No.

Tiffany moaned shamelessly fingering her soaking wet pussy as she leaned against the mirror, staring deep into her face’s reflection **** to see it contorted in orgasmic bliss and see herself transformed just like that maid. Just like that guard.Just like that being in the mirror.

“OH…God FUCK me!” Tiffany pleaded aloud to the room arbitrarily thinking about the maid and security guard, wondering what became of them. Wanting more of the delicious temptations the Idol had shared.

With a gasp of surprise, Tiffany moved her second hand against the mirror to brace herself. She was about to get what she wanted.

Anthony grunted in relief as he toyed with his bulbous cock head over her slit. What if he got her pregnant? Shouldn't we use protection? Should we… The train of objections thought dissipated as his cock slowly pressed inward, causing both to bask in the warm moist interlink between them.

“DO IT!” Tiffany screamed in delight, eager to encourage and push Anthony onwards into rutting with her. “Mmm… Yeah…Fuck me raw..” Tiffany moaned lusciously as Anthony sawed gradually faster in and out of her, his cock surging with a desire seemingly of its own leading his body.

Anthony's resistance to fulfilling the darker desires brewing in him gradually eroded away as his cock stretched longer, and swelled fatter each time he **** it as deep as he could, grunting in desperation to unleash his seed in climax.

The idea of unloading his cock in an unprotected pussy twisting from a concern into a need.

His hands had held her hips as he thrust into her initially, his cock deliberately popped free to spray across her back the first time he tried to cum.

The second time his hand grappled her tits tightly, as Tiffany's ass was compressed by his cocks attempt to release within the tight confines of her pussy.

The third time he rammed deep into her, his arms reached beneath her pulling him into her shoulders and he leaned across her back, grunting desperately as she whimpered wantonly for him to cum within her.

“I need you to cum in me so bad…” Tiffany whispered back to him with a sultry tone, squealing in delight as she felt his hands take firm hold around her neck, the sway of her breasts, and the pleasurable pain of his cock penetrating deeply into her provoking loud, deliberate screams of ecstasy she wanted heard far beyond the front desk.

“I'd give my soul to feel your cock fill me.” Tiffany moaned, leading Anthony along into the Idol's entrapment. In truth, she had already screamed out releasing her soul almost incoherently during Anthony fucking her, but the Idol leveraged her desire to pull another soul unknowingly into its domain.

Anthony delighted in the perverse idea, not just of the sinful delight of this premarital fuck, but that she would gladly condemn herself fully to have him unload with her.

Awkwardly making out as he paused his rigorous violation of her body he grabbed her hair and used it to reign her head up to stare at him via the mirror.

“Would… you… give… any… thing… to… make… me… cum…” Tiffany moaned with each hammering of his cock into her, capping the query with a delighted scream.

Anthony was determined to unload this time, staring down at the smooth skin and perfect contours of Tiffany's back his mind grew clouded by even more perverse and darker desires. He felt deeper and more perverse desires to fuck women he had never even conceived of previously. He would gladly fuck them all. Cum in all of them. Hear the screams of delightfully sinful pleasure, like soulless animals living just to fuck.

“YES!” Anthony declared doubling his effort staring at his toned triumphantly fucking self as he held his cock deep within Tiffany relishing the release of pressure as he continued to feel his cum squeeze free into the warm tight pussy, relishing the climactic pleasure.

Tiffany gasped, staring at the floor. Her panting interspersed with giggles of delight. “It feels so good.” She panted, gasping in delight as Anthony pulled her face up to look at him via the mirror once more.

Tiffany stared at herself, relishing her transformation manifesting, licking her lips with her forked tongue, relishing the alabaster iridescent scales that had begun to take form over her skin. Her yellow slitted serpentine eyes shifting up to watch the reaction on her first preys face as he beheld the woman he had just condemned his soul to help transcend into a mythic beast of old.

As he stared at the terror unleashed before him he was frozen, hardly able to pull his eyes away from Tiffany's changed face as her hair began to weave into coils, glowing eyes emerging from the serpents woven into being as they entwined themselves around his hand clenching Tiffany's head, their fangs sheathing themselves with stings of momentary pain paralyzing Anthony as he ripped himself free and stumbled back. Or at least he tried to.

Tiffany swayed before the mirror as if a stripper before standing upright, delighting in the lost history she had just learned.

Medusa and her sister's had been born into the Idol's legion in an incestuous orgy with its heralds Phorcy and Keto. Transformed into the Gorgons, Medusa thirsted for yet more power, eventually offering herself to Athena and Poseidon in another incestuous ceremony where she was granted her greatest power.

Medusa was given the ability to reshape from the god of the sea and to paralyze by the goddess of strategy. Each petrified victim eroding away into oblivion or reshaping into a new form once they surrendered their soul to the Idol.

Tiffany grinned in delight as she ran a hand across the smooth now marble contours of what had been Anthony. Stroking his rigid cock she smiled as she felt it grow longer with her pull. “That's it, don't resist the change. Then you can soon hatch free. Reborn into our God's service.” Tiffany remarked turning back to the mirror careful not to encase herself within a shell for shaping. Delighting in her new appearance she fingered herself in the afterglow of the orgasm that was her transformation.

Her body shuddered in delight as she thought of the veritable museum of people she would get to turn to stone sculptures and reshape into the Idol's thrall.