Investigate the Tusk

Her mouth watered. How she craved that taste. She breathed in deep. Unbeknownst to her the carpet had actually changed colour, corruption having diffused across it from where Jeremy had stood in the hall. It just sat there releasing pheromones into the air.

Pheromones that Christina deeply inhaled thinking about how the tusk in the door was safe.

There were no shadows from the other side, just a touch, maybe a taste. Just to see if that thing in the mirror was indeed this.

She crawled across the floor, unknowingly swaying her ass seductively.

She felt her way up the door looking at where it was splintered from the penetration of the tusk.

She could almost smell that taste, she gazed at it hungrily, ear pressed hard against the door, her hand creeping up, spread palm down on the other side of it. Her hand crept slowly towards it.

She half wondered what she was doing. A part of her cried for her to run, part of her wanted to throw herself back on the bed in front of the mirror, hoping her reflection would just pick up where it left off and let her cum and not just keep building up climaxes without any gratifying release.

Instead she was caught in the middle inquisitively trying to figure out just which voice to go with.

As her finger made contact there was none of the sensation she got from the one her reflection grazed across her.

It seemed inert, harmless. She grasped it with her full hand. Stroking it gently she began feeling a greater withdrawal from this lack of return on her contact.

Yet there was still that faint scent, her face drew closer... Her hand kept feeling up and down the tusk, on a downstroke she just tasted the tip.

It was there! She swirled her tongue around the tip absorbing the faint taste she'd been craving .

The withdrawal eased, the euphoria from earlier seemed to resume. She tried to pull it free but it just stayed lodged there.

She began to fondle herself drawn to get more of the flavour into her mouth.

She kept stroking with the one hand until she found it obstructing her attempts to get more of the tusk in her mouth.

As she dropped her hand it found itself a place rubbing her clit through her wet panties which increasingly felt like an obstruction.

As her lips once more grazed the wood she sucked with all her might, **** to leech more of that flavour this tusk seemed to emanate.

As she kneeled there, braced against the door she sucked as much of it as she could into her mouth. As she began to back off it running her tongue along the bottom it launched out of the door throwing Christina onto her back.

She panicked, **** on this previously seemingly innocuous thing. Before she got her hands to her face to grab at it in a panic, tentacles sprouted from the base of it and lashed around her head forming into a smooth latex like mask.

As she tried to grab hold of it, it smoothed out tighter against the delicate contours of her face.

Suddenly Christina's back arched as a climax wracked her. Her body dropped limp, the gag flexing slightly as the tusk that it sprouted from slowly slid in and out of her mouth.

A blank look sat dazed upon her face as movement began to return to her heavily aroused, pleasure laden body.

Her hands started to slowly drift across her body, barely letting her fingers touch her seemingly electrified skin as she wallowed in the pleasure of the tusk, and it's finally full flavour upon her tongue.

She eagerly gulped whatever it poured into her, eagerly anticipating each new increased wave of pleasure each gulp brought.

As she explored the crevice of her pussy with one hand and massaged her breasts with another she began to wonder just what pleasures that reflection could have wrought.

What was she thinking not having pulled herself back up to that counter?

As she stared at the ceiling, her tongue trying desperately to wrestle and subdue the pleasurable tusk in her mouth it hit her.

She rolled over, and with a slow seduction crawled across the floor.

As she came to the mirror at the end of the bed she turned, and paraded her ass with each sway as she crawled up onto the bed.

All the while she gazed back over her shoulder, returning the hungry aroused look that her reflection had beheld her with earlier.

Her reflection however just mirrored her. There was no added sensations, or alternate tusk coming from a supernaturally liberated reflection.

As Christina lay spread eagle fingering herself aggressively staring through her cleavage at herself masturbating she grew ****. She wanted that girl in the mirror. No, she NEEDED that girl.

Oh how she craved some sort of release to finally orgasm and cum.

All she had however were her **** efforts, an increasingly sexually depraved mind, and the wonder that was the tusk turned mouth gag.

After climaxing again Christina got up and pressed herself against the mirror.

She rubbed her erect nipples and ground her whole form critically against her reflection, the cold touch of the mirror fading from her contact upon it. How she just wanted her reflection on top of her.

She closed her eyes, and nuzzled the mirror. She moaned with pleasure as she continued massaging her clit with one hand.

If it wasn't for the tusk gag she might've pleaded against the mirror. She regretted her moment of weakness, had her knees not given in on her she might've had the chance to fully embrace this... Occurrence.

How could she have refused, or been so terrified of such pleasures? How could something that felt so great be something to fear?

As she moaned into the tusk gag, it continued to secrete endorphins and aphrodisiacs into her.

She suddenly felt a warmth pressing back against her. As she opened her eyes she was suddenly flung across the room back onto the bed.

Oh how she craved the attention now staring down at her from the mirror. She smiled hungrily nodding approvingly as Christina stared back, masturbating aggressively groping her cleavage and presenting herself wide legged eyes locked on her audience.

As she gazed upon her reflection she envied the changes it took on before her.

The reflection groped both it's breasts relishing the reaction it elicited on Christina, after a moment she brought her hands down revealing the DD breasts having expanded into beautiful E cups. Her skin had also begun paling into a paper white. Her lips black and glossy as a raven, horns just starting to peak out from her brow.

Christina grew more aroused and hungry for her reflection. More than that, she wanted to pair with it, to be one with it, to reproduce it's image.

Her head shot up towards the ceiling as she felt the reflection once more insert something into her cunt.

As her gaze returned to the mirror her reflection no longer bore as innocent an alluring image as Christina's. It played with its tusk with an elongated forked to tongue, it's back arched down to a perfectly curved ass. A tail curled out above the ass and was currently fucking into its own pussy. Her bleach white skin contrasted by tiny black nipple, lips, and eye lids.

A fanged grin and gleaming red eyes bore down on Christina.

With a deliberate motion a black nail was drawn across the reflections cheek, the gags straps giving way in response to the reflections motion.

Christina began to openly scream in pleasure as the gag came loose. She pulled the tusk from her mouth running her tongue along it, envious that she lacked the length of her reflections tongue. As she began to feel another climax building she clumsily brought the tusk down across her body. Relishing the electric sensation it's touch brought upon her.

Before long she was once more wracked with pleasure as it buzzed upon her clit.

Christina's body burned with ecstasy, yet each climax failed to give her a relenting orgasmic release.

Determinedly she impaled the tusk into her pussy, climaxing as she suddenly felt as if she had two phalluses penetrating into her.

She stroked it in and out a couple more times across her clit before rolling over onto all fours.

Staring back at her reflection through the framing of her heaving breasts and legs she reached back one more, this time stabbing the tusk into her ass.

As it slid in she felt a slight release of all the climaxed sexual energy. Her hand seemed to lose hold of the tusk as it pulled itself deeper into her ass.

She arched her back as a new sensation seared along her spine in exquisite climax. She glanced back over her shoulder and could do little more than smile contentedly.

She watched as she felt the new muscle control of a phallus tipped tail upon her ass. She watched it sway back and forth temptingly. She brought across brush it across her lips, relishing the sensation of both it upon her lips, and her lips upon it.

She gazed past it to the mirror, her reflection now gone. A room number left printed in hot breath.