Goliath is Surprised

Tricia's corruption had fed and developed one significant character trait, perverting and amplifying it to a point where her conundrum of following through had no debate, and no question.

It was what made her so submissive in her corruption, it fueled a feedback loop of wanton desire when ever she got used, when ever she got off at being used.

She was eager, no, needed to please.

Tricia mouthed at the monstrous cock in the dark, reaching out delicately and luxuriating at the radiant warmth and desire of the cock as it came within reach and she got her first intentional and knowing grasp of an inhuman phallus.

As Tricia tasted and stroked the gargoyle’s cock the more she felt a need to be fucked by it, despite already being straddled atop her blindfolded husband.

As Tricia enthusiastically ground atop her husband and struggled with her first mouthful of Goliath's cock she moaned, coughed and choked as the gargoyle’s hand cupped the back of her head and his cock shoved deeper.

Tricia struggled and trembled, **** for breath, yet hardly missing a shift of her hips atop her husband, pleading watering eyes locked upwards towards the glowing eyes of the night clad figure. Their gaze filled with wanton need.

Goliath stared down at the submissive woman, watching for, anticipating panic and resistance as his cock robbed the brunette of life sustaining breath.

Yet there Tricia stayed, her grinding slowing atop her husband, her hands weakly stroking the gargoyle’s hips as she cough, gagged, and refused to withdraw from the cock in her mouth.

As the breathless moment drew on Tricia hands stopped stroking the gargoyle, resting on his firm toned ass cheeks she pulled, eyes rolling backwards as she further aggravated her situation.

Raising an eyebrow Goliath pulled the sluts head from his cock, watching her cough, gasp, and recover from her last of breath.

“Why?” Goliath asked in a deep commanding voice.

Between deep panting breath Tricia looked up at him, grinning meekly. “I don’t want to disappoint.” Tricia cheekily replied recomposing herself and getting back in the groove of grinding atop the corrupted cock on her husband.

Pleased with her answer Goliath smiled a predatory grin, he could feel the objection and turmoil from Doug as a higher power took the reigns and Goliath felt as if he was guided by the currents of fate.

Tricia gasped, choked and then squealed with delight as she was grabbed by the throat and held still.

Tricia felt the tension and release of her tethers as Goliath slashed the leads with sharp claws, before free fall took over.

Tricia felt the dull pain of landing on her back on the wet grass, giggling in delight she quickly gasped and arched her back as she felt the acknowledgment of her legs grabbed, spread, and the press of the gargantuan shaft across her clit.

In a hurried panic Tricia reached for it and moaned incoherently pressing her head back into the grass as she felt it penetrate on the next stroking pass.

Exhaling in relief Tricia quickly found herself clenching grass and gasping breathlessly to curse and swear as Goliath sheathed slowly, and forcefully into her once more, bottoming out again.

Tricia was overwhelmed with pleasure and delight as he pressed yet deeper on the next thrust, and the next. Just as Tricia questioned how much deeper he could press she felt a sense of pride at the feel of his balls grazing her ass on the latest pass.

Then Tricia lost herself. Goliath for all his gentle steady thrusts stretching the mother beneath him deep enough for his girth wasn’t content to keep a loving pace.

Tricia fought to look up and stare at him wide eyed as Goliath began hammering into her like she was little more than a fuck doll.

For all her want Tricia found herself unable to do little more than lay there squirming uncontrollably. Head shaking back amd forth flailing hair wildly in crazed passion. Tricia wanted to hook her legs around his back, to try pulling the monstrous beast into her harder, deeper, but just couldn't find the control over herself to do so.

Amy moved to stroke and tease Kurt’s cock idly as she watched with engrossment as Tricia was fucked like the plaything they all were to the Idol. There was something different this time, the yard was feeling colder by the moment, a strange livening energy permeating the air.

Tricia could feel it, suddenly she was aware she’d felt it before. Tricia basked in the ravages of it, unable to do little more but embrace the overwhelming energies she’d felt so diminished since she’d first been corrupted unknowingly.

Had those been meer raindrops of corrupting taint, now Tricia felt herself not just immersed, but eroded by the sudden and fast flowing current of the Idol’s energies as they cast away any resistance beyond reach, and polished and refined the person beneath it could use.

It in invigorated Tricia, as she grew aware of just what her daughter had received a taste of.

“NO!” Tricia screamed out as suddenly the beastial fuck stopped, she squirmed and wiggled, and grinded to try fucking herself on the cock still sheathed within her as a clawed hand grabbed her throat, and glistening teeth were bared aggressively.

“Do you swear yourself, to protect your daughter’s new path in life?” The voice boomed, seemingly disembodied and completely different to Goliath’s as the Idol reached through him to communicate explicitly on this plane at this moment.

“IF IT MEANS I KEEP GETTING FUCKED! YEEAAHHHSSS…” Tricia loudly whined as her daughter crawled closer, gazing up from crouching on the ground on all fours next to her mother’s head, Amy herself having been riding on Jennifer’s still blindfolded step father promptly popped off the cock in reverence as he groaned and questioned what he wasn’t aware of.

Tricia breathed deeply in pleasure as Goliath pulled back and thrust in forcefully, holding deep within her. “Would you give your soul to protect my followers?”

Tricia scoffed, and then orgasmed. Feeling the sudden void as she forsakened herself with a simple vague thought of consent for something she never truly perceived having.

Amy and Jennifer watched in rapture as Goliath slowly and forcefully fucked Tricia on the lawn, holding deep and grunting as he clearly came within the woman.

Tricia trembled in pleasure, her hands flexing and clenching the lawn, growing claws gradually digging in with enough **** to pierce stone.

A gasp, and an arch of her back pressed breasts skyward to seemingly double in size. Her pale skin darkened, and glistened as it adopted a blue hue and marbled texture.

A tail quickly developed and lashed back and forth behind Goliath and he resumed slowly fucking Tricia as the changed took further hold.

Her eyes glowed yellow as she shook her head in pleasure, her messy brown hair giving way to frizzy wine coloured locks, as she squirmed and shuffled her wings reached out to stretch wide and develop.

Tricia grew more animated, and reciprocal of the fucking as the changes manifested more and more. “YES! FUCK ME! DO EET!” Tricia screamed out into the night, fully aware and sensing those corrupted and somewhat aware of the ruckus were themselves fucking or masturbating uncontrollably in response.

Baring a fang filled smile Tricia was proud of just how many neighbour’s her daughter had gotten too in such a brief time.

As Goliath neared climax once again a clawed hand came down pinning Tricia’s upper arm as the both grunted and screamed in orgasmic release.

With hardly a word Goliath pulled out of Tricia and vanished into the night sky, leaving a smiling, happy female gargoyle behind.

Sitting up Tricia looked to her left arm, there in the marble of her skin wove a knot of gold binding her as a gargoyle to the Idol, not that it was needed as her free will had become forfeit with the loss of her now soulless husk to the Idol.

But it gave her an idea....