Devon is torn

Devon’s eyes widened, he had just started kissing Kaylee’s neck as her hand helped him realize their situation.

His cock called for more touching, something that it soon got as Kaylee continued to kiss his neck and stroke his cock.

They have gotten to her, Devon though, slowly backed up and away from Kaylee as she kissed down his neck, and pressed his shirt and jacket over one shoulder.

It felt so good, Devon’s body called on his mind to just go all in. After all, his wife had never been hotter. But something tugged on him to back away, there was something wr… shifting back Devon froze, the press of the two breasts compressing against his back, another set of strangely relaxing and arousing hands stroking his sides.

“You know you want this.” Louise’s words felt strangely more sultry to Devon now, warmly lulling him as he found himself entwined between his wife and the strange elephant woman as they felt him up and lavishly kissed along opposite sides of his neck. All as Alana lurked behind Kaylee, ready to lock lips should Devon desire.

Strange thoughts or things he could do with his wife danced through his head, twisted porn fantasies that he wouldn’t ask in a million years. Nothing too hardcore, just different from their normal vanilla sex life where neither of them had pushed each other’s boundaries.

He found himself craving to see his wife fucked, craving to watch her struggle to bob on a cock as she bounced off another. She was already on one cock…

Still, he felt the doubt tug on him, less directly perceptible, but its looming mass in his mind was growing.

He felt a pang of sadness. He got the impression that he had to leave his wife behind.

This wasn’t sickness or health, this was some sort of metamorphosis.

His cock throbbed against it.

His mind wanted to push back on the growing feeling hijacking his calm.

His soul was reminding him of his survival.

Louise fell back shocked by the unexpected resistance as Devon stood up and turned to face them all.

The elephant-like demon woman, the formerly bound sex-crazed raven-haired woman, the slowly standing horse-headed demon man, and Devon’s wife, black cum slowly dripped down her leg as she stood at the front of the corrupt denizens of the Idol Devon was backing away from.

“STAY BACK! I… I DON’T WANT IT!” Devon shouted hands pointing angrily at the foursome as they calmly just looked at him.

“Don’t you want me?” Kaylee’s voice sharply tore at Devon with its dejected connotation. “Do I not please you?” Kaylee began to sob, her emotional meltdown slowly transpiring before Alana making out with Louise as the trio ran their hands across each other’s bodies.

“NO!” Devon urgently threw down turning from pointing for a second to seethe before pointing and staring dead ahead into Kaylee’s golden eyes. “This isn’t you. I won’t let you tear at what WE had. I’m done. I’M leaving, and YOU ALL aren’t stopping me.”

Devon shook physically from the emotional turmoil storming within him. He wanted to just run out, to grab something and attack them all, to just break down and cry, to lay back and coldy let them have their way with him hoping for oblivion to take him.

But he was soulfully resolute.

He wasn’t going to let them get to him. To stop him here.

As he backed away from the four people he had almost become entwined with he glanced off further into the kitchen, maneuvering slowly, watching for them to stop him as Alana finished snickering with the Elephant woman and horseman. Leaning forward she whispered to Kaylee.