Brandie is Damned

Brandie felt half a thought of ****, a quickly muffled question, and a suddenly side swiped hesitation as two red forms flanked and joined the black one.

Their skin etched in black runes Brandie barely got to glimpse as her hair was grabbed by a black clawed fist and her throat filled by the inhuman cock with **** that pressed tears from Brandie’s eyes as she felt herself almost fall limp as if suddenly little more than a doll in the sexual exchange.

As if she had ceded herself to it, as it held her there then pleasured itself with her, tail snaking across her skin, a trail of warm slime causing Brandie to shiver in disgust before trembling in the spreading fire of pleasure radiating out from its glistening trail as it went lower.

Brandie’s nipples peaked atop her small pointed breasts aching for attention before starting to burn with an electrical surge that would’ve caused her to **** herself had she not already been **** on the Idol’s length with the relinquished will of desperation she had brought herself back here with.

Her body shifted back and forth with instinctive need, pausing its rhythm and shifting even more forward with need as the phallus traced across her navel and down upon her mons.

With a tug Brandie felt her teary eyed gaze brought upwards, locking with the glowing red voids that were the Idol’s eyes as it paused using her.

“You’re ignoring your damnation.” The words were scolding, their disappointment venomous like a teacher permitted to treat a student with disdain.

Let me help.

The words were more thought, than voice, their seductive pang prompting Brandie to want to look, as an iridescent pearl white hand took her wrists from behind and raised them up to embrace the cocks of the incubi to either side of the Idol.

Brandie’s hands burned with the heat of their flesh, her touch slow, deliberate, and shifting with need, like frost bitten fingers grasping a hand warmer she felt their warmth spread within her. Scalding at first, but soon soothingly warm.

You’re a cold little thing, let them stoke your fire.

Milk them.

Use them.

Brandie’s hands grew in pace, her head began to bob in anticipation of the tug of her hair like a trained beast.

The discomfort, the lack of breathing, just seemed to fade away into the void.

Brandie’s slender body squirmed and flexed not just into the black figure's tail as it teased along her labia, deliberately not parting the lips. Toyingly pressing upon her pussy yet failing to penetrate and delivering the sought after relief from anticipation.

Yet to and fro between the incubi tails, the slimy initial feel of their precum brushing across her skin no longer causing any disgusting, but exciting her with need as they brushed all over her back, and snaked down.

Break free.

Break free and say it.

Release us from damnation.

Release us to damnation.

Gasping in sudden climax Brandie broke free off the Idol’s cock to scream in pleasure as her body trembled.

“Fuck… me…” Brandie panted losing her gaze in the red glow of the Idol’s eyes. Unable to pull away as her hands moved guided by touch alone.

“Fuck… me…” Brandie trembled and groaned, a hand leaving a leg, blindly moving with memory and instinct alone.

“Fuck… me…” Brandie whined, feeling some hope has her hand brushed across the phallus brushing across her pussy lips. “Please…” Brandie whimpered, taking hold of it, feeling it stiffen and cooperate as she guided its tip by touch, between her juicy folds.

Across her clit, and down upon her slit.

Brandie screamed as the tail struck, thrusting and pulling until seeming to snag momentarily on the cusp of exiting her before delving even deeper once more.

“Oh…. FUCK… Fuck… Me… Fuck…” Brandie’s gasped words were soon garbled as she was face fucked once more.

Her hands went to work, jerking the two incubi eagerly, as her thoughts began to crave amplifying this sensations, her pleasure ever more.

Imagine what it’d feel like being covered in their cum.

Brandie felt herself growing hotter, her skin quickly growing glazed in a sheen of sweat as she fucked on, pausing in pace grinding atop the phallus and stroking the two incubi to smack her ass cheeks and hold them wide.

Incubi claws replacing her hands as she quivered and held her flat ass cheeks apart. Inviting the tease of their tails between them as the Idol continued to saw its tail, and fuck her face before them.

As their tails snaked and penetrated, first one, then the other, before both Brandie lost herself in pain.

She pawed at the Idol’s legs, trembling as the burning grew more and more intense.

Brandie felt as if a fire had been lit within her, and now a trickle of gas had become a steady flow incinerating her from within.

Brandie pushed on, eager, somehow knowing it was almost over.

It will all be better sooner.

As she felt the tails, and the cock in her mouth stiffen, twitch, and bulge the pain was suddenly broken.

Had Brandie the chance she might have laughed in lunacy as the pain suddenly twisted into pure pleasure.

There was no struggle to throat, swallow, breath, and still swallow the cum pumping right down her throat from the Idol’s cock.

She felt herself feeling flooded, swollen with the release of the tails within her.

But most importantly, Brandie knew this was the start of her damnation. Their cum charring her soul. She felt the warm spray of the two incubi upon her face and shoulders as she was pulled off the Idol’s cock and left to fall limp to the floor.

As Brandie felt it searing her skin with pleasure she couldn’t help but lazily squirm and shift, lapping up any droplets she found drizzled on the floor.

As the dark figure stepped away from before her, Brandie gazed up to notice the woman who had been the center of all the escapades in the initial scene here fall limp in orgasm.

She wasn’t alone, before her stood a younger, more beautiful, more pornstar version of herself, gazing at Brandie sprawled upon the floor.

With an outstretched arm, and a simple curl of a finger Brandie felt her post coital paralysis vanish.

Brandie moved with urgency, need, and thoughtless instinct. Brandie’s first thought, first question, was just why had she rushed here to eat pussy? She had never really done much beyond kissing and touching other girls, yet she naturally took to suckling and lapping at the wet pussy towering before her as if second nature.

Brandie had no other thoughts, or questions as her mind grew engrossed with the taste, the feel, and the pleasurable reactions of Lydia’s doppelganger to her tongue. Brandie shivered with her own delight as the doppelganger clenched her head and pulled her face tighter to her mons, grinding tightly against the redhead’s face and containing the spray of squirting cum erupting from her pussy upon the teens face.

Brandie shivered in delight as she felt the corruption within the juices upon her skin. Delicately her fingers gathered and pulled the juices across her face, lips pulling them clean from her fingers as they neared her mouth, tongue sweeping the lips clean as Brandie sought the bring the tainted fluids within herself.

Lydia startled awake from the vision, orgasming hard, grinding against the lips she clenched to her pussy.

As sober clarity overtook the afterglow of the orgasm Lydia felt mortified. How did she end up having her pussy eaten? When did her pants get dropped to the floor? The air reeked of sex, the earthy scent intoxicating and tugging for Lydia not to break away.

Pushing the rusty haired head away Lydia felt mortified and aroused as the teen fell back, and kept fingering herself head thrown back, eyes clenched, clearly working to grow herself ever closer to her own apex of pleasure.

Chaotically pulling up her pants Lydia looked around in concern. Had anyone else walked in? Had Serena come by to pick up her order? Had Dinah come in for the start of her shift?”

Lydia’s mind raced with a hundred thousand concerned thoughts and questions, all as Brandie’s grunts and groans of pleasure building tugged at her, inserting perverted thoughts into the mix of panic.

In for a penny, or in for a pound?