//Fuck Her. "Well, she isn't wrong." +more corruption. Disabled text "On the contrary! [if (isgenderless) {There's nothing down there|You'd need a penis or a different arrangement of legs for that}]." Text unchanged until //female, but present for context.
The wolf-boy looks flustered at the [if (allowChild && alice codex unlocked) {Alice|succubus}], who stands there with her cloak half-open and a look that mixes pride and impatience. Sure enough, you're giving her what she wants--her friend's no incubus, he'll live without getting in on the action.

[say:You're just my type,] she purrs, flicking her tail. Behind her, the wolf-boy shifts nervously, watching the two of you with uncertain eyes. He tries to speak, but only manages a low murmur as you and the demoness close the distance between each other.

She [i:skips] in excitement before you can reach for her and winds you with a fierce kiss, tackling you to the ground. The world tilts for a moment. This eager, hungry succubus radiates with confidence as she straddles your [if (ischubbybuild || ispregnant) {belly|[if (isfitbuild) {abs|stomach}]}]. Her hands move to untie her corset, but she stops and swings her legs forward, then lifts her knees, baring her soft, panties-covered butt to you.

[say:I don't want to waste any time, just pull these off and fuck me, [boy],] she chimes happily.

The position may be a little awkward, but you roll with it and grab the waistband, pulling the black cloth up her [if (allowChild) {slender|juicy}] thighs and over her knees, feasting your eyes on her glistening [if (allowChild && silly) {cunny|labia}]. She dangles her panties past her ankles as she gingerly slides one foot out and then, with the underwear hanging on the end of the other, twirls it around and kicks it in the direction of her companion.

The wolf-boy instinctively reaches out to catch the discarded garment, his blush intensifying as he looks at it. His tail droops, and he sits with his eyes nervously cast down, but, sheepishly, that gaze rises back to watch you both continue.
//female version
[say:Ha, look at the cute little--AH--]she yells as you rise, dumping her onto the ground. You're giving her what she wants and not wasting any time. [say:Hey!] she starts, only to shiver as you press your face firmly into her groin. The soft mons parts around your tongue, leaking lightly salty arousal that ignites more thirst.

The succubus's hands clasp around your head, [if (hasHair) {scrunching up your [hairShort] in her fingers|digging her fingers into your scalp}]. A deep, happy sigh echoes out, and the wolf-boy quietly mirrors it, stroking his knotty [if (allowChild) {[if (!isChild) {little }]kid-}]dick while you drill your [tongue] into the girl's cleft. Her tail whips around your neck suddenly, its flat spade slapping your cheek, and she rocks her hips to fuck your mouth.

[say:That's it, exactly my type,] she says. [say:Suck on it--]your lips pucker tightly on her clitoris, her tail writhing in place and losing its grip, and the demon's voice runs up to a pitched cry[say:--ah! I'm doing this every year!]

You crawl over her and, wordlessly, she reads your intention, [if (tailLeg || isDrider) {spreading her legs around your [if (isDrider) {[hips] and letting your pussy come flush against her own|scaly tail and letting your cloaca come flush against her pussy}]|raising her leg and letting her and your knees come flush against each other's pussies}]. Her short skirt and black-and-red corset slide smoothly under the tips of your [if (isDrider) {forelimbs|fingers}], and the thin fabric around her [if (allowChild) {flat|modest}] breasts may as well not even be there as you grope the swell and grind a thumb against her nipple. Then, both [hands] splayed on her chest for leverage, you roll your hips, humping her [if (tailLeg || isDrider) {[if (silly && allowChild) {cunny|cunt}], clit against clit|thigh, drenching your leg in demonic taint}].

The [if (allowChild && knowsAlices) {Alice|demoness}] gestures for you and, obediently, you lean in close to her face, her lips coming within [if (metric) {centimeters|inches}] of yours, and she lunges and bites you ineffectually with her \"fangs\" before giggling and pulling out the prop. [say:Sorry,] she chimes, then embraces and kisses you properly. The long tongue of the lust demon explores your mouth invasively.

It leaves you in a daze; each sound the corrupt slut makes builds on the last, charging the air itself with her bliss. She is pulling you in and compelling you to keep moving, dragging yourself against the sex-fiend. You shake the heat from your face but drink it back in with another kiss as you stiffen and wriggle your [clit] on [if (tailLeg || isDrider) {hers|her soft thigh}]. She rewards your efforts by kneading your [if (hasBreasts && isfeminine) {[breasts]|physique}], massaging deeply.

The wolf-boy pants like a--a dog--while he jerks off harder. Though surely stained with some femspunk, would those panties be that good? He's flushed with a mixture of envy and awe, and the defeat of being tossed aside by a girl has faded.

The [if (allowChild && knowsAlices) {Alice|succubus}] notices him again and slips her tongue out of your throat. [say:Thanks for coming tryst-or-treating with me,] she lilts with a smug giggle. Robbed of her lips for the moment, you bite lightly on her neck, suckling a hickey into it. [say:I thought [b:I] was suppose to be the vampire.]

Deep in the haze of lust, you hold her hip, squeeze her [if (allowChild) {chest|breast}], and feed her all your desire and attention, blind to anything else. Things grow hot and tight inside of you.

[say:C-cum for me,] she commands, or pleads. Her forehead nuzzles yours and she whimpers. The horny tryst-or-treater rocks forward and back and kisses you, and the ecstasy cascades through. Hot squirt sprays wild in each other's groins while you both pant and moan, and you finally slump down on her. She slowly, affectionately, rubs your back.

[say:Um... c-could I... maybe try next?] the wolf-boy asks hesitantly.

The [if (allowChild && knowsAlices) {Alice|succubus}] blinks, craning her neck to look at where the voice is coming from with mild confusion. [say:Huh? Who--Oh, sure, whatever, I guess.] She slumps back down, eyes drifting shut in bliss. It takes you more than few breaths to will yourself off of her, but you do, and stumble back toward camp.