, Murphy?"

Murphy's chin bounced in affirmation, making her tits repeat the jiggling of her yes beneath her as the incubus started to grin wider. "Good, come here then-" Her foot raised, starting to take a step forward. "Uh, uh uh..." He pointed to the cool, gray concrete beneath. "Don't walk up to me, show some deference.... Come to me and join your friend."

Murphy lowered onto her knees where the grit of the concrete pressed up through her fur to the skin of her bare legs before she started forward, swaying her ass behind her with each shuffling motion towards the waiting male. He watched, relishing the swishing dance of her tail with the juicy shape of her ass while her wanton eyes tracked him in front of her, no longer so hard with her revenge mission but glossy and wanting for relief. "I love watching you crawl towards your master..." he told her, spreading his thighs wider in preparation of her reaching him so she'd fit in beside the deer in front of his waiting cock. Makayla too shuffled to press to his right leg so her friend could reach to help in her service, though she didn't give up her mouth's place around the head of his dick, suckling down every inch of him.

Instead, as Murphy reached his knees, and the rich musk that surrounded him in a cloud of sex hit her nose, her mouth had to seek out the dangling shape of his ball sack to sample his flavor. She bent lower, jutting her ass high into the air while her mouth lowered, head tipping and turning to scoop up beneath and run her tongue over the soft skin of his balls. Instantly, as the salty, sweaty flavor of his skin filled her mouth, she felt a tightening squeeze of her cunt as shiver raced down the length of her spine. "Oh Murphy," Makayla mumbled, mouth still stuffed with cock, "I'm so glad you're joining."

"Murphy, that's good. More. More. Please him." The girl's cooed, lowering to bend their tits over the incubus's thighs so they got a better angle on the show of the canine's long, flat tongue slurping over his skin, cleaning away the sweat from his earlier rounds with the deer in a slow, steady tongue bath over each and every square inch of his balls. With each new motion, his scent rubbed over her more, marking her with the rich, thick musk of him so that every one of her breaths was nothing but his smell, filling her nose and her head.

"That's a good pet," Ahazu whispered, running his fingers through her thick, blonde hair so that the nails on his hand teased against her scalp. "Earn your taste of the cock.... Makayla's not going to want to share for no good reason," A little laugh rolled in the back of his throat. "And now that I have you, with no job to interrupt, why would I rush her?"

His eyes roamed over her ass, admiring the swell of its full shape beneath the canine, sticking into the air proudly. "So eager and offering," he commented, licking his lips. "Lucky I'm so patient..."

Murphy let out a long, faint whimper at his comment. His body already ached to feel him inside her, for the relief it'd be to finally be sated, and she couldn't stand the idea of having to wait longer. Eagerly, her tongue began to inch up from his balls to the base of his cock, suckling around the smooth skin that stretched up into his girth. Her nose, as she did, nudged into Makayla's jaw, trying to shuffle her out of the way to let her at the main course of her sampling.

"Nuh uh uh...." Ahazu clicked his tongue. "You're not good at sharing, little cop." His fingers outstretched, flaring out and down in a firm spanking atop her upturned ass. Ripples radiated through the soft flesh as the ringing tone of her skin sounded through the space. "Your whims are not in charge here, horny mutt-"

As she bent over him, running the tip of her pink tongue around the base of his cock, the pendant of her cross necklace dangled between her bare breasts. Its silver surface caught the light, reflecting small flecks of silver across the white fluff of her chest's fur. "I love watching a good girl sin..." Ahazu murmured to himself, rolling his hips up so his cock slid deeper into the warm embrace of Makayla's soft mouth.

The rest of the girls were starting to integrate themselves into the scene now that Murphy had given in they knew they could come sate some of their burning desire for the incubus. Amelia still leaned in close to the demon's chest, letting her finger tips roam over the contours of his defined abdomen while her eyes were locked onto the scene of Makayla's lips sliding over his cock with rhythmic repetition. Her gaze looked hazy as she stared, but her lips hung open while slow, ragged breath puffed out through the lips.

Beside her, sidling in against their master's knee was the young, slender kitten who'd been caring for his wounds after Murphy's first meeting with the incubus. This time though, instead of playing nurse, she was playing dancer. Her hips swung to an inaudible beat with a slow, grinding sway to their motions. Her eyes, as she moved, were looking up through thick, black lashes towards the brilliant, glowing red of Ahazu's stare. He tracked his body's swaying as the feline swung the flare of her hips side to side, flicking her long, thin tail to the same beat.

"Ahazu, Master..." she whispered, voice raspy with the edge of desire. "Are you sure you can handle so many worshipers all at once?"

The demon just laughed, flashing the brilliant white of his fangs as the crackled chuckle left his lips. "My pet..." His fingers slipped from Makayla's head, moving to grab onto the soft meat of one of her rounded buttcheeks with a tugging grope that moved her nude frame closer. "You know very well I will exhaust each of you and then start the cycle again before I near fatigue..."

A purr rumbled forth from her chest, escaping through her parted lips as she ground her wet lower lips to the hard pressure of his knee. "I know," she whimpered back, shivering under the hard grasp of his groping hand. "I just love when you remind me."

"Silly girl," he rolled his eyes, but a small grin played on his full, rosy lips as his gaze turned back to Murphy where she bent in front of him, starting to work in tandem with Makayla's suckling as her tongue followed every stroke of her partner's mouth, tracing up his exposed cock with the warm, wet touch of her lips before he was swallowed up again. Already, saliva was smeared over her cheeks from her dedicated work.

"So good.... Giving him as much pleasure as you can," Amelia whispered, her voice voice raspy with the strength of the arousal quivering her knees as she sunk down onto the floor besides the incubus so that her heavy breasts could sit atop his thigh. Idly, one hand moved to her hard, pink nipples and began tweaking and twisting the buds atop the fluffy white mounds of her coat.

Her moans wafted out into the wide open space of the big building, but between the washing, interweaving moans of all the girls her individual voice just melded in and couldn't be pulled out. Loup, on his opposite side, was bent over so that her full, gray-furred breasts could rub and tickle into the smooth bare skin of the incubus's arm and chest while her lips roamed up his neck, spattering soft, wet kissed. "Master... I want to feel your cock inside me...." Her voice crooned out, murmuring against the demon's ear while one of her free hands dipped between her thighs. "Until I receive the pleasure of you fucking me, can I touch myself? I want to feel something inside my cunt..." Her fingers were dragging up and down her thigh as she spoke, grating her nails through the fur there. "I need to feel something on my needy sex... something to tide me over until you can fuck me senseless."

Her voice was rough, edged with genuine arousal while the smell of her naked need wafted up in a tangy, hearty musk from her bare, furry sex between two full thighs. "May I, Master? May I pleasure myself for you?"

Ahazu smirked, leaning up and running his tongue over the girl's warm mouth for a moment before he kissed the wolf fiercely, only long enough that his teeth could scrap against the soft tissue of her muzzle. "Touch yourself. Finger fuck yourself and beg for the real thing."

A moan broke from her lips as she obeyed, sinking one of her digits up into the tight squeezing hole of her tight sex. "Oooh, Master... Thank you-"

Makayla pulled off his cock with a pop that broke through the sighing moans in the room. Precum dribbled over her bottom lip, leaking sloppily onto her soft, creamy tan fur as she turned to her friend. Murphy took on glance up to the glimmer of the incubus's pre on her friends lips and she grabbed her.

Her tongue ran up Makayla's lips, pulling away the droplet of precum and then pulling her into a long, open-mouthed kiss as she tried to taste more of his cock on the other girl's tongue. When they broke apart, Makayla tilted her head low, returning her mouth to Ahazu's balls instead and leaving Murphy with his glimmering wet cock head.

"Mmm..." Murphy's voice blossomed with a moan at the sight of his cock being offered up in front of her, but she wasted no time admiring it before she dropped her mouth over him in a quick gulp. Her lips sunk over the tip, hugging around him all the way down over every inch until his tip began to bend into her throat and jab into the back in her muzzle.

"Bloody-" Ahazu cursed, momentarily shaking out his wings behind him as a tremor of pleasure raced through his body. Murphy's lips worked with such a fierce urgency on him, suckling hard while her head bobbed over him. Her hands pressed up against the hot, flushed skin of his thighs where her softly furred fingers where a warm hue of yellow atop the red of his skin. She used only her mouth on him, dropping her head in a urgent fucking motion over the top of his crotch, pushing him into the depth of her throat with every downstroke.

"-Ab-uh-ve!" Ahazu choked out a partially cursed, grabbing onto the thick mass of blonde hair on the back of the canine's head and pressing her lips to his crotch. His mouth felt so hot, slick with her saliva, and tightening on him with her eager sucking. "Bloody cum vacuum..." he muttered, digging his long claw-like nails into her scalp as he pulled her mouth down over his cock. "That's a good cop. Kneel on the floor and suck me off."

While her mouth continued to work up and down over his cock, Makayla's tongue lapped over his balls, slowly spreading her warm touch over every square inch while her breasts grazed against the rough ground, teasing her nipples with the scratch of the concrete's texture against them.

Lewd, slurping noises echoed through the air as Murphy's mouth continued to work over him, slurping up the length of his shaft with every backstroke as she longed to keep herself buried muzzle-deep on him. Her mouth was filled with the flavor of his sweat and precum, swirling over her tongue while her nose sucked in his musk. The incubus was all around her, consuming her thoughts and clouding the rest of the world.

The incubus let out a hiss, rolling his back up into an arch as his long, furred tail began to flicker behind him. As long as his stamina was, his orgasm was nearing under Murphy's desperate service-- especially following the hours toying with Makayla until she broke enough to make the call for him to bring the girl here.

His wings stretched out, fluttering and spasming as he tried to put off the explosion of cum he felt churning in his balls for as long as possible. Oblivious to his building peak, the canine in front of him just kept sucking up and down the length of his cock. Her eyes were half-open, peering up at him with a glimmering, pleading sort of lust as her throat bulged and squeezed around his cock.

"Uhn..." A growl left the demon's lips before he hit his limit. His cock gave a jerk, alerting Murphy moments before the first spurt of white shot out from his tip. It splashed against her tongue just inside her opening mouth before she pulled back, letting him explode over the fur of her face, stringing the drops of his finish over her cheeks and muzzle where they were already starting to drip off onto her full, heavy tits below.

"Master!' Makayla moaned, whining as she offered up her own open mouth, tongue pulling out with a bright pleading in her wide, doeful eyes. Ahazu adjusted enough to spray his finishing strings into her mouth, spraying his final, hectic drops onto her lips.

His orgasm finished, Murphy lowered quickly, almost territorially back to his cock, starting to lick clean his tip of the lingering drops that clung to his skin while the other harem girls circled around Makayla, pulling her into lingering, licking kisses as they tried to pull hints of the demon's flavor from her mouth.

"Share with me," Amelia whispered, petting the other girl's wet lower lips while she lapped at her bottom lip, pulling her fiercely into a kiss so she could lick cum from her mouth. "Mmm, good job..." Ahazu moaned out, his voice rumbling low in his throat as he relaxed into his night's romp. "Already ready for more watching that..." He clicked at his tongue, miming deep thought as all the eyes locked onto him, waiting to hear who would get that first penetration.

"Oh, Master..." Loup whined, digging her three fingers into her cunt with a wet squelch and a hiccuping moan. "Fuck me... Let me fuck you... Please. I... I need to feel you inside me, please?" Her eyes were wide, heavy with her pleading, but the wolf girl had been at his side many months. Ahazu waved her to the side with a single flick of her clit that had her shuddering with an orgasm before he grabbed onto Murphy's hair, pulling her gaze up from his freshly licked cock. "You-"

She licked her lips and met his eyes with an expectant stare.

"Do you want to get fucked?" he asked, smirking.

"Please-" her lips parted, hesitating. "Master, please?"

A huge grin spread over the incubus's face, showing those bright sharpened teeth just inside his lips. His fingers ran down, running through the lock of hair that fell into her face before he cupped his hand around her head and tugged. "Get up here then."

Behind her, Makayla's bottom lip slipped into a pout as she realized her friend had been chosen over her, but she stayed in her close position, knowing at least she'd get a front row seat.

Murphy didn't even remember Makayla was there at the thought of fucking the incubus. She wasted no time moving up to him. Her thighs spread as she scrambled quickly up from her place on the floor, kneeling with her knees to the concrete to instead sit atop his lap with her legs spread out on either side of his bare groin so that her dripping cunt hovered over the tip of his thick cock, just waiting to give her the filling she'd been imagining, dreaming of, and needing for weeks. "C-can I?" she whimpered, with her voice just a rasp through her increasingly ragged breathing before a nod from the incubus gave her permission and she dropped herself, letting gravity do the work of pulling her waiting cunt over his cock.

Her moan, as his flared head spread out the first inches of her tunnel and massaged to the walls of her cunt, radiated through the room with an echoing return before the slapping her ass falling into a rhythmic drop over him started after it, pounding out a back beat to this sexual harmony.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped, moaning and grunting with every backstroke onto his cock while her eyes rolled back, partially hovered by her flickering eyelids though mostly she was lost. Her gaze was distant and cloudy as the pleasure of his cock filling her up and stretching her out flooded her body finally after nights of masturbating herself raw hoping for this sensation.

His cock, hot and flushed inside her, slammed into her g-spot with the angle of her body before it reached deep into her, hitting to the bottom of her tunnel where her cervix sat. She felt as though he'd pop into her stomach for a moment as she ground over him, keeping him deeply hilted inside. "Ooooh.....Yes...." she hissed, whimpering delightfully between words as her eyes finally opened enough to meet the demon's eyes.

He just chuckled, grabbing a fistful of one of her heavy tits. "You are glad you gave in, aren't you, little cop?"

"Ooooh... Yes. Yes, master. Yes." Her words were slurred, running together as she fought to take deep enough breaths to fill her lungs as her entire body focused on fucking herself with him, bouncing her cunt over his lap in the cowgirl position atop his worn, settled chair. Her shadow, reflected onto the concrete behind them, moved with such speed as it blended into the shape of the incubus on the chair over and over again, losing itself to the pleasure.

"You regret resisting so long, hmm?" Ahazu whispered, tweaking and tugging at her nipples until the little buds were rock hard atop the mounds of her tits and he could grab them harder, given the handhold of their firm shape. Now, as she bounced, her own motions tugged on the sensitive peak of each breast.

"Yes! Yes. I oh... God! Yes! I wish I had given in that night! That first night... at the church. I wish you'd fuck me on the altar, right on top of Amelia. Anything. I just need to be fucked..." Her voice was ragged, broken by her breathing, but her words rang clear in the open space. Gone was her dedication to catching him. Gone was her instincts as a cop.

Now, she just needed to get fucked.

Ahazu grabbed onto her waist, squeezing into the soft meat of her hips until his long nails indented the skin, but she didn't care. He held onto her hard and started to bounce her up and down on his cock, using the combination of their effort to pull her up from his cock and then his power and gravity to slam him back up inside her hot cunt, pumping himself as fast as he could up into her body.

Each slap of them meeting rang through the room, while the softer sounds of her breasts bouncing into her chest followed like a distant repetition. The rest of the girls, the harem eagerly awaiting their turn to join in, were all whimpering softly along with her, as though they were picturing themselves in her place while their fingers dipped into their wet little cunts, fingering themselves shamelessly as they hoped their imagination might fill in the hard slap of their asses atop his thighs and the stretch of his girth pushing its way into their sex over and over, making them feel wider and wider.

"OooH! Master!" Murphy gasped, shuddering with a sudden moan as he struck g-spot, sending her body curving towards the exit of her orgasm. Her muscles were tensing, spasming atop his lap, but he didn't stop. The hands on her hips just held onto her tighter until the pale red of his fingers paled white at the knuckles and he continued to lift and drop her over her cock, fucking her right through the mounting of her orgasm and the squeezing, tightening, clenching of her sex.

"Oooooh! OoooOoooOoo!" she howled, letting out a long, ringing cry as he reached her first peak of the night around the thick shape of his cock. Her moans, as they radiated through the building, seemed to be egging the other girls on. Amelia, who'd long been Murphy's mentor, fucked herself silly with four fingers at the sight of the girl cumming around the incubus's shaft. Her cross necklace, the holy pendant dangling between her breasts, shook so rapidly atop her nude, flushed body it was a surprise the chain didn't snap. It bounced up into the air with every thrust before it let out a soft tinkling chime as it settled back against her bosom only to fly right back up a second letter.

"I'm c-c-cuh-cumming!" Murphy's voice broke with a ringing, high-pitched squeezed that Ahazu elongated as he just fucked into her body harder, trying to push her into the air just with the strength of his hips banging into her.

Ahazu didn't pause as she came. His hips just continued to piston into her, but now the rest of the girls were eager to help, knowing he'd fuck her well-past the peaking of her sensitivity. They closed in, rubbing their soft breasts on all side of them.

Makayala, still kneeling on the ground, tipped her face up and started to nuzzle and kiss along the incubus's thighs from below, catching the escaping droplets of the other girl's excitement as she bounced atop him on her tongue, slurping down any of the rich, musky flavor.

The wolf and kitten were on either side of Ahazu's shoulders, bending over him with their fingers running down each arm with sliding, gentle caresses while their lips found his neck, his ears.

"Mmm... Master..... You look so strong fucking her..."

"You're bouncing her right into the air with just your cock-"

"God, I'm so jealous. I can't wait till it's my turn.."

Their moans, as their focused teasing started to give way into jealous masturbation filled his ears, competing with Murphy's own groaning pleasure to be heard by the pounding incubus. The older female, a full-framed squirrel, stood beside Amelia on one side of the pairing, running their fingers over each other and Murphy's soft body as she moved atop his lap. Their nails raced through the fur, drawing teasing tracks that touched through to the skin beneath.

"Mmm... Murphy, your tits... they look so lush when they jostle."

"I want to be in your place, getting fucked... getting stretched open wide by his cock pounding into me over and over and over-" A moan slipped from the sheep's lips as she rolled her hips into the incubus's knee, grinding her wet lips onto him. "Fuck her harder. Fuck her silly. Make her drool. Fuck her till she can't say her name. I want to see her wobble onto the floor when you finish because her legs don't work-" Amelia's soft voice, one that usually whispered prayers and blessings, was cursing trying to urge him onwards so she could at least live vicariously through Murphy's experience.

"Oh, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me harder." Murphy moaned, clinging onto his shoulders now as her hips worked to keep up with his tugging, bucking motions that kept her bouncing over his cock. Her knees were already wobbling, tired from moving herself over him in this cowgirl position, but she didn't dare slow. She needed him inside her. She didn't want him replacing her with one of the more rested girls!

She just kept raising herself up, pushing off from him so his tip dragged towards her entrance before he'd pull her right back down onto him, hitting his cock deep into the cervix of her tunnel.

"You're mine now, little cop. You've given in. You've bent to my will, now you'll never be able to resist me again. Now tomorrow. Not when you have that little badge back. Never. I'll be able to fuck my way through this city at will-" Ahazu hissed out into Murphy's flushing face. "You'll go to work and pretend you want to catch this guy, but you'll come home and pray I might pick your cunt for the night."

"I'll go to the mall and fuck every employee closing their stores, right up against the rattling grates to close the entrance. I'll hit up every little restaurant downtown, fucking chefs and waitresses atop the tables. I'll find the prom come spring and fuck every little virgin in her glitter-covered gown." His cock pumped into her faster, slipping in and out now without any effort while her orgasms started to line up.

She dripped constantly, just leaking with her own arousal as he slammed into her with every motion. Her hair was spilling around her face, tangled with motion and edged with droplets of sweat while her tits bounced madly, smearing the rest of his cum around over her fur while they did.

"I'll fuck every girl in this city from 15 to 50. I'll fuck every teeny bopper, every MILF, everyone." As he spoke, his motions grew harder. His cock was twitching again while his balls churned with another rising orgasm. He could feel her walls tightening too, preparing for another shuddering squeeze over him, her eight orgasm maybe? He'd lost count of her shaking, cursing moments on his lap-- like a toy overheating for a moment was all.

"And you'll do nothing, Murphy." He slammed into her, harder enough that her teeth knocked together with a click and she spat out another shuddering, quivering curse as an orgasm started to rip through her body. Her engorged swollen clit, constantly rubbing to him with every thrust, was throbbing madly as she came, shaking on him. He leaned in closer, letting his hot breath wash over her neck as he slapped into her hard again and again, driving his tip to her cervix as he prepared to bury this load right into her depths.

"You'll go to work. Look your boss in the eye and play dumb. You'll take to the streets, find the victims. You'll make calls. You'll tell the media you're trying everything, but really you'll do nothing." His hips met her, radiating the ripple of the motion through her ass and breasts. "I'll fuck anything and everything I want and leave them in alleys and streets when the sun rises and you'll do nothing-"

He jerked up, letting out a hiss as it hit him and the first string of thick, globby cum shot off inside her, right against the cervix of her leaking cunt. He let out a long sigh, emptying himself into the deepest point of her sex before he met her hazy eyes and grinned: "Nothing but be jealous that it wasn't you that time."