Caitlin Helps The Idol

If Caitlin had known the Idol would circumvent her pact she likely wouldn't have offered herself so easily. Not that she cared as she shared giving oral to her sister's tail with her mother.

Her sister was willingly coming along to the Idol's ranks, all thanks to the dark stain left on her soul.

Tony looked up at his daughter with infatuation, delighting perversely in the act of double penetrating her with his cock and phallic tail. She had made him cum several times already, but they needed to wind her up into wanting more.

As Marissa climaxed once more she toppled over. The mortal constraints on her body leaving her exhausted and panting for breath. She had no grasp of time, other than the daylight glistening in through the window where all of this started.

Leaving his now tailed daughter, Tony quickly set about his reinvigorated sex life with his wife, leaving Caitlin to soothe Marissa and aid her sister along her path.

“You look so exhausted.” Caitlin sympathized, brushing the frenzied hair clear of Marissa's face. “Want some help getting to the shower?”

Marissa weakly nodded yes, a refreshing shower sounded nice. Or maybe just a relaxing bath…

Caitlin aided her to the washroom and settled her into a warm filling tub.

As Marissa soaked, basking in the soup of water, sweat, and corrupt sexual juices she explored her body, the new sensitivities, and newer sensations as she wondered what getting the Idol another soul might earn her, no longer concerned or cared about her growing demonic nature. Her soiled mind and body increasingly welcoming to it.

Caitlin meanwhile was in Marissa's room. Her sister's cell phone in hand, corrupting and energizing it to find a good next victim for her sibling.

After all, she had no intentions of keeping eternal pleasure and bliss for just herself, it wasn't the succubus way.

That, and she found a special arousal in the Idol circumventing the deal to spare Marissa, each of her acts further pledging her soul to the Idol's thrall.

The cell phone vibrated vigorously as the corruption overtook it. With the wallpaper perverting into an image of Caitlin and Silvia flanking Marissa atop her father Caitlin grinned. Going to the text messages Caitlin considered just who to summon.

A friend?

A suspected lover?

Or maybe someone random being called for a favour, or a lift.

Caitlin licked her lips considering just who her sister should have the opportunity to corrupt next.