She Gives The Idol What It Wants

Willow rolled her tongue around in her mouth, lapping up whatever she could taste of the small dose of corrupt cum the Idol had brewed in Dillon and was willing to let him be relieved of during his fall into its Legion.

As Willow stood up she had to pause as her pajama pants and underwear had fallen. She admired what obesity she had seemingly vanished, revealing perfectly flared hips and a toned curvaceous figure.

Sandra and Dillon stood up and meandered past her, running their hands across her body invitingly as they sauntered to their room, and its waiting queen size bed.

With a smirk Willow ditched the panties, pulling up the pajama pants and tightening the drawstring. Pausing at the bathroom she scooped up the t-shirt throwing it on over her proudly bearing breasts.

Before much longer it seemed the girls were asleep.

Willow's dream ate away at any inhibition or conscience she might have had left. The partially corrupted cum fueling the corrupted dreams and emergent desires and deprivations.

Waking in a hot sweat Willow panted as her body felt alive with pleasure, looking at Toni and Emi sharing the bed she licked her lips, the temptation to feel them up barely irresistible.

If the crucifix is gone they're less likely to reject you.

The thought was foreign, and didn't really make any sense. Yet still Willow felt in her gut like it was a spiritual truth, that the inanimate object was impeding her through mere presence.

Getting out of her makeshift bed on the floor she looked about the darkened room, shuffling quietly to the door. She stood on her tippy toes reaching for the piece of stained wood over the door.

Holding it in her hand it felt strangely warm, the electric tingle of pleasure fading from her hands and down her arms as she held it, creeping out of the room.

She thought about how she didn't want the pleasurable sensations to fade, her intentions for the cross growing more definitive the more she felt it purify her demonic pleasure.

Her hands quickly grew hot, soon fumbling the crucifix as it began burning her, and her growing corrupt intentions Willow suppressed a gasp rushing and tossing the crucifix onto the couch.

Why did it start to burn? Was she evil? Slipping into the bathroom she flipped a light on and prepared to run her hand under cool water.

But her hand looked fine. In fact, she never looked better as she admired herself in the mirror, stripping down she touched herself and admired what had fully overcome her body.

If this was evil, she saw nothing wrong with it. Grinning to herself in the mirror she could smell a sweet allure of sex through the apartment. Sauntering out to the living room she wrapped her hand in what she wore to bed, and rushed the crucifix to the garbage chute.

Then proudly meandered back, looking up and down the hall not just looking, but eager to get caught.

She was shameless after all.