She Invites it Suffering

Take it… Mary thought, pleaded, no. She prayed. Between thrusts of the demonic cock into her, gifting her all this delight, and pleasure. It took the weight of her soul. Her insecurities, her weakness, her fear, her good.

With each pull of the cock to the edge of her pussy the void of the Idol pulled more from her. Twisting what was once innocent, character, dreams, desires, and empathy with the gravity of the singularity consuming her soul.

Mary stared, enraptured by the joy, the pleasure, the strange fulfillment of the demonic fuck. All she wanted knowingly was for it to move faster. To free her of all of it, leaving some aspect of her like that red haired girl, Pleading not to be left behind, forfeit here as her life was forfeit, and what was left of her on Earth fearlessly sought little more than to fulfill pleasure, and the Idol’s will.

Glancing to her mother’s cage Mary felt little more than disdain, delighting to see her suffering with the weight of the perversion, the corruption she had sown. Watching first hand as more joined her in damnation as they cast off parts of themselves for sheer pleasure and freedom from the burden of who they were.

Feeling the pull of corrupt milk from her swelling tits Mary felt little more than added jubilation to her pleasure and perverted delight as she held the succubus’s head to her swaying tit as she yearned for the twisting of her form to be perverted into being just another belonging to it.

Karl howled up to his soulful aspect, no where near as inherently aware of what the caged version of him represented, delighting in nothing more than watching his cuckold self seem to shout and reach for him.

As Karl took hold of a cow horn and pulled forth another succubus from the shadowy ichor that remained pooled around them. The formless shadows of the Idol's past corruptions eager to be manifest once more from the darkness that had twisted them, if for nothing more than to grow the depths of perversion, desire, and corruption that echoed in the void where that of the Idol was banished to upon real world destruction.

The new succubus ran her clawed hands and lips across Karl’s body, her sweet voice encouraging his use of the demonic harlot he was now analy exploring as her clawed hands contoured and molded his body, much as he had the two succubus he now enjoyed.

Mark had found use of a second succubus taking form, thoroughly fucking her throat before shoving her face down to eat his seed from the first succubus he had fucked.

He went about his actions, seemingly oblivious to the incarnation of him shaking its head and melting down as it was ignored.

Mark more focused on re-lubricating his cock in the throat of the first Succubus between himself stretching the ass of his second demon. He paid no heed to how his cock had grown, or twisted. Nor the toning of his form, or the pointing of his ears, and emergence of further demonic physical traits.

All this transpired as Brandie arrived back at the building. Strutting confidently after having fucked her way into a job as a shooter girl. She had her first shift tomorrow, she was to stay the day before open being trained by a co-worker for a different job. Serving shots once opening happened to prove how desirable the clientele would find her.

The red head shivered in delight, before smiling broadly in delight sensing the energies overtaking the building. She could here her God, could sense the souls entrapped in its realm, succumbing to just how differently time could flow there.

Tapping the service key fob on the front door, Brandie sauntered inside, confidently and knowingly down the hall, slowly, stalking down the stairs, across the laundry room.

Then, with a sudden shift in disposition she slowly, gently pressed the key into the lock. Click.. click… click… With each slow release of the lock pins as the key pressed its way through its channel Brandie rotated the cylinder, opening the door and casting light upon the shocked, embarrassed for caught there, like a deer in headlights, hard cock in hand, precum dripping.

“Oh… uh… uhmm…” Brandie feigned modesty embarrassment and surprise while feeling little more than predatory delight as the shocked young black man.

“Look.. uh… neither of us are really… uh supposed to be… a.. here… right now…” Brandie feigned, sheepish glances up from the held cock to just tease eye contact, but not maintain it anywhere near enough to spook her prey.

“Uh.. oh… yeah.. uhmm…” Abe suddenly found the ability to communicate starting to scramble to put his aching, blue balled cock away.

“Look… uh… let me.. buy a… a… favor…” Brandie shyly reacted, a hand reaching out to just barely touch one of Abe wrists, pausing his fully pulling up his boxers, his other hand already gripping the waist of one side of his pants to raise up to restore modesty.

Abe watched, at a loss to reply as the redhead slowly kneeled before him, sticking her tongue out just a little, she gently lapped as the still exposed head of his hardened cock above the boxers waist band, before gazing up wide eyed, and gently mouthing it, as she guided his hands away.

Abe’s hand shifted to brace himself, unsure of just what he was doing, his head lolling back, and rolling around, as the red head shyly, slowly, expertly manipulated his cock with her lips. Driving back and thoughts of flight, fight, or resistance with growing desire, and wanton need for more.

God, what would Karl think if he found them?

Abe tried to shake the image of Lydia’s daughter riding atop a man, stroking his and his twins cocks, about to start sucking one.

Abe tried to pull free of his mind drifting back to that dream he couldn’t explain giving him such existential dread.

Thoughts of Mary quickly replaced by this girl, experimenting at giving twins a blowjob at the same time.

“I want you to cum in me.” Brandie timidly pleaded between long, increasingly confident pulls of her lips up and down Abe’s cock. Delighting in the tremble, the twitch, of him beneath the tease of her lips.

As Abe came to terms with the mind blowing blowjob he was experiencing he came to respect, and appreciate the actions of the redhead pulling on his cock.

He had experienced the shy, learning blowjobs of an amateur, seen a spectrum of videos of expert cock sucking pornstars from cock hungry, through skull fuckery. But this one he was having, it was like his cock was being relished in entirety.

The redhead’s shyness had subsided into long, knowing, experienced feeling pulls, kisses, lapping licks around, and atop the head of his cock. Combined with slow, flawless deepthroating. Abe fought the desire to press forward, or pull her head down.

Unaware of her deliberate slow, and expert ministrations intentionally trying to get him to forsake resistance, and just use her for his own want.

Her hands, cupped and fondled his balls, stroking his shaft firmly in the wake of her lips as if she was milking the cock, massaging and slowly tugging on it as she mouthed his balls.

Abe trembled as he felt himself on the cusp of cumming.

“I’m… gonna..,” He cried, a confident, at ease response all his words reaped in response.

“Mm.. hmm…” Brandie continued toying, and milking his cock, knowing his will hadn’t been broken enough for him to join the others. Knowing she had to coax him further along.

Brandie lovingly sucked his cock with need, she knew time worked differently in the Idol’s realm. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been there during the night before. All she knew was she had let it fuck all it could out of her.

So much so she delighted in using her caged tormented soul when she had finally turned.

And then she woke. All day had felt sluggish, and impeded.

Worse still was the dysphoria. All the seducing, fucking, cock sucking, pussy eating all feeling strangely dampened versus the euphoria she’d grown accustomed. But she knew how to fix it, having already gotten some of the Idol’s essence back into herself she was eager and hungry for more.

“Why… why…” Abe panted heavily, squirming against the storage locker door his fingers clung to in frustration and need. “can’t.. I… just… cum…” He moaned tossing and turning his head, his gaze steadying it in a stare down as Brandie giggled.

“Maybe I’m just not that good.” She coyly teased, throwing her hair back with a toss of her head before smirking up. “Or maybe you want to spray it on my face.”

Licking up under his cock, Brandie enjoyed the sway and flex of Abe’s hips as her tongue’s tip teased at his slit and she gaze up playfully, as if excited to feel him spray across her face.

“Maybe you don’t want this enough.” Brandie then added, standing up and running her hands up, and down her body, fingers hooking in the bottom of the white halter top, peeling it slowly up until her pert nipples atop now small cleavage popped free. Throwing the top away, she fondled herself, tugging on her nipples.

The skirt dropped next, revealing her clean hairless mons, and glistening swollen pussy lips.

“I do know, I could go for a REAL fuck right now.” Looking herself up and down, Brandie then glanced across at Abe. “I know you sure look to be.”