Kerry Doesn't Know What To Do

"I don't know..." Kerry whimpered trying not to look towards the towering demon that had replaced her boss. Her mind was a mess of disbelief, concern for herself, thoughts of what she should be doing about a demon existing, and even deeper wonders about being with the demon.

"Wrong." The First Disciple replied, turning and walking away from Kerry he snapped his fingers.

The air seemed to grow heavy again, hot and humid, Kerry's eyes went wide with terror of what could be happening next, considering what happened to the CEO the last time she felt this way. The runes on the floor below her glowed with a malevolent red as black flames scorched up out of no where around Kerry.

Her body burned, her eyes scrunched shut and she screamed harder than she had ever before. After a few moments the flames died down revealing Kerry naked and exposed. She was curled up in a fetal position panting desperately, her body was coated in a sheen of sweat, not a single burn on her. Kerry just trembled, her mind couldn't make sense of what had just happened. Her body craved more. It had been touched by flames of pure pleasure, lust, desire, and depravities. Ancient Carnal thoughts and memories that helped feed the flames burned their way clearly into her memory.

As she began to recover and sat up on the floor she felt a choker hanging around her neck. As she grasped it she felt a square jewel hanging from it, it pulsed with warmth. As she realized she was otherwise naked she pulled her legs up against her chest in an attempt at modesty. Her wet pussy aching between her legs for attention, her breasts surging with an almost electric pleasure from her legs pressing into them. The suddenly cooler feeling air teased across her skin, delivering pleasant shivers and a thousand goosebumps.

"By witnessing you anchor us to this form, this realm. The rewards are many, as you'll serve those with no purpose other than the continued existence of the new God you swear fealty to." The First Disciple seemed to almost lecture.

No, he was delivering a sermon.

Leaning, against the desk he turned and stared at Kerry with eyes of absolute black, a void that stared back at her.

"What God?!" Kerry gasped, she was still trying to regain her breath from the intensity her body endured, the strange fires still burned with embers left upon her mind and soul.

"The only God that should matter to you. The only God to touch you. It remains nameless so as those who would try to get power over it can't. Just as it had me shed my name to be the First Disciple so others have no power over me. Such as the power I have over you. Kerry Samson." The First Disciple seemed to utter her name with extra emphasis as he snapped his fingers once more summoning the flames to burn at Kerry's soul. He was bound to her, and he needed her to completely, and voluntarily give herself over to the Idol. Certain positions needed those devout before being corrupted by the Idol. Now the First Disciple needed her to choose to do this. To bear witness. Oddly much like how she took her job, he mused to himself as he continued to absorb the memories of his host.

When the flames subsided Kerry was bent over on all fours, her pupils glowed red as she looked upon the First Disciple. A Golden shackle now hung on her left wrist, it was engraved with intricate runes all wrapped around a relief of the Idol at its center. Had she any background in Ancient History she might have been able to peg it as Cuneform.

Kerry's pussy ached, her breasts burned with desire as her nipples brushed across the carpet, and her mouth felt thirsty... Her tongue craving a lick, of anything made of flesh. Some thoughts in the back of her head craved for going after that infernal mail girl. Shock dawned on Kerry, the mail girl was a succubus. The thought invading her memory, sudden knowledge of various people and the creatures they had since becomes.

Glancing back at the side light she could see the mail girl smiling happily. Janice cheerfully waved.

"What do you want?" Kerry exhaled heavily, half wondering if she should even wonder where some of her thoughts were coming from. She licked her lips thinking about tasting the demon's cocks.

The First Disciple wasn't here to answer her questions. He was here to be hosted. He snapped his fingers.

Kerry moaned with delight at the flames encompassing her again, her hands grasped hold of her breasts this time as her soul burned. Her mind flooded with the memories, the sensations, of Lydia, Mary, and all the current Demonic Incarnations that had derived from their corruption.

As the flames subsided her now black tongue licked her lips, a gold bracelet now adorned her right ankle. It was heavily embossed with Egyptian heiroglyphics.

Kerry stared into the black eyes of the First Disciple. She glared with anger, contempt, and desire.

She was angered that this thing would dare to try taking her soul for its Idol.

She held contempt for his not delivering the pleasures built up in all the others who had given themselves over. They found no relief from this God of pleasure until they surrendered. Here she got surges, and then was deprived of pleasures exceeding those used to get others to surrender.

She desired for more.

He accommodated.

As the flames burned her soul a fourth time she propped herself up on her haunches with all her will, clenched her breasts, and rubbed her pussy. Burning herself hedonistically by feeding the flames with her own carnality.

She dropped to the floor on her stomach as the flames subsided. Grinning wickedly as she gazed upon the bracelet adorning her right wrist. It was a thin golden bracelet, it appeared to be woven. Three threads with various glyphs from across the ancient world, each a separate civilizations mark for the Idol. Its signature and imprint throughout time.

Kerry got up on all fours, she stared malevolently at the demon. She had intent. She stalked alluringly towards the First Disciple.

He snapped his fingers, engulfing her in the soul burning black flames ones again. She screamed in orgasm once more, moaned, and groaned. But crawled steadily forward as the flames dispersed a bracelet appeared around her left ankle. It was simple compared to the others, smooth and sleek, except for the serpents head. An Ouroboros.

The fires that time imbued the history of the Idol. Every time a religion organized against it, every time its followers fell, each time the First Disciple ushered it away into hiding, into being forgotten as a threat. Even into how it escaped the catacombs of a Vatican vault thanks to the Borgias, and the many deaths of its disciples who fled with it, hid it, and put it out to pick a new King or Queen to rule its kingdom.