A Wolf Was Outed

Podrick moaned in relief as he felt his throbbing cock slip smoothly into the warm enveloping embrace of Irene’s mouth.

As he suppressed the desire to moan, he questioned just what it was that had brought him in here. Admitting to himself no regrets about the autopilot meandering that lead him to finding Irene laid out on a couch.

Dress pulled up, fingers deep within her pussy, a breast spilling over the top hem of her dress as her hips bucked wildly upwards. Podrick immediately could imagine her being fucked hard by some monstrous creature like so many of the people who didn't manage to make it out of the hotel.

Podrick shook his head, trying to dispell the thoughts of all those people, those creatures fucking.

Podrick originally wondered if Irene was sleeping, haunted by some wildly sexual dream much like Podrick had whenever he tried to close his eyes and sleep. Podrick couldn't believe that anyone could, or would masturbate within a church. Podrick admired her dress shimmied up over her hips, her breasts pushed together and up into display over the cut of the emerald coloured dress to display its spilling cleavage. Her vibrant red hair pulled back and nestled beneath her head.

As he approached Irene's growing still, quiet body he felt veritable euphoria as her eyes snapped open to lock with his. The enchanting gaze luring and engrossing him further as Irene followed her own instinct and influence from the Idol, rolling gracefully off the couch with the allure of a pornstar. Crawling what little distance remained between them before kneeling, and gazing wantonly up at him as her hands grabbed his hips, and her teeth dug into the leather of his belt.

Irene’s head moved gracefully, pulling the belt free, a hand popping the button of his pants before her teeth gripped and pulled on the zipper. Fingers dancing into and out of his pants to free his cock to nuzzle with her face, before she began to play with it, for Irene’s lips to dance along its sides delicately.

Now she kneeled there, bobbing on his cock in time with his increasing, uncontrolled thrusts. Tongue dancing around his cock head, delicately teasing Podrick ever closer to coming.

God I'm going to hell for this, Podrick thought to himself as he pressed things forward, reaching down and unzipping, and unclasping the back of Irene’s dress. Oh how he wanted more, oh how he wanted to see the shocked look on the priest’s faces whenever they might walk in on them. FUcking wildly, in a church. The forbidden thought of the act exciting Podrick almost as much as the real life porno he seemed to be living out.

Podrick could already imagine how Irene would look, bouncing atop his cock reverse cowgirl on the couch, her dress a sleeve scrunched around her midriff.

“Mmm…. You want to see more.” Irene teased her eyes gazing up alluringly as she barely missed a beat with Podrick's cock, propping herself up hands free, gurgling ever slightly more as it became less her sucking him off, and more Podrick face fucking Irene as the dress was peeled down, exposing the perfect shapely C cup breasts as they spilled free.

The B cup bra Irene had initially worn to the wedding having been left laying on the parking garage floor where she first met what she vigorously believed to be her fate. Even now she imagined it was the green horsecock she had seen, yet hadn’t tested from the night before. Her mind raced with wild thoughts of it coming for her, bending her over and fucking her like the wild sordid animal she was increasingly thinking she was.

Irene felt something sort of tug upon her, each action an attempt to draw out, and pull to the surface something as foreign, exotic, and perverse as that adonic beast that had tainted her. Irene thought about the eternal pleasure and pleasuring, seeking the strange enlightenment teased to her as her disembodied soul looked through the windows into reality at all that the Idol’s followers were doing.

At all those they were fucking into submitting to the Idol.

Irene could remember it ever more clearly.

The mirror demons trapped voyuering with Irene teasing her as they passed through their gallery, transiting between places to corrupt objects, tease those who thought they were safe, and stall others trying to escape into screaming out and beckoning their damnation.

As the car sped along the streets ignorant of the flaring lights in pursuit Irene woke in disarray, distraught as she was left with simply one word impressed commandingly upon her mind.

Wait.

Irene had waited loyally, and patiently. The only tell on her laying in wait for her God being the distant gazes into the bathroom mirrors, often complete with a hand reaching out to the reflective glass looking to make contact with that world beyond reflections where the Idol’s demons of vanity lay.

That is until she felt the compulsion to touch herself.

Gasping in delight Irene suddenly became conscious of her face pressing against Podrick's body, his cock throbbing,, and trembling in her throat as she luxuriated in the hold of her head. Her mind swam with recollection of the breathalyzer that had awakened her to the true pleasure she had been missing. She struggled to inhale as deeply as she could. Desperately trying to pull everything she could from the cock into her with what little gasping breath she could fight to take as it grew beyond reach, her throat and mouth sputtering on the cock stalling respiration.

Irene felt herself growing wet and excited as she recognized the ambience she was feeling. Her lips curled in delight as best they could around the cock as it pulled free, slowly disconnecting from Irene’s mouth as tendril after tendril of spit and precum collapsed over the distance between his cock and her mouth.

“Fuck me.” Irene uttered urgently shimmying off and tossing her dress aside before pulling Podrick down and mounting his still mostly dressed form. Irene delighted in sensing her kindred spirit here. Eyeing how his cock had swollen grotesquely even larger since she'd first seen it as she impaled herself atop it.

Envisioning it as some sadistic acts of noble worship.

As Irene eagerly worked out the steady stroke of her body up and down the cock, she quickly ramped up to fully bouncing atop Podrick she struggled to keep her pleasure to simply the hurried **** heavy breaths they could risk here. Lips colliding with lips and tongues entangling one another to keep their trespass secret.

And trespass they had.

Irene felt like her whole body was a flame, a revelation brought true as she rejoiced sadisitcally at parting lips to watch the man beneath her ignite in a flurry of hellfires. He was burning, groaning first in pleasure and then growing ever more loud and aroused.

As their sex grew to its quick and urgent peak Irene flung herself upright, arching her back, both hands clasped over her mouth as she orgasmed to new depths, feeling the suddenly yet brief connection of the Idol. Silencing her scream as Podrick cried out in a final moment of agony before his echoing cry faded.

Wait.

As the flames flared into being Irene screamed out, in pain, in orgasmic pleasure, and even more determined conviction.

Stepping from the fading hell fires, and the charring they painted up her body from her crotch, Irene delicately pick up her dress and put it back on, smiling as she noted she could pull it down over her raw blackened ass to conceal where the flames had touched everywhere but between her legs.

Glancing to the charred remnant on the couch Irene ran a hand across her stomach luxuriating for a moment in the hellful warmth still there and smiled. “I hope that dessert really was worth anything you could give.”

Bolting out of the room Irene dodged everyone as they rushed to find the source of the scream.

Sneaking past them she proceeded to grab a towel and visit the shower they had been shown.

Reluctantly to wash off the charring from her sin commited on this Holy ground.