Julia

Julia struggled and flailed as she felt herself fall.

Her limbs felt weighted and slow as they struggled, her mind insisting they were falling all as they strangely seemed to just drift there, aimless and uncontrolled in a void.

There was no reference to up, no clue as to down.

Increasingly as she cast her head about looking for any sign of something beyond the strangely clear view of her naked body she noticed it.

The lack of anything beyond herself.

Her hair floated and drifted uncontrolled flailing laggingly in response to the turns of her head, hands often shifting it clear of her face, her sobs, cries and distress just seemed to mute without echo moments after being uttered.

She was lost.

She was alone.

She couldn’t recall how she came to be in this place.

It made her think of drowning.

Yet if anything, she felt far too warm, her body glistening with sweat, her head feeling hazy as she tried to think of anything but the heat consuming her body and her inexplicable situation.

Julia didn’t understand the how or why of it, as she curled up into a fetal position and embraced herself tightly. Time dragging on without any reference for passing. Strange new terrors stampeded through her anxious mind as she struggled to remember what had happened.

Some feeling in her gut had her thinking it had been days since… Trauma blocked the memory. As she seemed to drift without gravity or momentum in the strange abstract void where she could see her naked form so clearly.

There was a strange growing pressure on her back as she struggled to figure out what was happening, what she last could recall. The pressure grew, first in warmth then breaking into a strange electrical relief.

It made Julia think of heat lightning , flaring across the sky as the sky turned in tumultuous debate about unleashing cold wet relief upon the electrically charging ground.

Hands… a breath of relief and strange ease grew forth from the pleasurable pressure points on her back as she identified the imprints. It was hands!

Julia sobbed in a twisted torrent of panic and relief, feeling some sense on contact while also dealing with the torrent of new questions of just how she could be feeling hands upon her back as herbhead confirmed her solitude in the void.

Hands continued slowly pressing, and shifting around her sides. The wake of their touch coming alive with enhanced sensory deprived pleasure as she felt them squeeze between her sides and arms, across her chest, and pull her into a vibrant embrace.

Julia felt the tension ease from her shoulders as they suddenly weightlessly rolled back, unlocking her arms to drift, the warm firm press of the hands shifting slowly in context, from affection, to sexual intent.

Julia spasmed and gasped breathlessly into the void, eyes wide in shock as her mind tried to percieve the sudden, unexpected, and overwhelming climax conjured by the phantom pinching of her perky puffy nipples atop her small B cup breasts.

As her body seemed to unfurl from the fetal position into an arch of pleasure she felt it fill her.

Her breathless mouth, her pussy, her ass, her eyes, and ears.

She had opened herself to the dark void, lowered her defences, and now it was flooding into her.

Julia spasmed in uninvited orgasmic delight as she re-experienced her baptism, then co-conspired her mother’s delightful corruption.

How could she do such a thing?

Joined in joyously violating her father.

She did what?!

Julia felt herself convulse in uncontrolled pleasure as she was lost in the grip of Dion’s demonic embrace, her mind wracked with her intentional, and deliberate acts of defilement and pleasure.

That all started with those two hands.

Julia pushed back on the temptation to accept the desirous pleasure, losing her defiant footing as the uncomfortable warmth returned, torturous and painfullly burning in contrast to the pleasure on offer.

Julia thought of the tales of Jesuit and missionaries who had burned preaching her faith, questioning how they endured it.

A dark thought reminding her how morally wrong she percieved their actions through a modern lens.

They deserved to burn, judge not lest ye be judged. They forgot the words of their lord. They persecuted, and were persecuted in turn. Julia shook her head no, trying to shake the all too familiar voice in her head arguing against her defiance, pleading that she didn’t deserve this pain.

How she had been taught to be open to others.

A perverse giggle childishly laughed in her mind at the use of the word open, as Julia was torn even further between the unsurmountable pleasure splitting with tormentful burning as she was hit with another orgasm.

Was it really so bad?

Julia felt a cold relief knotting itself inside her stomach, and pleasurably pulsing.

The effortless beauty. It pulsed, spreading ever so slightly.

NO! Julia thought urgently, unable to cry out, the breathless gasp of her mouth and tongue rolling with a diminishing smokey charred taste from the darkness entering her.

The perfect body.

NO! Julia questioned the tangy hickory like taste on her tongue, wondering just how it was being conjured, that thought broken by another lesser pained and more pleasured orgasm.

Those perfect braless tits.

Julia squirmed and rolled trying not to give in to the growing temptation of surrender. Struggling not to think about how much like the demon at Emi’s apartment pleasuring her this felt like.

Only more potent, and all enveloping.

Her dirty blonde locks grew more golden, as they fanned out around her head in the suspension of Julia’s rapture. She pleaded for it to end, for it to be over, she struggled to cling to the pain as it diminished.

Fighting not to consciously admit she just wanted it over with.

Grabbing her tits she breathlessly moaned out, playing with her hard nipples as they protruded from her perfect tear shaped large C breasts.

As she fondled them she cursed herself as she massaged their swelling pleasurable delight. She felt herself growing wetter as she acknowledged the darkness not just penetrating into her, but growing more welcome.

Her increasingly incoherent thoughts struggled against the recollection of her baptism to the Idol. Its warm, pleasurable embrace. Increasingly she felt as if she was enduring a deeper more intense immersion in that initial corrupting dive.

Squeezing her fully inflated E cup breasts together she rolled her eyes back in perverse revelation and morbid disgust as she swore she could practically feel another ethereal shaft of the void fuck between them.

No and Yes argued back and forth in her mind as she felt her horns and tail grow in.

Yes, my daughter.

The Idol’s impression upon her mind roiled her ravaged mind and body with moments of unyielding orgasm, her resistance fading in the revelation of just what the void was. A smirk of perversed delight at being called its daughter… Yeah she would fuck… Oh yes, she had fucked her own daddy.

The unperceivable, fully encompassing, embrace of their new god. It was literally inside her, penetrating deeper, and deeper. Touching every accessible part of her, and infusing her with its divine infernal being.

Do you accept this?

“YES!!!” Julia’s scream of orgasmic peak suddenly cut her free, her body falling limp as it drifted in the void. The last of her humanity killed by the experience.

Slowly her body twitched, sleepily stretched, and purred in delight. The faint whisper of her new true name already faded from her ears.

Julia felt gravity take hold of her, pulling her down chaotically.

Heavy damp golden hair lifting from her shoulder, shimmering in a cascade of neon yellow flame igniting a halo over her head. Julia gasped and moaned in pleasure as she felt her wings stretch and parachute, slowing her descent as she crashed through the veil.

Tumbling, rolling, and crashing through the ceremonial circle, laughing madly as she came to a stop against a wall. Laughing in jubilation at just what she had become.