Breanna fulfills her fantasy... Sort of.

Dropping down to her knees Breanna eagerly masturbated, fondling and swaying her body in presentation. Watching the assorted monstrosities before her turn and take to one another before Breanna's performance. She soon had any concerns alleviated as Jason stepped forward and dragged his semi hard cock down across her eyes, along her nose, and down Breanna's face.

As Breanna nuzzled into it she soon felt Heather’s phallic tail joining it, the others stroking themselves and starting to circle Breanna as she reached up and began to explore and relish her touch upon the corrupt legion members who had gathered for her. The assorted contours, textures, and rigidity of the demonic genitals she could reach.

It hadn’t been two hours since Heather and Jason gathered what was left of their reception. While Breanna and Nicole had been trapped in the elevator almost every other waking soul had been taken, or imprisoned in the hotel, those that hadn't woken were in the process of experiencing strangely erotic dreams, enticing them towards just what awaited them, unexpected pleasure and company rousing them from deep coercive slumber bringing them into the Idol's thrall.

As Breanna relished her first taste of Incubus cock she grinned, wondering if fucking them both would be a better wedding present than the coffee table she had gotten them from their registry. It was no longer something they would have need or want of after all.

Shifting over to taste her first bull demon cock her tongue explored the foreign contours and feel of the animalistic shaft. It excited Breanna, ideas of not just how wrong it was to want to lay with monsters and beasts, but anything that willing would insert into her. Anything that would USE her, for their pleasure, and hers. Breanna grimaced as she attempted to **** on the bullish cock before pulling up for a gasp of air and diving onto Paul’s knotted cock.

The exciting idea of it possibly lodging in her arousing Breanna further.

Just like her fantasy they discussed her as if she wasn’t anything more than an object. An something simply there to please them. Heather and Jason’s tails teased at her slit, James stroked a hand through her hair wondering what kind of mane it would make.

Phallic tails and glistening cock heads brushed and glazed precum trails across her skin. Periodically Breanna would stop and lap at random body parts crossing paths with her mouth as it was moving from cock, to cock, to thigh, claw, or phallic tail.

Breanna splayed her legs as she kneeled, delighting in the tormenting tease of the perverse tails stroking across and pressing on her dripping pussy. She gasped and moaned and groaned each time she was delighted by the slightest penetration of her pussy. Her own juices slowly drooling to the floor as her sexual hunger grew.

Breanna moaned wantonly as she felt the lash of tail barbs whipping across her breasts reaching between digitrade legs, the painful lashes leaving warming pleasure in their wakes as her body was overwhelmed with sensitivity and arousal as she sought to pleasure all that was on offer before her.

Breanna bounced from cock to cock with hands and mouth working nonstop to prove her value, her worth. As she neared Svetlana she enjoyed the cobra tails smooth scales slithering across her, the added adrenaline of a primal fear of serpents adding further to the broad spectrum of arousals she was discovering, her mouth gasping wide and gurgling on as she hooked a finger across Svetlana's slit as the serpent tail wrapped around her neck.

As Breanna went to bounce from one cock to the next she gloried in the firm hold snagging her hair, Svetlana’s tail rearing up to meet tongues with the eager slut as the first words were spoken to Breanna by the gathering from it.

“Why hasssn’t your friend joined us?” It hissed, baring fangs widely.

Looking up with eyes pleading forgiveness Breanna breathed heavily looking to catch her breath, a staggered giggle of madness slipping her drool soaked face. “She still thinks she can be somebody.” The reply provoked laughter from the gathered demons as they looked to one another.

“Pleasssse… Do explain?” Svetlana then asked, hooking two fingers under the now raven haired girls chin and guiding her to her feet, as her tail slithered free of the woman's neck.

They spun Breanna to face Nicole, allowing her gaze of new found disgust to land on her friend, her body squirming and stretching as many hands joined the prehensile tails in exploring her naked pre-cum and spit glazed body as it was presented perversely to Nicole’s unwavering stare of disbelief.

“She rejects the call. The one we all feel in our most primal core. So tied up with the concept of identity she is **** to release herself to the masses. To be one with the masses. Not so much a part of it as an implement for it. Some THING to be used, rather than some ONE to help.” Breanna began to rant, her university education trying to piece together some argument for her growing desire for loss of self and how ultimately it was a worthy sacrifice.

“For what is helping but non-committal servitude. She seeks to remain defiant, helping fuel the cycle of communal self sabotage at the hands of those who put themselves above the whole.” Breanna looked down at Nicole as her friend glared angrily and fearfully at what was becoming of Breanna. A stubborn thought of denying the arousal, and swelling envy of just what Breanna was already doing reinforcing her corrupted will.

“If only there was a way to fix her.” Breanna playfully remarked before locking lips with Jeremy's trunk.