Lust for Desire

You hadn't thought of it before, but it seems obvious now. When you turn a part of an entangled person into the QEBP material, and they touch someone else with that part, then of course they would also become entangled. How far could you take this? How many could you get?

You're not lucid enough to spend much brainpower on this right now. You're focusing on both Hannelore and Claire, and their combined feelings are slightly overwhelming. Claire is horny, impatient, relaxed, annoyed; Hannelore is concerned, worried, guilty, and... curious? It's deep, and hidden, but she can't help but let her concern for her friend be tinged with something like a very confused, naïve desire.

The intense arousal you made yourself feel before isn't gone yet, and you don't have any second thoughts about whether you should help this woman bring her repressed fantasies to life. Trying not to overdo it again, you push a little of the desire you and Claire share into Hannelore. You think you're getting better at this.

Hannelore's prayers stop as her mouth snaps shut into a line. You see her hands tighten around Claire's, and her knees press against each other. Claire grunts and tries to pull her hand away, but Hannelore holds fast. "dafug?", she mumbles, and moves down onto her knees to get a better angle to pull away. As she does so, she pulls herself off your dick with a slurping noise, and a disappointed look. You watch as her labia slip off you and remain slightly parted, leaving your dick wet and cold, but no less erect. As she would hit the table otherwise, you dismiss her body and the QEBP shrinks back to its normal self.

Claire opens her eyes more now and tries to focus on Hannelore. "What are you doin'? Leggo of my han'".

"I...", Hannelore forces out through tight lips, "Your demon, it's... I think it's trying to get to me..."

"There's no demon you dumb blon', gimme back my hand". Claire tugs at her hand more, but Hannelore isn't letting go.

"We need to... fight this together Claire, it's... making me feel things... bad things..."

Claire relents and lies down on her side with an exhausted sigh. Her post-orgasmic bliss all but gone by now. "What do you mean 'feel things'? No one is making you feel things Hans"

"They said this would happen! They told me not to move to the city!"

You take a shaky step towards the table, and pick up the QEBP. You trace a finger down its center and a gash opens up, turning into pinkish skin colour and growing an adorable fuzz of trimmed, blonde hair. Hannelore's pussy is well kept and smells faintly of soap. A very human, woman scent is unmistakably growing stronger underneath. You push her desire a little further.

"It's... I have... It... I will not...", Hannelore's eyes are shut, and she's trying her best to keep her focus. She's felt like this before, but never this strong. Never with someone else in the room, she's too shy to have such feelings when someone could see her and judge her, but now it's impossible to push down or deny. She would run and hide, but does not dare part her knees.

Claire is both annoyed and intrigued. Annoyed that Hans interrupted the best jilling she's ever had with her God bullshit, intrigued because she's always known the woman was so sexually backed up she could blow any minute but didn't think she would be the one to trigger it. At least that's what you think she's thinking. This isn't an exact science.

"So uh... Hans, you want to talk about this?"

"There is nothing to talk about! I will... He will guide me, as He always has"

"Okay so... What's he telling you to do now?"

You feel suddenly, blasphemously inspired.

"He wishes me to drive this demon from my friend, in His name", you Suggest to Hannelore.

"He... I should... help... you...". Hannelore looks puzzled. This is new to her. She usually has to figure out what He probably wants, but now it seems so clear, so certain.

Claire sighs again, tugging her hand out of Hannelore's relaxed grip, making the conflicted woman look up. "I told you, I don't need help. I was having a perfectly fine time before you barged in here." She sits up and leans against the wall. Her nudity becomes apparent again as she sits cross-legged, and her drenched vulva and thighs are on display. Hannelore's eyes go wide, transfixed for a few seconds, before she catches herself and looks away, face turning beet red. You notice the soap scent is beginning to lose the battle.

"She must be anointed. The holy spirit must fill her with His light and smite the devil inside. I am His vessel and messenger", you whisper, idly grasping your cock in the hand not holding the QEBP.

"I... I will help you Claire, I will... He will, through me, you will... uhm...", Hannelore is lost. Her certainty is giving her pause.

While slowly stroking your cock, and looking at Hannelore's vulva in your other hand, you focus. You're about to try something weird again.

A patch underneath her blonde fuzz, just at the start of her slit, grows dark, then black purple. It grows to be slightly bigger than coin sized. Then, it bulges.

Hannelore's red, confused face looks down at her lap. Something is growing underneath her sweatpants. Something... unfamiliar.

You feel your cock head move out through her pubic hair, and start pressing against her pants. You are as hard as you've ever been, and feel like you could burst straight through.

Evidently, so does Hannelore, as she jumps up with a yelp and pulls her pants down instinctively. Springing up in all its glory from right above her vulva, is a throbbing, wet, hard cock. Precum is pooling at the tip, and it points right at Claire.

"holy fuck", she whispers.