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Heather stretched out her body. She felt great after a good night of sleep. She always slept well after climaxing once or twice. She noticed that when she was with her boyfriend Justin, but now that she had sex so often her well-being overall improved. She was less nervous and more energetic. It also improved the way she looked down at her body . She felt and knew deep in her heart with each ecstatic touch how hot she was.

She got of the bed with two naked bodies. One male and one female. Charlie and Christina were a young couple, not unlike Heather and Justin. She met them in the same spot her life turned a strange turn due to a demoness. Now with her own powers, Heather seduced the two and had lots of fun.

She also showed them she could eat people, a decision that cost her a lot of nerves. While she was able to swallow a man whole, their pesky landlord, her mental powers of obscuring strangeness to people weren’t so strong. The couple called the police. Heather somehow managed to telepathically calm everyone. The young couple eventually accepted that their new lover was a man-eater, and the police was eaten. Now they had two police outfits to use in roleplay and two pairs of handcuffs, always helpful in bed.

Charlie grumbled and opened his eyes. He gave her a smile. “Morning,” he said quietly. His morning wood was tempting, but Heather wanted to have breakfast first.

“I’m going out, we ran out of milk yesterday . Also, I can get us some coffee. Latte, anyone?”

“Caramel Macchiato ” murmured Christina. Charlie signaled with his finger he also wanted that.

***

After a quick shower and getting dressed Heather hit the streets. She envied her demonic mistress’ ability to just go naked outside without anyone noticing it. It would save her a lot of time. She would only dress up for special occasions. Dresses with complicated fasteners or zippers that required someone else’s help. And getting intimately close…

People were looking at her. Just months ago she wasn’t as confident and outgoing as she was now, she just went with t he flow of life. Now she became more beautiful. H alf thanks to the kid words of her other lovers. Half thanks to the new diet of bastards. Her mental powers are acute enough to detect scum of the earth. Then they ended up on her thighs, ass and breasts. Heather embraced the new trend of wearing no bra and showing her cleavage. A group of nuns looked at her as she was passing them. She didn’t feel anything extremely bad coming from them, just regular religious judgement. Or maybe she caused a lesbian panic in their hearts?

The amusing thought was replaced by sudden dread. Someone was thinking about the Church of His Holy Light. Of all the things lurking in the mind of humans, that one she learnt to pinpoint with precision. These bastards could have killed her and her boyfriend. They wanted to cleanse the world in the name of an evil god. But now she wasn’t helpless. Now she will hunt them down.

The thought came from a young man with a sign, twisting it round and round. His uniform matched the colors of the fast food joint behind him. He looked young, black curls were sticking out from underneath his cap with the restaurant’s logo. Heather sensed bored from him and sexual frustration. The former she understood even without her powers, but the latter required deeper probing, something she wasn’t proficient yet. Nevertheless, she couldn’t abide him still living.

He noticed her when she stood next to him, pretending to read the sign. He smiled as his gaze drifted towards her cleavage.

“Hey,” he uttered with a little bit of shyness .

Heather just nodded but did give him a wink. Enough information for any man to think the woman was interested in him.

“Hey, you’ve got free… time?” he stuttered.

“Yeah, I do. But it seems you don’t” and she pointed at the sign.

“Listen! Listen, listen. Just five minutes and I’ll be on a break . We can go-“

“I’ll just wait for you in the alley behind the joint. I haven’t had my breakfast yet” she traced her cheek with her fingers , obscuring the pulsating bulge made by her tongue. He almost dropped the sign when he understood what was waiting for him.

After about six minutes of waiting the guy ran to her. He kissed her on the cheek and then tried to move towards the lips, but she pushed him back.

“That’s dessert, I want my breakfast first.”

She knelt in front of him and quickly pulled his pants down. His exposed dick wasn’t big nor small, just average, even when hard. Not that that mattered. This whole thing wasn’t for pleasure, not his at least. Her lips locked around his shaft and started to move along it. The guy (she didn’t bothered to l e arn his name, even by telepathy) moaned pathetically. Thankfully the sound of the industrial exhaust fan muffled him, because even with her increased libido he was turning her off. He placed her hands on her head to hold it, an act which caused her to roll her eyes.

It didn’t take long for him to cum, she would be surprised if he did. A long stream of thick cum hit her palate. And again. And again. It didn’t stop. The liquid thinned out and turned into something else. Through his penis Heather was absorbing his life force. Whatever that made him live, whatever thing his memories were made of, his overall energy was being consumed. His skin turned paler, and his muscles started to shrink. Not that it bothered him. He didn’t pull out his dick, his grasp on the head only tightened, but soon when he was drained enough, he let go and with a strange squeal he fell backwards.

“We’re not done yet, asshole.”

Heather pulled up her skirt. She stopped wearing underwear on a daily basis, only when she met someone to deserving to be shown to. It also made it easier to dispose of people. With two fingers she pus h ed aside her vaginal lips and inserted his legs into herself. With his form diminished sucking him inside her was easier, only clothes gave her troubles. His eyes moved absentmindedly, their movement only caused by the sharp jerking of his body deeper inside her. She devoured his body hungrily and the moment it reached her uterus the digestion process began. She did it all with her eyes closed and braced against the wall, receiving immense amount of pleasure. Shortly after the black curls of his hair entered her a small trickle of femcum left her body. That was all that was left of him.

Extremely pleased with herself and with her stomach full, Heather walked out from the alley and continued her walk to the café. Suddenly, the comfort of the full belly turned into great weight. Her footsteps slowed down and she felt dizzy. She tried to rest her hand on a street light, but she missed. Someone grabbed her before she fell down.

“What the-?” she slurred out. The confusion only intensified when the helpers turned out to be a pair of nuns. Another one got out from a car that just stopped next to them and held the door.

Heather, despite her state, quickly understood what was happening. She was being kidnapped, again.