Kurt Can't Watch

Kurt had been turned to have his back to his wife, Amy clenching his short hair and holding his head between her legs, forcing him into lapping up into her dripping pussy as she got off on watching the two gargoyles manifest and keep fucking their plaything.

The changes as the manifested just seemed to dial the pleasure and sensation up to a new level for Tricia, any potential for alarm was lost in a tidal wave of bliss and thoughts as Tricia more marveled in the sensations of the cocks sawing into her from both ends.

She hungered for their climax.

As Tricia seemed to collapse to hanging off their cocks the two guardian beasts withdrew dropping the fucked into exhaustion woman to the ground, before carefully ejecting their corrupt seed across her flesh. A careful move to keep from changing the woman now easily fucked into submission.

“Send Goliath, tell him she’s his to take completely.” The two gargoyles gazed back at the woman, snarling at having not presumed such a privilege before taking flight.

As Amy collapsed down onto Kurt cumming at the state they’d left Jennifer’s mother she cried out in delight. Her scream of pleasure echoing amongst the neighbours houses and yards. Slowly with uneven heavy breaths she tried to recompose herself, straightening out and smiling down at Kurt as he licked his lips and stroked his cock eager to make his next achievement.

“Go give your wife a taste of my pussy, then start fucking her. Don’t want her cumming down from that high.” Amy instructed shoving Kurt over as she watched the shadows disappear in the night sky.

Looking back and forth Kurt felt a pang of envy at not being able to fuck his wife with someone else. Something he shrugged off along side the question of where the two guys went as he slowly slid Tricia’s limp head down his cock.

Amy and Jennifer cuddled together making out, their corrupted eyes easily making out every detail of Kurt and Tricia as they rutted in the deepening dark of night.

It had been just over an hour, Kurt had crawled under Tricia to play with her breasts and she slowly gyrated on his cock her body slowly recovering from the bestial fuck her mind wasn’t entirely sure it had ever really experienced.

Amy and Jennifer made out and touched each other, having slowly stripped each other they were amused by how unceasingly Tricia bucked atop her husband. Driven by a new **** feral need to find the same fulfillment that wetted her sexual appetites closer to dusk. The deprived apex of pleasure driving an insatiable need in her body that her mind wasn’t corrupted enough to cope without.

So focused on rutting, Tricia snarled aggressive demands to be fucked harder and grabbed by the man beneath as the cold of night danced upon both their bodies. Tricia failed to notice anything beyond her craven addicted need to be filled by inhuman cock.

Doug or should we say Goliath as he had become known by night, had grown accustomed to his nightly visits to several scattered yards. Often enjoying the feel of a pussy or lips and tongue offered by one of the four women who had been blessed by the Idol’s pool he now shared guard of.

A low pleased growl rumbled deep in his chest as Amy and Jennifer eagerly threw themselves at him, eager to feel and embrace Goliath's presence.

As Jennifer finished kissing up his chest and suckling on a nipple just barely within her reach she smiled glowingly up at him, as Amy twisted her head as she bobbed up the gargoyle’s shaft.

“Does it please you?” Jennifer eagerly remarked resuming touring the contours of his body as Amy felt her focus drift as she suffocated willingly on the gargoyle's cock.

“There is much pleasure to be shared for the embrace of our God.” Goliath plainly replied

“That’s why I offer her to you. I want to see what happens, see just what you’ve been holding back. I sense it everytime we fuck and the energies just swirl around us. I want to see what Doug’s daughter’s saw that night you were created to give us these gifts of pleasure.” Jennifer ranted enthusiastically, looking to her mother she wondered just what beautiful shape the woman might take.

“I can’t.” The somber words stabbed sharply into Jennifer’s ideas and hopes for the night.

“Wha… wha.. what do you mean… You ca…” Jennifer’s words were interrupted by a frustrated growl from Goliath as his eyes seemed to glow at her and stared down at the all too eager to please devotee of the Idol.

“Where the other three are bound by collars I am bound by my soul.” Goliath snarled. “That… THING.” Breathing deeply Goliath calmed himself. “He has not willingly freed himself. None of us have. Nor can we until those directly touched by our Idol returns.”

Jennifer looked to her mother, contemplating what was said, thinking about all her visions and perverted dreams. “Amy, blindfold my step daddy.” Jennifer instructed, looking to her friend sprawled out on her back, legs spread, a voice torn between fearful and aroused as she looked upon the angered gargoyle she had been sucking off.

“Your soul maybe unwilling to let things go so far with an untouched soul. But it hasn’t stopped you from touching ours, and through it us spreading the joy of our God.” Jennifer remarked. Pointing to the hungry gaze Tricia was staring their way with.

“Look at those eyes, she’s felt the touch of the other’s. Like us she can’t help but want more. She’d gladly have you fuck her than her own husband.” Jennifer nodded at Tricia, “Isn’t that right my mother.”

“Mmm… yes Jennifer… Whatever you want.” Tricia moaned wantonly sitting up and hefting her chest in an attempt to look more alluring, “This mommy lives for her daughter, gasp…. And all the perverted naughty thing she wants.”

Goliath wasn’t interested in meer words, as he stomped forward to Jennifer’s mother he stopped to tower over the corrupted woman, and see if her actions met her words as Tricia’s eyes widened and her mind questioned just what she’d said, and what she intended.