Bradley continues savagely fucking you on the table as you mimic his sister's form. His grunts reflect as much exertion as pleasure, letting you know that he's using his rapidly bucking hips to their full potential. All the while, he keeps both of his hands busy choking, slapping, or groping in no particular order. The cheap wooden table beneath you rocks and squeaks dangerously with every pounding thrust until the legs give way and it falls flat, leaving him fucking you into the floor in the middle of his dining area.<br/><br/>Changing back to the succubus form you use for breast men means nothing to the slavering fuckbeast you've turned your kind benefactor into, as it doesn't change his orders at all. It does, however, give him a bigger pair to squeeze, bite, and abuse, which he does with even more vigor than before. His mauling hands clamp down like vices as the man empties himself into you, shooting his mortal seed as deep as he can with an almost feral growl.<br/><br/>Your minion, of course, has been furiously playing with herself for as long as her brother's been inside of you. You're not sure how many times she's cum already, and she probably isn't either, but the shared look between you and her says that the only real answer is "not enough." With a nervous blush, the newly formed succubus reaches inside and feels the fresh maidenhead you've given her.<strong>"I-I would like to be on top..."</strong>