“Hey, hurry up and show us already.” A throaty and sultry imitation of his secretary’s voice prowled up behind Gabriel. Its hungry feline purr nibbled playfully on his nearest ear as she leaned over his shoulder. “...Looks fine. No idea why you were gaping like you were about to devour a cock.” Her tinge of disappointment disappeared when she brushed a slender finger against Gabriel’s cheek and coaxed him toward her. The dark coals of Jennifer’s eyes were set alight when their lips met.
Gabriel flicked his gaze away from the dancing flames – toward the polaroid. The photographer’s sense of professionalism pricked through feeling of the secretary prying his mouth open with her tongue. Warmth still cascaded through his lips when she dove deep. Even with hours in makeup, hours working on the stage, and then on digital post-processing Gabriel couldn’t hope to approach his secretary’s unnatural radiance reflected in the photograph. She wasn’t letting him become distracted and Gabriel melted underneath Jennifer’s attention, becoming a sloppy mess.
The noises escaping between Gabriel’s fitful gasps for air were breathy and feminine moans. Exaggerated and pornographic, like he was in the throes of a mind-numbing pleasure and nearing an orgasm, but even knowing that felt helpless when his ambusher's digits flicked across his clit. Between Jennifer, Amy, Emma, and Sarah, in the center, had been a fifth member of the gorgeous and devilishly alluring women featured in the photograph. He – she – felt the tension ripple through her clenching crotch and out into the clawed tips of her flexing and twitching leathery wings when Jennifer found her cervix.
Seeing the state she was putting Gabriel in didn’t make Jennifer relent. She scraped one of her long nails along her labia to draw out a final shudder. Desperation shone in the demonic slits. Unusual, for her sister. Half-sister. Their mother never could keep her attention from drifting. Humans, demons, monsters, stranger things.
With a faint smile touching her lips at fond memories, Jennifer pulled away and asked if something was wrong. “Nerves, Gwen? I know you prefer to stay behind the camera, but stage fright isn’t like you.” Her hands briefly cupped Gwen’s cheeks, squeezing them together and making the sexy succubabe pout with her full and glistening saliva-drenched lips before she drew them down to clasp her half-sister’s shoulders. A wiz needle and thread, and many other things beside her camerawork that had made moving to Earth a reality.
Lightheadedness kept Gwen from doing much of anything besides breathing. Out in the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimse of Amy’s inhuman skin tone shift to a burnished and sun-kissed hue. Soon she seemed nothing more than a normal human, sending messages on a smartphone while she hurried out of the studio. Whatever had her excited didn’t help Gwen sorting out what had happened, not with the photographer's gut telling her the polaroid camera was responsible.