An Ascent of Sin

Glancing back Emi smirked at them with envy, the cute guy fucking Toni as she 69'd Sandra, Willow lapping cum from Sandra’s back as Dillon was now laid back being mounted by Jennifer, the other now naked sales clerk occupying his mouth with her pussy.

How strangely arousing Emi looked being restrained by a demon. It made what Emi currently was want to masturbate and watch, to see herself violated and fucked into depravity.

Emi swayed, and shifted as her walk gained swagger, and allure. Already her body had remanifested many of its refined features and beauty.

Approaching her family she felt a sense of fear from them, it saddened her. All that they had been through together and they were still fearful of the enlightenment, and liberation she was delivering.

The confidence, and freedom she was reinforcing having delivered.

Approaching Monica first Emi frowned at the modest bikini her sister wore. It fully enclosed her cleavage, a high neck line and thick straps enclosing her breasts from view. Boxy short likes bottoms enclosed her ass at the top of her legs.

As she pushed the modest swimsuit out of the way Emi relived that night she had fled home in her head.

A tired Monica simply opening the door and walking back to bed all tired, Emi slowly following behind her, stripping naked.

Emi could sense Monica’s nervousness and inner turmoil as she fought unbidden taboo arousal, stoked further as Emi joined her beneath the blankets, spooning her in a tight embrace.

But that was no longer enough for this Emi. She pressed her warm body against her sister, shifting suggestively as she enjoyed the pressure massaging her breasts against her sister's back. Her hands gently groping and feeling Monica’s body through her pajamas.

Lovingly Emi kissed and nibbled on Monica’s neck, relishing the heavier inconsistent breathing she was provoking.

The corruption flourished in Emi’s confirmation of her first truly taboo act. Her eyes glowing yellow, her fingers growing clawed as they slipped beneath the cladding of her sister, toying with bare nipple and fingering into a squelching wet pussy provoking quick **** moans as Monica was actively corrupted.

Suddenly Emi was back on the beach, licking her lips as Monica fell to her knees panting in pleasure. The pleasure soon subsided, Monica cried out in panic, in pain, spasming suddenly violently on the sand as her body twisted.

Emi massaged a D cup breast, slowly rolling a finger around her tit as she watched resolutely as the hellfires stoked within Monica scorched her soul. Purifying it, reforging it within Emi’s spiritual reckoning.

As a demonic Monica slowly emerged from the flame it bolted, like a feral animal lunging itself into the orgy behind Emi.

Emi’s demonic counter parting laughing in rejoice as it’s tail snaked across the squirming flesh of Emi’s innocent counter part. Her clothes having receded further.

Emi feeling a strange exuberance as she looked upon the ever more terrified remaining frozen individuals.

“I took her anxiety, and gave her freedom. I took her insecurity, and gave her confidence to share herself.” Emi preached as she stepped up to Caroline. With a glance at her claw like fingers Emi embraced what she was becoming.

Her clawed fingers swiped with supernatural edge and grace. Cleanly slicing the swimsuit , barely leaving reddened marks upon Caroline’s skin in their wake.

There they were in the construction site, Caroline being fucked from behind by her fiance. Emi strutted in, proudly, naked, and before either could even notice pulled Jack in for a deep passionate kiss. “Fuck her like the bitch she is.” Emi ordered, not listening as Caroline cried out in concern at the sudden intrusion, the words suddenly lost from being shouted as mind blowing orgasms struck.

Pulling Jack to a tit, Emi relished the feel of her corrupting milk eagerly being suckled, the man’s hips bucking harder, faster, and more animalistic as his own body seemed to be changed.

As Caroline grew more incoherent and weak in the knees he hefted her, continuing to fuck her as the crew returned from lunch.

Caroline was lost in her actions, unable to keep track as she was shifted to being ass fucked, hefted up and down as she clung and stroked on the cocks of other men present. Her cries of incoherent pleasure garbled by one cock throat fucking her as another slid into her pussy.

“I have spared you the pleasure of one, so you can have the pleasure of many.” Emi seemed to recite to herself as the experience reverted to the beach.

Caroline collapsed on the sands, just as Monica had. Emi felt only a stronger delight, pride, pleasure, and arousal as she watched her sister succumb to the infernal act. The increasing lack of humanity empowering Emi’s corrupt delight as she swiped blindly at the next nearest form eagerly.

Emi smiled proudly at herself in the mirror, slowly placing the brush down and feeling the horns in her reflection with her clawed hands. Emi moaned softly as she stroked along their smooth elegant contours. Before licking her lips and turning to face the running shower.

Finally, where I started doing things right. Emi thought to herself as she ripped open the curtain and set to work, pinning her sister to the shower wall by the neck and going straight to fingering Kathy.

But this replay wasn’t the same as the others. Her sister reacted to the demonic features. Trying to raise alarm, trying to object, gasping in a loss of breath as Emi experienced the warm tight embrace of Kathy’s wet pussy around her clawed fingers.

Equally surprised by the sensation Emi glanced down at the phallus tipped tail she hadn’t realized she had, holding and pulling Kathy tight as she experimented sawing it in and out, on different angles, and at different paces.

Kathy was an incoherent wet mess, clinging the hand rail in the shower, unable to object or come to terms with what Emi was doing, and becoming as she fucked Kathy with her phallic tail.

“Say you want me to cum in you.” Emi didn’t know where the crude demand had come from.

“CUM… in…ME… BITCH!!!” Kathy cried out, heralding them back to the beach where Emi continued to fuck Kathy with her tail and cum in her as she writhered about on the sand in now visible hellfires.

As the flames subsided a feral Kathy lunged at Caroline, eager to give her sister in the beach side orgy a taste of the cream pie she’d been given.

Emi barely gave a glance towards her counterpart manifestations, her innocent self barely audible as her hands we held with one clawed hand by her demonic side. Phallic tail rubbing through the tight yoga shorts as it snaked up through the rather revealing sports bra. Past a fondled tit to where an elongated forked tongue teased at it over the innocent Emi’s shoulder.

Resuming the affirmations she’d started Emi turned to the most vapid of her siblings. Fiona’s elaborate stylish one piece seemed to come entirely undone with one slice. There was no vision away from the beach, as the vane girl was pulled to a nipple and fed upon Emi’s infernal milk. Frigging herself as she squirmed and burned, Fiona gained all that she had sought.

As the sultry raven haired minx pushed out her chest and stylishly crawled across the sand as the flames dispersed from around her. Horns, tail, and all flaunted as Fiona approached the orgy behind Emi as if she were in the midst of a modeling shoot.

Emi couldn’t help but smile at her four sisters as they entwined and frolicked with the other, less intimately known corruption recipients. Fiona pushed Kathy over, flaunting her long forked tongue as it tasted her sister’s cum filled pussy from Caroline’s mouth.

Kathy eagerly choked on Dillon’s cock as it pulled free from Caroline’s freshly fucked snatch.

All as Sandra and Toni made out over Willow as she grew ever more demonic in the wake of the nameless cute guy fucking her missionary, as he made out with Jennifer and Elsa to either side.

Turning back to look at the still frozen individuals left clad in the normal attire for an unliberated beach Emi felt a strange twisted joy and delight at the increasingly terrified looking uncorrupted. She pitied them as she pulled Claire’s face in to her cleavage, motorboating her as her clawed fingers tattered and raked the modest swimsuit free, a nipple barely slipping between Claire lips and a clawed finger in their pussy before a still mostly frozen figure was pushed over to roll in the sand.

Jumping at Julia Emi felt the flap of wings she didn’t know she had, her legs wrapping around the blondes head as she was toppled over. Wet pussy glazing her face as Emi delighted in freeing her final sister from social constraints.

Julia's face nuzzling in and suddenly eating Emi out even as her soul was torched black, and freed of impurities against the depraved fate Emi now eagerly embraced and pressed upon those she cared for most.

As Julia and Claire slipped off into the orgy behind Emi, Emi stood solemnly and stepped up to her mother.

“You always could have been so much more.” Emi remarked brushing hair free from the wide eyed terror. “Perhaps it was fate that which we were taught was demons freed us all from our own demons. Rejoice, never again should any of us feel guilty about needing to come home and take care of you.”

Locking her lips with Terryl, Emi pulled her mother tight against her, and embraced her affectionately as Emi felt the hellfires scorch and purify herself towards what she perceived as the last step in her spiritual confirmation.

The innocent incarnation of Emi screamed out in terror, it’s demonic counterpart throwing their now naked form to the sand as her corrupted demonic sisters descended upon her like pigeons upon bread in a park.

As Terryl began to kiss back, and grope Emi the embrace was released, freeing Terryl to join the audience as it almost entirely grew still and watched for Emi’s final acceptance.

The innocent incarnation of Emi squirmed and moaned incoherently, held, groped, licked, and fingered by the corrupted sisters and mother as they held her still to watch as Emi approached the lone untouched figure on the beach.

Approaching Doug, Emi stroked his face lovingly with a hand. Her knuckles now ridged and contoured looking some what chitinous. As she gazed upon it she felt a dark enthusiasm for the change, glancing down across her body to see similar had happened to her feet and other arm. Atop her knees and elbows raised points ending in sharp spines caught her eye.

“Don’t worry Dada. We haven’t forgotten you. We’ll be back soon to cure you of that mistaken faith.” Leaning in Emi’s tongue teased his ear as her voice grew quiet and whispered. “Then you can fuck us like the beasts we are.”

Emi gasped and screamed in surprised and delight.

Suddenly Emi found her perspective shifted, she now possessed her innocent incarnation as her sisters and mother ravaged her body with pleasure for their own delight, holding her legs spread as Doug was guided in to fuck her missionary. Emi screamed out in pleasure and rejoice as the acceptance of her sins came to claim her.

In what seemed only and instant, and an infinity Emi felt herself fucked into oblivion, her demonic self groping and kissing their father from behind, her tail, their tail. Snaking between his legs and into her ass to pleasure themselves more.

Her father watched in mortified terror before him as ethereal tendrils bound and lifted his unchanged daughter up, stretching her arms and legs out, enwrapping her torso and fondling her breasts.

Emi’s wide brown eyes gazed down at what held her mortal body, then up at her father before smiling with maddening lust. “Mmm….” Emi graphically moaned, looking at her mother, sisters, the shop clerks, and her roommates as they masturbated to her.

This was her in the corner.

This was her in the spot light.

Finding her religion.

Gazing over her shoulder Emi some what smirked wider as the cute guy began to manifest the horns and details of the Idol as it glowed an ethereal realm away in Lydia’s throne room.

“Well, fuck it all away.” Emi remarked provoking her final descent… No, it was her ascension.

Emi squirmed and wiggled within the tentacles holding and groping her as she experienced the strange small penetrations of her ass and pussy. A momentary thought of ‘Is that all you got' was banished as Emi felt them throb and swell larger and larger as they undulated and fucked within her.

The rapidly growing crescendo of pleasure from the fucking mixed with the burning that had abated to warm embers as it had consumed almost any Catholic purity left within her soul.

As Emi threw her head back, relishing the pull of the weight of her hair she gurgled and then choked as another phallic member thrust into her mouth from out of no where.

She could feel it, this wasn’t just how you created a soulless half demon. No, her soul and spirit were being purified, laden with sin and darkness as her mortal coil was not corrupted through its absence, but infused despite its presence.

Infernal ancient knowledge became suddenly inherent and apparent. She felt an excited thrill as she learned fully of her defilement, the slow gradual forging of what would have otherwise been just another Succubus in place of a soul into something new.

How it needed the portal to bring her here, and literally do her willing, wanton, corrupted body itself.

Emi felt increased intensity through her whole body as it became infused by the Idol itself. She felt her ass firm and wobble into perfect roundness. Her breasts heave, and swell, before gradually leaking onto the flesh around them.

She felt her pussy convulse, clench, and grab with dexterity and skill Emi could have never imagined. Enhancing the thrusts into her gushing pussy not just for her, but the God now fucking her.

As her glasses fell Emi threw her head violently in pleasure, rolling it back and forth as euphoria overwhelmed any coherent thought.

Emi could feel her eyes burn yellow, her pasty skin reddening, first just growing flush from the pleasure, then growing scarred crimson by the ongoing act violating her.

More.

More.

More.

Emi’s willing mind hammered the word out in her thoughts with every seeming thrust. Each strike of the word clanging to refining her into the tool, the weapon, the blade her new God needed her to be.

Every paused deep penetration to spurt.

Every breathless gurgle.

Every slow protrusion of her horns as they stretched further out from her brow and curled back over glossy raven locks.

Emi caught glimpse of the angel like wings her soul had to bear her up into heaven. Their edges growing bony and bat like, claw like edges protruding at its joint, as the feather already black glistened like obsidian, as they adorned what otherwise would have been leathery webbing.

Now which are you…

Temptation…

Perversion…

Desire…

Depravity…

Emi smirked as the thought of a perverted sorting hat some how coalesced in her mind, the demonic infusion relieving her overwhelmed human brain as it was twisted into being able to interpret and understand so much Infernal and Divine knowledge that humans couldn’t begin to grasp.

ALL OF IT! Emi’s mind cried out. I want ALL OF IT!

With a sudden and final orgasm of enlightenment Emi found herself panting, heavily on her knees.

Emi was dead. Ore torched, purified and refined. The Idol had named her soul as a reforged creation of its own. A name secreted away so none could hold power over the one they might identify as Emi. Call Emi, but truly name not.

She was back in the center of the transmutation circle, slowly she flexed her tail, wings, and limbs. Flames flared from the fires around her curling and lapping through the air over her head. Their colours intertwined and fused separating from their source as a ring of black flames coiled in a halo atop the peaks of Emi’s horn.

She could see the witches growing fatigued, feel their waning energy.

Dropping to all fours, Emi could feel the hundreds of souls imbedded in the now sacramental grounds of the Idol. Clenching her claws into the floor with easy, Emi raised her ass into the air and grabbed hold of the sensation of that last orgasm.

Cumming suddenly, and violently Emi felt the invigoration of the souls consumed into oblivion as the circle pulsed with power.

As everyone around it flew back in a sudden shockwave a pillar of fire and water cascaded up from the floor in the center of it. As if some fiery reverse waterfall cascaded upwards from the floor as a wall.

Through which Emi stepped, delighting in having completed the conduit.

Reaching a hand out she picked up one of the collapsed forms for the ceremony and flung it like some toy beyond the veil. Then another, and another.

It was now time for the Sister’s of Desecration.