Claire Finds Her Mark

Katie's husband happily lapped up into the pussy his head was pinned beneath.

He had been sober, resisting all the enticements and temptations the party had offered, shooing away a few too many interested parties from not just himself, but his wife as he prayed for the party to end so he could drive them home safe.

Before something too damaging to their marriage happened.

His mind puzzled why they hadn't tried to flee sooner, or why he stopped looking for his wife amongst the crowd just to watch. Watch those perfect breasts hang, sway with each thrust, to almost swear he could feel his own cock thrusting into her.

Shaking back to his struggle through the chaos he barely paused as his suit jacket was torn away, left in the needy grasp of someone more corrupted and sexually inclined.

Spotting Katie he pushed forward more aggressively almost breaking into a run as the crowd parted between escaping and the assorted huddles of sexual acts scattered across the room.

Then his view went dark and the world felt like it was going side ways.

Claire maybe should've been concerned about the slowly pooling blood.

Maybe. But it didn't matter, as long as his growing desire remained focused. The Idol after all preys on wants, not needs. With speed and agility more at home at a gymnastics competition, or maybe a UFC fight Claire had launched into the airs snagging her quarry's head between her legs toppling them over.

Had it not been for Claire's now supernatural agility his head might've been cushioned between her legs, yet as he tipped over Claire landed casually on her feet, Jacob's head bouncing off the carpetted concrete with a hollow thud inaudible over the fucking and panic in the room.

Dropping to her knees Claire simply grinned broadly as she grabbed Jacob's short hair turning his lips and dazed half lidded eyes to her pussy, his tongue slowly going to primal work as her juices dripped onto his sexually parched lips.

Jacob should have fought it, would have fought it, except he was traumatically concussed, his brain diverting to core instinctive traits, ones where desire and need shared the same paths.

His body didn't want to give up, it felt so much life, but his brain was slowly losing touch.

His soul helpless as thought and morals became beyond cognitive capacity. Hungering instinct working overtime to shore up self preservation.

Claire moaned and cried with delight. Her encouraging words beyond the mental capacity of the quickly corrupting prey beneath her.

Already Jacob's tongue had grown to extend from his mouth six inches, fattening out as his body nourished its disaster with the corrupted aid of Claire's pussy not just healing him, but changing him as well.

Soon his head started to lift up, locking his lips with her pussy in a passionate tour of his tongue as he felt his body strengthen, blood loss diminishing as a live or die factor moment by moment.

“Wooo!” Claire cried out excitedly as suddenly Jacob's hands grabbed firm hold around her legs, pulling her tightly down as he growled hungrily up into her nourishing snatch. Its corrupt essences already yellowing his eyes, his ears developing points.

“That's right, be the wild animal you were meant to be.” Claire lewdly commanded, her words still beyond Jacob's grasp, just like any thoughts of the woman he loved and married.

Feeling his body growing in strength and vitality what had been Jacob had began to hunger for more.

Rolling Claire off of him she cursed and swore in delight, she shrieked in momentary pain as the dress was ripped free from her body, the fabric ripping wide from the blossom that now displaced one nipple.

The corruption was healing him, it was needed to survive. His primal instincts inherently knew this, and pursued it. He wasn't going to just die. With a few excited strokes of his suddenly more sensitive cock, Jacob delved into Claire's pussy, moaning in relief and delight as she tightly encompassed his shaft.

Slowly as Claire squirmed in delight Jacob grinded to a start like a burdened train. Each thrust slowly faster, and harder than the last. Claire fondled her breasts glancing at Jacob's wife, certain the harlot was soon to be unleashed as the now gargantuan Luke edged Katie's pussy along his cock.

Arching her back Claire cried out in climax, reaching her arms around the neck of Jacob as the corruption that was eating away at him began to heal the brain Claire had damaged so critically.

But Jacob was destined to never be the same, his brain being rewired to steer thought away from love, and compassion. Instead fueling desire and pleasure in its place.

Claire's skin was shifting red in tone, her hair turning yellow with streaks of green. Across her body the roots of her blossom could be seen just beneath her skins surface. The roots penetrating every part of her body as she and her blossom began to become one.

Jacob howled in delight, as he swore he could feel something within Claire's pussy take hold around his cock and stroke. Something not entirely untrue as the blossom's roots began to take hold, aware that their healing victim's soul might gain mindful awareness and try to escape.

Although Claire soon found someone eager to help make him stay.