A Demonic Star

Isabella’s yellow eyes stared up with a seductive knowing confidence that sent icy chills through Centricia. As Centricia stared into the slowly ellipsing irises her rationality used the fearful alarm to cease control of her mind.

What am I doing? What’s happening? Centricia’s thoughts echoed internally as she found her body unwilling to stop grinding against the mouth saturating it with such an erotic high.

The woman was no longer just that, her skin was the red of embers, horns curled out from her brow along her hair line, and her now claw like hand seemed to scratch euphoria across Centricia’s skin as her hands firmly stroked up and down the thighs they sought to keep close to their tongue.

Isabella had moments earlier screamed her soulful release, relinquishing her soul as she felt a demonic appendage cum within her ass welcomingly.

Finally peeling her gaze away from the almost fully formed succubus beneath her Centricia gazed back in alarm to Patrick.

Patrick had acquired many of the features of the new born succubus he was fucking into, his skin was nearly alabaster, his hair an eerie matte black, a long black forked tongue hanging from his blackened lips trimmed with jagged teeth as he panted for breath, his blue eyes slowly growing redder as he lost himself thrust, by thrust to the Idol’s damnation.

What Centricia couldn’t see was the phallic tail double stuffing Patrick with one of Dion’s tendrils, topping off Patrick’s ambient corruption and changes with a purer concentrate.

“Can… you.. hear… it?” Patrick grunted with staggered thrusts as he locked gazes with Centricia, reaching around his shocked former lover.

Biting her lip Centricia tried to fight expressing the pleasure or the hand grasping her breast, leaning her back towards the lips waiting to kiss her.

Centricia finally feeling the last of the boldness the corruption had ignited within her stamped out by alarm and concern timidly and slowly shook her head no, failing to find the will to pull away from the deep wet kiss she was drawn into by Patrick.

Groaning as he broke away from the kiss Patrick fondled and pulled Centricia further back against him. “Yes…” He groaned passionately rolling his head with a broad grin, stretching his wings forth and wafting his newly sprouted tail about as he basked in relinquishing his soul.

Gasping for a moment Centirica felt her growing resistance falter as Patrick nuzzled into her neck from behind. Her mind started to sink into the delight of being the center of attention between the two demons, her mind thought of how great Patrick’s cock had felt earlier, how much better it could feel now… How she was just as deserving to be cum in, or on.

Passively drifting along with the pleasure Centricia failed to notice as Patrick pulled out of Isabella and shuffled to press his cock against her buns.

She had never let him do anal, but Patrick knew that was changing, they all were changing. Nibbling across Centricia’s shoulder he glanced as her hair begun to shift tone again, streaks of silver slowly descending from the roots.

Centricia pressed up back against Patrick, feeling the full length of his cock as it pressed up against her. She exhaled heavily thinking about its size within her, like the tongue lapping around the inside of her pussy as lips held tight and sucked her juices free.

She struggled to remember what it was concerning her as she enjoyed the squeeze of her breasts. Moaning and looking to the mirrored wall again there she saw it.

She wasn’t done being changed.

Her hair was becoming a white silver, her lips starting to bleach alongside her eyelids as her skin faded to deeper darker black before her eyes. She felt the want, the need to just watch the changes finish over coming her.

She felt alarm at that desire.

Gasping in pleasure as she was suddenly pushed forward and Patrick’s cock began to trail down between her ass cheeks she stared once more at the reflection, and its almost glowing green eyes.