Emi is within the circle.

Emi basked, feeling warm and perfectly comfortable, the soft sand beneath her contouring to her every curve as she shifted in luxury, hokding her eyes closed and just embracing the warmth radiating upon her naked skin.

“Mmmm….” Emi moaned as she felt as if it was all hugging around her, gently roaming her fingers across herself, unable to find anything but comfort even as she felt her skin sear with the sensations of sun burn manifesting out of no where across her whole body.

You have brought them. Do you know what you have done?

“Yes…” Emi moaned, suddenly feeling the burning sensation roll with pleasure across her, infuriating her as she squirmed with discomfort, pleasure, desire and need.

What have you done?

“I… I… con…. DEM…Dahh..ahh… ded… us….” Emi struggled to gasp her reply as the burning and pleasure pushed her ever closer to the cusp of climax.

Do you regret it?

The feel of the ground embracing and driving her toward climax stopped, Emi's arms slammed out to either side clenching the sand in frustration as the sensations upon her skin faded.

Emi opened her eyes.

The setting was familiar enough.

She was on the nude beach again. Laid plain and bare as the Idol had found her. All around her were figures frozen in time, like some sort of social beach day. She took account of the unaltered forms of the people she had been around since she was first corrupted.

Emi gazed about without the modesty of her first visitation here, even with her plain old natural form. Even with the cloud of influence on her mind lifting Emi had changed as a person, she had grown more confident and comfortable with herself through the last couple days for one.

Dillon, Sandra, Willow, and Tony stood together to one side.

Two women who looked familiar appeared to be walking by.

Then off past them closer to the water Emi saw her whole family spread out.

“Well, do ya regret it?” The cute guy was back, suddenly laying on the sand next to where Emi had sat up to gaze around.

“Sort of.” Emi somberly and reluctantly remarked looking about the assorted time stopped individuals before turning to look the cute guy up and down, reaching a hand out to stroke his rigid cock only to have her hand stopped shy of grasping it.

“Did ya not get yer way?” The brogue of the voice just added to the growing hunger and desire that ached through Emi’s whole body in absence of the initial sensations of being here.

“Yeah. I did.” Emi replied leaning back to gaze around at the gathered people. She woke up here in the midst of that ceremony. Coincidence? No, Emi was a spiritual person. This had to be some vision, some trial. Like when Jesus was in the desert. “I regret it, but I don’t feel guilty about it. I think I… I actually… Kind of liked it.” Sitting cross legged Emi admired each of the people.

“I think I actually helped them. They grew closer. They grew more confident.” Emi paused and sighed, torn with thought.

“I helped free them.” As Emi said the words reluctantly she heard them echoed, spoken in parallel, with more allure and in a sultry husky tone in one voice. Whispers of those words with fears and terror in another.

“Free them did'ya. Well…” The cute guy smirked at Emi knowingly, leaving her hanging there in introspection, wondering just what she was supposed to do.

Looking them over in the mundane mortal beginnings Emi began to wish for some direction. The thought answered by a groan of pleasure from the cute guy. Turning to look at him she watched the glossy raven hair in his hand, black obsidian horns hooked back from the raven haired brow. Her back arched elegantly, two feathered bat like wings folded up behind her. A perfect round bubble butt was raised high, swaying side to side invitingly as a phallus tipped tail wafted about carefree.

Emi recognized the demonic personification of her.

Her enraptured attention from the demonic version of herself pulled away with with blur of motion in in corner of her eye.

There was another her here, the innocent brunette, glasses on, long sleeved baggy shirt, yoga pants. Arms crossed tightly as a disapproving gaze and slowly shaking head appraised the situation.

Glancing down Emi then realized she was once again dressed. A plain, conservative black one piece clinging to her body, she felt her glasses slip down her nose and frowned as she perceived the blurry void beyond their clarity.

“What am I supposed to do?” Emi cheekily asked her alter ego as they moaned lavishly while slurping the cock.

"Stop this." The mundane her promptly replied with a tone of disgust.

“Free yourself. Mmmm…. Free them all… over… again…” The smack of pornstar like lips between words made Emi feeling even more aflame, squirming as she thought about how nice they’d feel on her pussy. How deep she knew that tongue could reach.

“Don’t! It was all a mistake! We can stop this!” The pleading from her fully dressed counterpart pulled heavily on Emi’s emotions.

She was reminded of so many sins left unconfessed. How she hadn’t confessed them, as she was unwilling, or rather unsure she would not do them again.

Like everyone I've had sex with, Emi considered shivering as her body momentarily was reminded of all the sexual pleasure she had experienced.

But this was wrong, or so Emi reminded herself of all the biblical teaching she had attained through her life. The devil’s temptation.

“Or is it?” Emi’s demonic counterpart questioned gazing at her innocent form, smiling while toying with the cock they’d been sucking. Smacking their lips loudly.

Standing up Emi considered what she’d been told, reaching for the first shoulder strap she paused. The feeling had become alien, but was all too familiar. Modesty and embarassment took hold. Hesistation was clawing at her, gouging deep into who she was. Looking at the frozen audience she remembered that first dream on this beach. How going to a nude beach had been on her bucket list, but she had never thought she actually could follow through.

Now she found herself at the crossroads of decision. Her mind a character strangely in conflict with what had been seemingly simple, impulsive decisions and directions over the last couple days.