Claire

The scream of shock, surprise, and fear seemed to fade as the fiery veil gave way to the abyss.

Claire felt like she had suddenly come to her senses, as the darkness gave way and she shot upright in a cot, her body aching all over. Strangely burning for a bad nights sleep in a lousy bed. It was all a dream… Some crazed overly sexual nightmare.

That left her strangely terrified, aroused, and longing.

Looking around the poorly maintained dingy and dark cabin room Claire breathed deeply, trying to calm herself as she grew ever more aware of her surroundings. The dim light of a barely dawning sun expelling the pitch dark of night beyond the window.

As Claire calmed and slowed her heavy deep breaths she thought she heard something.

Not truly recognizing it or giving it any heed the squeaky high pitched sound in the distance grew more prominent over the calm.

Is that… Claire wondered as the moaning and high pitched whimpering seemed to grow clearer still as Claire focused and listened intently. Claire grew more engrossed as she grew ever more certain she was hearing the sound of someone fucking.

Glimpsing out her window she observed the darkness obscured forms.

In the blink of an eye Claire was suddenly closer, ducked behind a bush easily able to make out the contours of the pale woman’s flank as she was fucked from behind, bent leaning against the picnic bench where so many lunches and dinners were had.

There was something hypnotic about how their bodies shifted apart, then together, the clasps of their flesh, the sway of her breasts, the instability of their breaths and they whined in pleasure for more in equal measure of incoherent sounds of encouragement.

Claire questioned how she got there for a moment, a gut wrenching horrible feeling grabbing hold as she considered it, the moment passing as the woman’s incoherent cries of pleasure grew louder and more urgent.

It was clear to Claire in the pre-dawn light that this couldn’t be one of the native girls on the reserve. Her skin too pale and pasty as it contrasted against what was likely a tanner figure rutting into her.

Claire found herself soon timidly touching herself, lost in thoughts about how the girl was getting fucked, wanting her fucked harder, desiring to watch her embody what Claire’s perverted mind was imagining it would be like, if she were the one bent over, being so thoroughly fucked.

As Claire watched she felt on edge, like she was on the verge of being seen, getting caught, getting into trouble. Something told her she should run, as she slowly touched herself more, her hands skipping beneath the shorts she wore to bed.

Gasping in relief as Claire felt her fingers hook inside of herself the red light of the approaching dawn cast itself across the couple.

Claire watched the familiar looking girl throw her head back and roll it, moaning in climax as he back arched elegantly and the two bodies pressed tight in shared pleasure. Her arms reaching behind her trying to pull the figure now cumming inside her to kiss her over the shoulder.

Claire felt the burning sensation seem to rise and grow inside her, complimenting yet fueling off her indiscretion of masturbating to this couple fucking.

Fuck her hard, Claire thought swallowing as she struggled to keep quiet and closed her eyes for a moment.

“HARDER! OH!!! FUCK ME!” The woman wailed out, her pale skin flush with the first light of dawn, looking and hearing strangely familiar, Claire dismissed those thoughts as her mind crept to the strange pleasure and ecstacy from the tentacle fuck in her dream.

Claire froze as some branches nearby rustled, a new figure stepping forward to the cusp of the clearing. Claire froze in terror, hands in her pants, afraid to move should it draw any attention. Slowly she turned to look, gazing upon the undone jeans. The flannel shirt parted like curtain through which the purple headed cock protruded to be stroked.

Dropping her jaw, Claire was aghast, and embarrassed by this lewd pervert jerking himself off so openly while watching the couple fuck. Looking him up and down Claire waa further disturbed to recognize the team leader on the water purification project.

A sudden scream of orgasm pulled Claire’s gaze back to the table, The woman’s shoulders slowly slumped in relaxed bliss, her arched back pressed down upon by the man who now bent over top of her, slowly pulling out.

Claire felt sudden regret at having missed their shows culmination, a slight remorse at having been watching them at all feeling unworthwhile. As her mind began to consider just what to do Claire slowly shifted her head to see the team leader out of the corner of her eye.

He was ripping of his shirt… stumbling out of his boots… his pants fell on the few branches obscuring Claire’s view, precum stained boxers cast atop them without a glance as Claire couldn’t help but see the length of meat he had been stroking.

That thought barely hanging on as the now naked man jogged over to the picnic bench.

He pulled the woman’s face up for a deep kiss as she and her first sex partner finally parted and stood.

Laying back on the table, the team leader lead the dark brown haired girl up over top of him, her body shifting to straddle him, head angling skyward as her hands obviously guided his cock into her recently fucked pussy.

Behind her the local man had stroked himself hard again, climbing up behind her, he gave Claire no doubt as to where his cock was going.

The stiffening and relaxing jerks in the woman as she trembled and gasped at the slow and gentle penetration enhanced by the now soft orange glow upon their bodies.

Oh my God.. damn it… Claire thought, caught it disbelief at just what was transpiring, the couple now turned threesome provoking curiosity and envy in Claire as she slowly resumed fingering herself, a desire to strip and be as naked as the fucking trio before her developing as Claire just felt the strange burning sensation through her body grow hotter and hotter.

RUN! STOP! BEFORE ITS TOO LATE AND YOU’RE CAUGHT! The panicked thoughts struggled to disquiet the calm Claire was finding in just watching and fingering herself.

Claire struggled on the cusp of climax, shaking her head as thoughts of just stripping and strutting out there like the team leader had danced in her head.

After all, it was less creepy for a woman to walk in on you to join than some pervy man… right?

The heat kept growing around Claire, her body glistening in sweat, her ratty old tank top seemingly suddenly soaked through and clinging to her flesh, aching nipples pressing through, beacons seeking attention.

Grey hazy rolled lazily through the clearing as the trio just seemed to fuck harder, and harder, the noise of their pleasure echoing out louder, more clearly, and strangely more familiar.

Claire’s mind flashed through the experiences from the hot tub, the corruptions of her siblings, their infernal baptism, their communing with that demon…. She fingered herself as the haze initially dismissed as fog grew thicker, its scent strangely pungent and repulsive to part of her, while strangely and ever more strongly hearty, warm, and welcoming like a fire warmed cabin.

Claire half coughed, half gasped as the air grew evidently smokey, the smoke half **** her, half invigorating her and making her feel even wilder.

As Claire watched the three people fuck her eyes grew wide as the men changed. It was subtle at first, their leg proportions shifting and bending to digitrades, their feet shrinking to cloven hooves as their legs grew dark and hairy.

Long snake like tongues lashed out fromtheir mouths as they grunted a groaned with pleasure, faces elongating as horns grew out and back from the brows of their heads.

Claire couldn’t help but masturbate ever harder, stuck wondering what kind of kinky immoral slut would fuck with such goat like devils. The heat and smoke seeming to grow fiercer.

As two dainty hands wrapped down across Claire’s shoulders and under her shirt she froze.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” The sultry voice made Claire want to moan, to roll her head back to kiss, to finger herself harder.

To curse in embarrassed shock and flee.

Claire’s sudden attempt at movement came to a sudden and firm stop. Slowly turning to look up Claire tried to resist the sudden desire to thoroughly look her naked sister up and down.

“Emi… What….” Claire began to talk as two fingers pressed to her lips.

“You don’t need to say anything.” Emi’s words were strangely soothing and calming, despite the growing alarm and panic at being caught here… doing this… “You’ve already confirmed you want this.”

“Want what…” Claire began to ask, slowly shaking her head as the strangely familiar woman’s identity dawned upon her mind. “No… No.. NO!”

With sudden soulful realization Claire struggled free and ran into the smoke, coughing, **** and burning in the heat.

Suddenly she knew what was happening, there was no dawn. The glow was the approach of fire. As she ran into the suddenly igniting forest around her she staggered, stumbled, and felt everything growing dark.

“Mmm…. Yes…” Claire moaned, feeling the lap of a tongue across her slit, two fingers delicately slipping in, rolling and dragging out torturously. She could feel the press of the man’s face against her rear as her licked again.

The feel of the weathered wood beneath her flat palms, the gentle breeze of a warm summer night across her bare skin.

Part of her objected, tried to raise alarm, but ultimately was paralyzed by a sense of inevitability. She had watched this all before.

She HAD wanted what she saw.

She mentally egged them on.

The hot tub, the apartment building, the ceremony at the hotel. It all happened, just as she worked to get herself off watching as she consorted with demonic beasts.

Looking up at the sky she saw this was not some night on the reserve, this was some place else, some fascade portraying that familiar place. Gazing up at the window longingly Claire commited to her fate. No longer wondering about the pleasure she had wished upon her performer, but embracing it as her own desire.

Letting her restraint go, she moaned louder, prouder, more lavishly. She had enjoyed watching herself get fucked so much, now she intended to enjoy being watched as she actually got the chance to be fucked.

“Ooohhh put it in me….” Claire moaned aloud even as a different discourse occurred within her mind.

What am I doing? This isn’t like me? And the like rang out in her mind, her thoughts rallying to soul saving defence.

Yet the discourse within her wasn’t one sided, with the corruption of her mind and body a darker persona had been born, the communion giving it strength, and now it began to encompass what remained undevoted to her new God. Gaining more unilateral control, and dominance over just who Claire was.

This is me. This is what I’m becoming. This is what I’ve enjoyed, and embraced.

“HARDER! OH!!! FUCK ME!” Claire declared aloud further entrenching the person, no. The demonic being she was becoming.

Arching her back and going stiff in orgasm Claire felt more affirmed in the wanton act. She was there in the bushes, watching, enjoying, pleasuring herself, thinking of watching me fucked more. Panting heavily Claire knew she wasn’t done, looking to the masturbating man on the edge of the clearing she waved him over.

There was no discussion, no hesitation or question. As the man almost 20 years her senior laid down on the bench, Claire thought nothing but delight at how this act would defile the good man. She took his hand as he lead her up to straddle him. Claire slid down his cock easily enough, feeling her pussy contracting and tighten to embrace it fully.

Exhaling in pleasure Claire took a moment just to feel the fullness of the cock within her, before glancing back and pulling her ass cheeks apart, smiling in anticipation of the 18 year old cock's resumption fucking her in a different hole.

Claire felt full, slow, and awkward. She missed the ease, and the quick easy pleasure of her corruption. She could feel the burning grow stronger, hotter, more invigorating. She recognized it now, it was her corruption. She had stoked it into returning to her, and now she stoked the flames hotter.

But it wasn’t hot enough, she wasn’t being perverted enough.

She had lain with the monstrous embrace of creations of the biblical beast, these two cocks could not compare.

Claire moaned in growing delight as she felt them burning and throb within her. Swelling larger, twisting with her dark desires and wanton need for more. Placing a hand on the chest of the former simple man beneath her Claire watched wide eyed with maddened glee as he changed beneath her. Leaning down she kissed him passionately, deriving a thrill off his serpentine tongue twisting around hers, before she broke the kiss and leaned back embracing the goat like head over her shoulder.

These weren’t devils, that botched biblical interpretation existed solely to persecute and condemn Satyr's and their corrupted kind. The greater satyrs made quicker work of Claire’s needs. Her eyes able to see the warm embrace of flames dancing beyond the clearing, their sulfur and brimstone smoke exciting her as she fucked more vigorously into the goat men double penetrating her.

Claire stared in rapture as the flames grew closer, from all around. Smilling in gleeful delight as she saw the silhouette of her past self flee into the flames.

Leaving a lone figure behind in the awakening of her corrupting realization.

The feminine figure was a black form back lit by cascading flames.

Yellow… Orange… Red… Purple… Blue… Green… The flames seemed to shift as if deciding just what element it was burning.

The dark shadows bat like wings stretched out wide behind it, a tail flickering aloof with seeming intentions of its own as the figure approached Claire.

Its horns were ringed with a floating crown of flickering shadow, the black flames that composed it suddenly bursting into ignition across Emi’s wings providing a corrupt light with which Claire could finally see what had become of her sister.

What Claire suddenly wanted to become of her. Emi circled the rutting trio stoically, black flames dripping in her wake to form a perfect circle. With prominence Emi stepped up to stand atop the table, over the rutting trio, her clawed hand stroking through Claire’s hair.

Smiling with the remembered intent of the night in the hot tub, Claire leaned up, and licked at her sister’s pussy.

Claire was lost in pleasure, and instinct. Following the pull of her corrupt baptism, gazing eagerly and happily up at Emi as a single clawed finger inscribed the center of Claire’s forehead. With sudden orgasmic pressure Claire trembled.

The satyrs began to fuse as the Idol manifested itself in her confirmation, the bodies of the fusing satyrs sprouting tendrils that reached and extended along Claire’s flesh. Slowly Claire felt herself being absorbed into their flesh, the familiar sensation of drowning in the hot tub making her eager for the abyss enveloping her as she orgasmed beyond belief.

Claire was now dead, her soul reforged into that of a secret being. Like her sisters, her true name was enshrined by the Idol, protected so as to deprive others of holding power over her.

Claire could feel her eyes a glow, fiery green flames flickering against the void, soon joined by her flaming green halo bursting into life. Her mind questioned its existence, how she could do what she was meant to, any concern of her purpose being deprived and alleviated at the cascade of flames emerging in the darkness.

The fiery veil parted, Claire barely stopping before crashing into a wall with her haste to emerge beyond it. Black chitinous flesh seemed to encase her fore arm and lower legs like Emi. Its dark rich purple ending in jagged spines by her joints. Soft fuchsia skin extending from there. Perfect large tear shaped B cup breast sat proudly and prominently on her slender curvy form. Eyes glowing bright lime green, akin to the flames atop her halo as rich royal purple hair wove down the middle of her back to the top of her ass in an elaborate thick braid.

Looking about the room with a new view of the world, Claire felt eager to truly get to work. Spreading the Idol’s will.