Oonagh is Overwhelmed

Oonagh screamed out in climax holding herself steady by the side of Maeve as the moment Heather and Jason lost their souls transpired.

She had some thought to say sorry to Maeve, it made no sense almost as quick as it had emerged, Oonagh feeling her sudden and rampantly emergent tail sprout out over top of the hand fingering her asshole.

New instincts and thoughts took hold. Oonagh taking advantage of Maeve staggering back,leaned over bringing her face level with her sister’s tit.

Maeve moaned in surprise at the pleasure, her mind struggling to raise alarm and flee as Oonagh’s back sprouted bat-like wings, her hair suddenly fuller and more luscious, pronounced ear points flanking the face as it went from simple suckling, to penetrating the breast flesh with her fangs.

As Maeve pushed Oonagh away and staggered back to regain her senses the crowd went into full chaos, Barnie crashing into and falling atop Maeve as the crowd tried to spill out.

Maeve gasped for breath as Barnie's body pressed against her, the flurry of ideas and sexual intent from earlier storming back to the forefront of her mind as she looked around. Her mind struggling to make sense and grab hold of something else in the situation.

Something other than the shed cocoon that had been Oonagh’s dress

From what she could see the crowd had quickly ebbed away from her and Barnie as they toppled over, Oonagh’s presence having pushed the unwilling to flee elsewhere, Barnie actually having been snatched and flung from the panicked masses.

As Maeve and Barnie struggled mentally to resist their corruption their window for escape narrowed.

“Be honest Barnie, you’ve been wanting to fuck one of us longer than just tonight.” Oonagh’s sultry voice pulled strings in Barnie's mind he didn’t know existed. His breathing feeling heavier as he felt the weight of the succubus pressing down on his back. The compression of her breasts against him exciting him as he fought to pull his gaze from the exposed breasts and nipples beneath him.

Maeve’s eyes were locked with Oonagh’s as she watched her demonic sister subtly kiss along Barnie’s neck, further compromising his struggle of will.

“We’ve both wanted you.” Oonagh confessed in husky whispers, “For a long time.” Moaning softly her hands reached around Barnie, feeling his chest through his shirt. “And now, now you can have us both. Who doesn’t want to fuck sisters. At. The. Same. Time.”

Maeve opened her mouth to say something, emboldened by panic at what she was feeling along her leg, her attempt at words broken into incoherent gasps of surprise and pleasure. Oonagh knowingly grinning as she watched her sister struggle with the teasing press of a phallic succubus's tail pressing on her snatch.

Barnie bit his tongue, clamping his eyes shut in the struggle with the yielding resistance to the sultry ideas. His arms ached beneath his weight and Oonagh, but some dark urge kept him holding them aloft, in mocking support of the still present good intentions to help them escape.

“No need to imagine what it would look like to fuck Maeve. I'll share that with you.” Oonagh licked along inside Barnie’s ear as her sister squirmed and arched her back a high pitched cry of delight from the penetration betraying how her body felt in opposition to her soul protecting mind. Why had she discarded her panties in the washroom, Maeve wondered.

“Look.” Oonagh instructed, getting off on the pleading and pleasured gaze Maeve had locked in her eyes. “Watch, my slut sister become so much more.”

Oonagh’s claws began slowly ripping Barnie’s shirt open, Barnie fighting not to look despite panicked needy opening of his eyes to see something he couldn’t believe he was resisting.

Morality struggled within his mind as his very brief glimpses made him desire it to be his cock twisting Maeve’s face in pleasure. Unsummoned images and ideas flooding his brain as the perverted ideas Oonagh had planted in the fertile corruption of his mind took root and grew ever more fruitful.

Maeve meanwhile was finding herself being pulled into the ideas her sister was conjuring for Barnie, as Oonagh’s hands showed off his exposed chest to Maeve, before slipping lower and slowly prodding Barnie to lift himself slightly higher to give a clawed hand access down his pants.

“How would you like me to jerk you off on Maeve? Then after I lick up everywhere she smears it across herself I can eat her out as you take a pick of holes to fuck.” Maeve squirmed and moaned, the alien idea having a suddenly strong allure for her sister as she consciously acknowledged to herself that she was squirming in sync with the phallic tail fucking her.

That was why she ditched her panties, she darkly acknowledged. To get quicker, to get fucked sooner.

Maeve gazed between Barnie and her sexy sister, Oonagh’s features having been refined beyond measure in sexual allure and beauty. Groping herself Maeve felt a strengthening compulsion to be naked, to feel the press of Barnie’s flesh upon her own. To be exposed for his cum to shoot across.

Her pillowed now D cup breasts felt so perfect, their sensitive nipples feeling slightly oily, as she unknowingly started to leak corrupting milk.

She knew what to do to have him. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t changed alongside Oonagh. They’d literally been talking about sucking Barnie’s cock in competition to get fucked.

Rolling her head off to either side slowly as she felt herself cusp Maeve took in the wonders of the orgy around her. Seeing Heather and Katie watching it seemed settled, she just had one thing to say before she gave up her soul.