Kyle looked up at Jennifer as he bounced a petite, brunette cheerleader -- he believed her name was Amanda,
not that it mattered -- up and down on his enormous, throbbing cock. He'd not even taken the time to undress
her, instead he simply ripped her underwear off with the swipe a claw and hiked up her skirt. The girl's cries
of protest were beginning to subside and she had begun to gasp and moan.
"This form suits you, doesn't it, Kyle?" Jennifer/Eve roared.
"Yes... my queen..." Kyle said between thrusts. "Thank you for this gift." Amanda squeaked on his lap, her
hips bucking instinctively. He noticed her licking her lips.
Jennifer laughed. "You earned it. After all, we have your sick, twisted imagination to thank for all this,
don't we? You saw my true destiny where others merely wrote me off as a simple cheerleader."
"You... were... always meant to be... the ruler... of hell, my queen." Kyle cupped Amanda's breasts.
Jennifer laughed. "Indeed. In truth, I am humanity's savior. This corrupt world was doomed to an eternity of
torment in hell at the hands of demons. But I offer a new path. We shall steal hell's power and become its new
rulers."
"As... you... say... my... queen," Kyle could feel his demon cock ready to climax. Amanda was moaning and
bucking like a wild woman now, her wetness dripping down his shaft. Jennifer took notice.
"Ah, you are about to take your first soul. The slower you draw it out, the more of your spunk she'll absorb
and the more vile a creature she will become. Of course, if you just want a mindless, mostly human thrall, you
can yank it out quickly."