Emi Acknowledges What She's Learned

She knew she could now. Going nude on a nude beach feeling tame compared to the things she now felt no hesitation towards since the wild sexual beast within her had been nurtured and freed.

Displaying just who she could be, what she could do.

Glancing to the embodiment of her corruption Emi watched as the demon straddled the cute guy, positioning to fuck him openly, confidently, and cravenly. Emi felt her soul try to tie a knot in her stomach, what untainted aspects of her finding ground to stand on for the first time since she had baptized herself in the demonic pool alongside her sisters.

Glancing to her fully dressed incarnation Emi watched as they tugged and toyed with the bottom fringe of the baggy shirt, fidgeting insecurely at what was transpiring there, averting their gaze from the demonic incarnation slowly grinding atop a cock as they watched Emi with engrossment.

Emi felt the line being drawn within her, thinking back to how she’d shed these traits. Recognizing the parody of the religious ceremonies she had been raised through. The faith that was supposed to protect, with a long, corrupt history of exploitation and oppression.

She had been baptized, and then communed with demons. Which meant…

Emi peeled the glasses from her face. As the world distorted into abstract blurs she breathed deep, swallowed hard, and then peeled the straps down. Left, then right. Taking a deep breath Emi gazed around.

She was here to confirm.

Emi recognized the parody of her Roman Catholic faith, its actions very much fraying and unfurling a life time of belief with the promise of easing suffering.

“Mmmm…. YES….” Her demonic incarnation moaned, Emi questioning if it was in response to her actions, or the demonic slut hitting just the right spot on the cock.

“DON’T!” The concerned cry seemed almost mundane, it’s repetition echoing and feeling hollow to Emi as her momentary pause ended.

The skin tight swimsuit felt like it clung tighter and dragged on her burning skin. As it peeled lower, down across her small handfuls of breast Emi gasped a deep breath of relief and pleasure as the intensifying heat seemed to shift more and more from being painful, to being pleasurable .

“Oh God no….”

“OH GAWD FUCKING YES.”

Breathing deeply Emi massaged her small breasts, teasing the pink nipples slightly for a moment before pushing on. Down her slight tummy. Over the already well defined round ass she was proud of.

“No… No… No… No… No…” Emi’s innocent counterpart whimpered in distress, her voice strangely carrying equally to the louder more vocal Demonic counterpart.

“YES! FUCK ME! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME! YES!” The demonic Emi cried out, a glance towards her not truly lifting the question from Emi’s mind about if it was in response to the cock she now bounced upon, or Emi's display teasing her nipples as she disrobed further.

Emi swore she could breath easier as she shuffled the garment free from her legs.

There it was again, the modesty intensifying as she had run a hand through her partially unkept bush. Stepping forward, feeling blind and unsteady Emi swore she could see with growing clarity.

Step, by step, things came more into focus. Her hands tried to cling to her modestly, some remnant instinct that Emi felt ever more repulsion for.

As she came to stand before Dillon and Sandra.

It made sense. She had started with them. A seeming life time ago, on the couch at the apartment.

Approaching Sandra Emi brushed a hand across the frozen woman’s cheek, stepping closer to the Sister of her best friend who let her live with them.

“We don’t need to do this!” The innocent incarnation appealed, Emi looked her up and down. No longer was there a baggy shirt on them. A fully enclosed sports bra revealed every contour of her body alongside the yoga pants.

Emi paused admiring and contemplating for a moment how she hadn’t ever really appreciated just how cute, beautiful and attractive her mundane self had been.