Gia

“Mmm…. You look good enough to eat out.” Gia blatantly and crudely remarked embracing her panicked friend.

Something seemed different about Gia to Margosha, like she could feel a deliberate air pressure emanating from her, hot, relaxing, and arousing. It made Margosha wants just pelle off her clothes, lay back, and let whatever happens, happen.

Its how she’s seducing people, Margosha suddenly thought in shock and awe at the sudden knowing realization.

Gia was projecting an aura of arousal.

But there was something more to it, Margosha could sense tendrils from it reaching out like a sea anemone, plucking and further influencing those around. Darkening or enlivening the energies around it, like a poker shifting logs on a fire to smother the embers into greater heat, or free the eminent flames from their containment.

Margosha felt slightly betrayed, yet excited and aroused at her inherent new awareness.

Looking up and down she had to admit, Gia's sexy voice barely betrayed her identity, the leather thigh highs, and skin tight mini skirt she was adorned with in contrast to the unzipped hoody that was up over her head, naked tits barely obscured by its wide open front.

As Gia slowly pulled the hood back from over her head Margosha suddenly understood why the oddly working mismatched garments had adorned her friend.

Margosha suddenly understood all the corrupt items she had helped adorn her friend with, how they changed people, how they influenced them.

Earrings that let you hear and experience every dirty thought and fantasy.

Contacts now fused to Gia’s eyes that allowed her to see what people not only looked like naked and fucking, but could look like with enough opportunities.

A tongue piercing that made its bearer crave the taste of cock and pussy while amplifying the pleasure and desire of every touch of the tongue, now imbedded in the depths of the forked crevice of a longer and more nimble tongue than the one that had been pierced.

Nipple piercing that grew tit size, and caused the production and leaking of corrupting milk.

Navel piercing that made its wearer hunger for more and more sex.

The assorted tattoos of invocations.

Gia tonight had come with more than her intial planned purpose, happy to have sensed her friends Awakening. Tonight was going to be a clit piercing, and another rune.

The most prominent change to Gia, Margosha couldn’t explain. Something in her new incarnate infernal knowledge lacking. The night before as Gia enjoyed being doubled teamed by the gargoyles horns had grown in. The stub of a tail hung over the top of her skirt in the back.

Gia had been soon scolded by the lead gargoyle for corrupting herself, as much as she did others. Driven in part by a desire to see just what she would become.

Margosha paused transfixed by the arcane tattoo work she had performed that first night where Gia had begun seducing her. She understood what it was now, as clear as the text in many of the books she had read Margosha interpreted the incantation invoked upon those who gazed upon Gia’s naked flesh.

Devotion. Attraction. Submission. Listen. Learn. Share. Commit.

Margosha was fully aware of each runes power reaching out before her to erode any resistance, to break any inhibition that impeded its allure. Worse still, she could feel its empowered hold on her, as she gazed upon it knowingly. Suddenly aware of just what she was invoking with Gia.

A hand reaching out to lift and fondle one of Gia’s now E cup breasts, Margosha delicately removed the piercing that slowed the flow of its corruptive nectar, and nursed.

Margosha latched firmly, squeezing the flesh amplifying its unleashed torrent into a spray deep into her mouth.

Oh God…. Margosha’s thought rejoiced as she felt the corruptive power flow from Gia’s breast into her. Suddenly Margosha felt herself as strangely part of so much more. She could sense the debauchery through out town the Idol was stoking.

Families fornicating before and after dinner.

Hook up app dates barely saying a word before jumping each other, where ever they happened to meet.

House parties turned orgies as pills were shared.

But something else drew Margosha’s attention through all of it, a greater more intense pleasure and draw. Jennifer’s mother being spit roasted by monstrous beasts. Their more powerful aura soon diminished as Margosha sensed the proverbial demonic dawn on the horizon, the city festering with fully manifesting corruptions.

You have your task.

Margosha didn’t feel herself fall to the floor, she consciously spasmed there in euphoria grinning madly as her broken corrupted mind was pieced back together by the Idol’s deeper, more direct imprint upon her mind.

Slowly she began to consciously move again, squeezing her small pert B tits, snaking and moaning on the floor, biting her lip as Gia strutted past the now languishly masturbating Margosha. Crossing over to the chained soul on the table.

Margosha could feel her pants coming undone, even as she cognitively hadn’t thought to strip them.

As she heard Gia, Margosha knew just what she was to do this moment, this night, and beyond.