A monstruous one

The red-skinned succubus stared at her former husband, wondering what to do with him while her skilled cunt was keeping him at the edge of another intense yet frustrating orgasm. Did he deserve being turned into an incubus? The Idol seemed to answer by showing her what he did before, his raunchy encounters, first with Candice, then with the shopkeeper and finally with the two Corinna and Larissa. Dion had taken great pride in not fucking them, despite everything he never cheated on his wife. But instead of feeling grateful for that, Traci only felt disgusted. A real man should have fucked them senseless, fill them to the brim with his corrupted cum and finally turn them into wicked demoness like her. Yet he didn’t spread this wonderful gift. She stared at him, his weak human mind and body didn’t deserve the Idol’s blessing, yet he will be useful.

The wicked slut brought a nipple up to Dion’s lips, pulling his head into her chest. Cooing lustily, Tracy closed her eyes as Dion’s closed on her sensitive flesh. She could feel the dark energy flow inside of her. Dion groaned as he drank the dark, corrupted milk. He could feel his body burn the more he consumed his wife’s milk yet he couldn’t stop.

“Oh my dear husband, You probably think I’m grateful because you stay faithful to me..” Tracy said, watching Dion’s eyes filling with hope and joy.

“I must thank you, but not for that. You’re a loser, a pathetic excuse of a man, not good enough to fuck.” Dion’s mind filled with despair as he heard Tracy continue. “But you give me a wonderful gift, you introduce me to my new god, to a life of neverending bliss, and I thank you for that. But you didn’t deserve the Idol’s gift, you can keep your weak soul, but I will make you the perfect tool for spreading the Idol’s will.

Tracy didn’t let him respond. Her chest still pressed into his suckling mouth, she grabbed his right hand and brought it to her face. She used her long, forked tongue to lick his hand, entwining the long appendage between his fingers, coating them with saliva.

“Yessss… it begins” she moaned as she watched Dion’s hand beginning to change. His fingers fused together, his hand taking on a bulbous shape as the bones began to dissolve. Soon she was sucking on a thick, arm-sized tentacle capped with a cock head, teasing out precum with strong sucks.

Removing Dion’s former arm from her mouth, she quickly moved it toward her still virgin ass. The throbbing tentacle nudged on the puckered hole before pushing into Tracy ’s tight asshole, the flared head of the cock spreading her butthole wide as it instinctively **** its way inside. She howled in delight as she let the tentacle move deeper in her, its precum easing the passage of the cock in her ass. Grabbing Dion’s other’s arm, she quickly repeated her actions, turning it into another phallic tentacle, keeping this one in her mouth longer, savouring the thick, syrupy fluid constantly oozing from it.

Hearing Dion’s muffled groans getting louder, she finally removed her breast from his mouth, staring at him with glee as she occasionally licked his tentacle dick while it was sliding up between her massive tits. Under her, Dion’s body was transforming into something truly monstrous. His skin had taken a soft, leathery texture while slowly turning into a dark pink hue with dark veins under it. Under him, a tail was rapidly growing longer and larger, stretching out until it was as long as his arms, ending in like a cock. Under his former arms, another pair of tentacles sprouted from his sides, growing and changing while they began to caress Tracy ’s luscious form.

“T-Tracyyyy”. Dion groaned with a deep, unrecognizable voice. His head was spared by the changes but his mind was filled with a maddening lust. Worst of all, his transformed skin was much more sensitive than before, his body turning into a huge erogenous zone.

“Yesss, you’re getting beautiful, darling, a true beast of pleasure. You won’t become an incubus Dion, you’re not worthy enough. But you will bring the Idol’s gift in this form” she said while leaning over him. “You’re turning into quite a rare specimen I say, a beast of Astaroth.”

Filling her lungs with the beast’s powerful pheromones, Tracy pressed her dripping breasts insistently at his chest while she began to lick and nibble at his face, ignoring the pleas and groans of the transforming man behind her. His face was changing too, losing all of his hairs while his ears, nose and eyes were disappearing. She latched her mouth onto his, working her forked tongue deep down his throat. One of her clawed hands caressed her transforming husband’s face lovingly, in sharp contrast to the voracious twisting of the pair's lips as they french-kissed hungrily. Their tongues tangled sinuously and as she began to pull Dion’s tongue out of his mouth, it grew and turn into a long tentacle too. The demoness sucked the tentacle for a moment, moaning as she curled her tongue around the length before releasing it.

She quackled evilly while admiring her work. Her husband had turned into a beast from the deepest pits of Hell, a blind, deaf monster driven by an unquenchable lust who could only emit pheromones and cum. Dion still has his soul, he will keep it as long as the Idol wanted.

“You can cum,” Tracy hissed.