Darkness appeal (sluttification)

Raven, Camellia, and Drusilla were looking at the spellbook, an old dusty book that Drusilla found in her dad's extensive collection of books.

"Trust me, this is the real shit! It's a real magic book, with curses and all."

"I don't know, I like the goth look and all, but magic, I'm not sure, I want to go into that."

"Don't be a buzzkiller, Camellia. Come on, let's try a spell."

Raven opened the book, skimming through the pages.

"Let's call a demon or some night creature!"

Drusilla was really excited about the idea, and against Camellia's complaints, Raven looked for a spell close enough.

"Here, this spell, descent of the night. It calls a being from the deepest night. That sounds cool!"

"That's sound really dangerous, girls. We shouldn't play with this."

"Stop whining. We need to be three, so help us."

Scared to be cast out, Camellia helped her friends to prepare the spell. It was surprisingly easy, if you were goth. Dark candles, a skull (bird skull will do), obsidian, and other black stuffs. The girls then took each other's hand and started to chant. But no entity came, instead a vision, so strong it took over all their sense. It was pitch black, and yet they could see, in a starless sky, things were moving like millions of snakes. It was not cold or warm, yet they felt like their skin was burning and shedding. Still, none of that was painful, or it was, but it was a delightful pain, almost orgasmic. The smell of cum and sweat was making their head spin, and the sound of silent moaning was deafening.

Raven woke up in her bed, feeling refreshed. She felt more energetic and strong than ever. She didn't remember what happened after the incantation, and had no idea how she came back home. Yet, her mind was clear, and calm, like for the first time, her thoughts were not restrained by the limit of her brain.

Putting on her glasses, she noticed how her body was more firm, while keeping her amazing curves. Her black hair had a blue tint at the tip, and yet, it didn't seem like a dye. What she didn't notice was her astonishingly beautiful face and long, pointed ears.

Taking a shower, she felt someone joining in. A man a little bit older than her, barely average in look, yet he reminded her of someone more handsome, the philosophy teacher's assistant. The strangest part, is, that she didn't freak out. In fact, she longed for his presence.

Spreading her butt cheeks to reveal a plump and sensitive asshole, she invited him in.

Like in a trance, the man pushed with ease his cock in her ass. The feeling was amazing, like her backdoor had become a second vagina, there was no pain, only pleasure as he started to pump his hard member deep in her. Grunting and groaning, he started to grow fat, losing hair on his scalp, while gaining almost everywhere else. His teeth turned yellow and uneven, and his nose grew bigger.

By the time he came, giving Raven the best orgasm she ever had, he was unrecognizable.

Finally falling on his ass, he looked at his arms, confused.

"What did you do to me?" He asked.

The answer to his question came naturally to her mind.

"I offered your beauty and sex appeal to the lord of the deepest night. Thank you, it was... amazing..."

Raven left her bathroom naked and satisfied. Anal sex was the best!

Drusilla woke up in a tent, feeling amazing and, despite the state of filth of the place, like she could take on the world. She didn't remember much of the night before, other than the spell. So, it was confusing to find herself in this unknown place.

Stepping out, she discovered that she was under a bridge, in the middle of a hobo camp. The tip of her black hair had turned naturally deep red, while her eyes were purple. Looking around her, she saw several men bowing before her, while two were bringing a confused third one.

"What's going on? Who... Who are you?"

Drusilla was so hungry... or thirsty, she felt attracted to the guy. They stripped him in front of her and it made her incredibly horny. In front of her, on her knees, he entered a trance state, like her, and she began to suck his tasty cock.

It didn't matter who was the man, or how he looked, the smell of his erected meat was too enthralling. The taste was unlike anything she had ever tasted, better than anything she ever ate, and when he came, her mind went blank from the pleasure that the flavor of cum gave her.

Getting back to her senses, the man was kneeling before her, like everyone else. She stood up and remembered what she was doing. She put her hand on the head of her new member.

"I welcome you, servant of the deepest night."

Nothing was better than the aftertaste of cum in her mouth.

Camellia woke up, her arms and legs bounded to a bed frame, her mouth stuck open by a ball gag. In front of her, between her legs, she could see her pussy, huge and swelled, with just a slit between two soft mounts. It was so wet, drops run down from it, wetting the sheets. Yet she couldn't see her clit in the fleshy canyon, completely devoid of any hair.

Beyond that view, there were only bare walls with dark red wall paper and a door just in front of her. The door opened and a man entered the room soon after, naked, with a massive cock hanging between her legs. Just the sight of the thing made her aroused and eager to feel it in her.

"The lord of the deepest night really offered me a marvelous gift!"

The girl remembered, the spell, the visions, her fight against the madness, against the corruption. It was hopeless, yet, in a way, she won, she wasn't completely devoted to the deepest night. Her body and mind were corrupted, but she was still... herself, mostly.

The man came to her, the wait was unbearable, she wanted to have it, it was growing hard and big in front of her, so big. When it finally spread her fat pussy lips with the tip, she understood. Her clit was gone, but her G-spot was now covering the whole entrance of her cock sleeve. The feeling of the penetration already brought her orgasmic pleasure. The changes were made to destroy her, to shatter her sanity.

Has the man pumped his massive cock in her cum dumpster, bouncing against her swelled belt, her mind was blank, filled with pleasure beyond anything she ever felt. It was like her whole body was disappearing, and only one unique thing remained, something unfathomable, something divine, something hellishly good.

Camellia came back to her senses, later, unable to know how long it has passed. There was dried cum around her fuck hole, so it had to be some time. She had to leave, she had to find a way to run from this pleasure, she was already in need of another session of unfiltered bliss.

Who knows what her friends were doing out there. If they were still her friends.