The long limousine cruised through the streets of New York on its way toward the Baxter Building. Inside, hidden from prying eyes, She-Hulk slithered her now-forked tongue into Wasp's receptive mouth. It wasn't that neither women would have minded the audience, but the tinted windows of the limousine held off their grand debut of what had become their true selves. Not yet. Currently, they were wrapped in each other's arms, kissing and stroking one another's bald, swollen pussies. Finally, the kiss was broken and the changed Janet Van Dyne opened her fang-filled mouth wide and cried out in a loud, inhuman snarl of complete ecstasy. Jan finally opened her blood-red, shiny demonic eyes and looked directly into Jennifer's Walter's own glittering golden orbs.
A low, whispering voice, in a language long forgotten by men could be heard far away in the distance, filling their ears for a moment. Both former heroine's breath caught in their throats at this latest development. The sound of the voice washed over them, sending wave after wave of erotic sensations to the newly-minted Succubi. They both knew it could only be the voice of one entity in all of creation, and it made both women smile wickedly.
"It is the voice of Lord Mephisto!" Janet announced, with a sinister smile gracing her beautiful face.
"Oh Yesssss!" She-Hulk hissed in a husky voice, "It is the language of the demon. The purest evil. Any mortal that hears it is driven completely insane."
The ancient words brought forth the deepest, darkest pleasures for both herself and her lover to revel in. It was yet another sign that they were losing all traces of their worthless humanity and evolving into something much greater. Both Jen and Jan laughed deeply in the realization of this truth, before She-Hulk leaned forward. Without warning, she lunged forward and plunged her forked tongue into Wasp's inviting twat. Wasp uttered a high-pitched wanton, inhuman shriek as once more, pleasure flooded her entire being. Once again, the limo was filled with the otherworldly sounds of demonic grunting, moaning and snarls as the two sex demonesses continued to explore the delights their highly sexually-charged bodies had to offer.
All the while, Sister Julia slept adjacent to the corrupted pair. Her unconscious form was slumped over the luxurious cushioned seat of the limousine. The noise of the two young Succubi's wanton sexual play should have been enough to wake anyone, but Jen and Jan were utilizing their new powers over mortal minds to keep the young nun asleep in her innocent slumber. Both women knew, though, that soon enough the unsuspecting woman wouldn't be so innocent for very much longer.
The luxury vehicle finally pulled up in front of the Baxter Building, which rose high into the New York skyline. The slow stop of the car shook Jennifer Walters and Janet Van Dyne out of their feverish fucking and they looked out from the black, tinted window into the sea of protesters gathered in front of the of the Fantastic Four's home in recent weeks. Reed Richard's actions against the prison had not, of course, sat well with the general public and for him to be under house arrest instead of doing hard time in a prison for super-powered criminals had caused the public to lash out at the controversial Mister Fantastic.
"Hmmmm, our adoring public," Janet snarked, as she licked a razor-sharp incisor with her forked tongue, "Do you want to handle PR duty today or should I?"
"You do it," She-Hulk murmured, rising up off the floor and taking a seat next to her petite lover. The corrupted heroine then extended her forked tongue to clean away and savor some of the sweet cum Jan had left on her whorishly made-up face. When she was done she added, "I did it last time."
"Fine," Wasp snapped, "But you have to carry Sleeping Beauty over there to Reed's lab. She is going to make the sweetest little guinea pig." The fashion designer ran her taloned hand through the nun's virginal blonde hair and cooed, "I have a good feeling about this one. It will be absolutely delicious to corrupt someone so innocent."
With that, Janet leaned over and grabbed Jennifer's head between both hands and pulled her into another long, frenzied kiss, as their demonic tongues danced in one another's mouths one more time. Janet eventually broke the kiss, her full crimson lips curling in a pleasant smile and she then turned to exit the limo. She was still completely naked, her body in its true form, smooth and alabaster. Her eyes were blood-red and shining, lips swollen, her teeth fanged. Her hands were razor-sharp talons. Not to mention, her short hair was tussled and wild thanks to her recent fuck session with the emerald-skinned lawyer. If this had been the creature to emerge from the limousine, it would have most likely sent the gathered crowd into a frenzied panic!
However, that demonic creature never emerged from the limo. Instead, as the driver opened the door and Janet Van Dyne stepped gracefully out into the sunny New York daylight on her stylish, six-inch pumps, the crowd had to admit they were taken aback by just how stunning she looked. The petite, world-renowned heroine and fashion designer wore a posh, high-waisted knee-length, tight black pencil-skirt and a white, sleeveless, ruffled blouse. Her skin looked healthy and sun-kissed, her makeup was glamorous without being distracting and her short hair looked perfectly coifed. Of course, it was all an elaborate work of glamor she had cast over the throngs of protesters and media. This would include the plethora of photographs and video surely being taken of her, too. Once again, it simply wouldn't have done for her true appearance to be discovered. Not until Mistress Sue's plans had been put in motion, anyway.
Janet slowly made her way through the large assemble. In the past, Janet had been the public face of the Avengers and was one of the world's most successful and well-known fashion designers. She was a celebrity superheroine, and with that came a natural comfort with dealing with large crowds, as well as nosy journalists. Janet slowly made her way through the large assemble. She took time to answer some of the protester's questions and to calm their frustration at what had happened with the prison. Some of the widows of the prisoners who had perished in Reed's reckless attack were there with their children and somehow, Janet had calmed them down as well. She even went so far as to sign a few autographs, but denied any selfies taken with some people there to simply spot a celebrity. Finally, she made an official statement to some of the assembled reporters representing the national TV news portion of the media that had gathered outside the Baxter Building. She promised charitable foundations, humanitarian efforts performed personally by the new Fantastic Four, an update on the condition of Sue Storm and finally, an update on Reed Richards himself. All the while, she spoke in a somber tone appropriate for such an occasion. By the time she made it to the entrance of the Baxter Building, she had completely turned the crowd in the new Fantastic Four's favor. They had even began to chant the name of the superhero world's 'first family.' Before she strode through the glass double doors, Janet turned sharply on her pumps and flashed a bright, beautiful smile and waved to the crowd and even went so far as to blow them some kisses.
As she made her way into the Baxter Building, Janet stopped for a moment. A slow trickle of sweat ran down her pretty face and she felt her heart pounding in her chest. Jan knew she had spent too much of her power on the all-encompessing glamor but also influencing everyone she spoke to. She had to remember that she was such a young, impetuous Succubus and expending too much power was dangerous for her. The Wasp wanted nothing more at that point than to make it up to her room, high atop the Baxter Building.
She knew that Master Johnny and Mistress Sue would help her.
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