"You didn't buy a pet, did you? You're so irresponsible!" Cathy protested in her usual holier than thou voice as she stepped inside. The petite goodie two-shoes stared, mouth agape, at the Corrupter.
"You could say that," Jim smirked, clicking his fangs.
Cathy's survival instinct took over and she spun on her heels to flee. She ran into what felt like a golden, furry brick wall. Powerful lupine arms seized her across the chest, pinning her arms to the side and lifting her off the floor. Cathy's flip-flops dropped from her feet as she kicked wildly.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Cathy cried as Jim drew closer.
"Oh, Cathy," Jim laughed as her kicks harmlessly struck his chest. "You're such a tease."
"Jim? That can't be you. It can't. You've been..."
"Possessed?" he supplied. "I prefer 'evolved.' You see, the demon's only driving shotgun."
Cathy lashed out, striking Jim in his engorged member. Jim shuddered. "Mmmm. So you want to play footsie, do you?"
Jim grabbed her lashing ankle, holding her leg immobile in his vice grip. He drew her foot toward his throbbing cock, rubbing the member with the soft flesh of her toes. Cathy attempted to recoil, kicking out with her other leg.
Jim caught that one too, raising it up to his fanged maw.