Heather and Jason Say Goodnight to Their Reception

Paula and Claire eagerly returned, happily reporting the head table was fully assembled. The guests were almost all back in the room, well the ones that could be found.

Heather had spent the time they were gone masturbating, relishing the growing desire and lust within her. The Idol whispered to her, and she liked what it was imprinting upon her corrupted mind. Dropping the front of her dress Heather sucked her juices from her fingers, guiding each of her remaining bridesmaids in to suckle on one of her full breasts, corrupted breast milk flowing into them, furthering their already deep descent into joining the Idol’s legions.

“Let’s go ladies. I can’t wait to consummate things.” Heather proudly remarked, admiring the wanton looks from Paula, Taylor and Claire as they both stopped feverishly feasting on the Idol’s corruption.

The room's music faded away, the crowd silently almost hypnotically took in the bride as she entered the room, the silence spread through the crowd in hushes as everyone stopped their antics, be it observing the developing orgy, innocently dancing, chatting, or less innocently embracing the corrupt inclinations, stripping, groping, making out, fucking.

The couples entranced by the DJ's corruption into her new siren form paused, heralded the entry of the one who gathered them all there. An exquisite chorus of pleasured screams and moans rising over any commotion left in the room and descending it all into entranced silence.

Their actions and climaxes, however, continued to surge through them as they partook in the almost devout silence embracing the room as the bride flaunted her new body, and prepared new vows.

Standing next to Jason he adjusted his bulging cock in his pants before placing his hands on her, the best man handing Heather a microphone before stepping back, Paula the Maid of Honour whispered perverse ideas in his ear.

“I just wanted to say a few words before we, My husband and I, draw this night to an end.” Heather began, gazing across the crowd, about one-third of their reception of 300 appeared absent. Good, it has already begun, Heather thought. “We knew today our lives would be changed forever. Already it has more than I had every wildly imagined. I can see it all around us now. The pleasure this brings to all of us. I now vow to be with you all, everlasting. If you would join us.” The room stirred slightly, the least corrupt individuals suddenly having their sensibility tug on them hopefully, urgently.

“Now who wants to see me get fucked?” Heather then added, the crowd erupting in cheers of encouragement, the corruption in the groups will once again subverting the attempts to make the threatened souls in the room aware of their collective impending peril.

Jason hesitated a moment, this wasn't how it was supposed to happen… Was it? Looking to their fathers standing side by side he saw gestures and cheers of encouragement.

Turning to his mom and stepmother her saw even more enthused gestures.

They're waiting.

He was the host, he couldn't keep them waiting. Kissing Heather deeply he soon found Claire stripping him of his pants. His rigid cock dropping like a drawbridge towards his bride, Claire bent down, giving it a couple quick licks as Heather bent over the end table, her exposed breasts hanging free beneath her.

Heather moaned delightfully as she felt the raging cock head press against her wet slit. She had been hungering for this moment. Her excited plans for sex after the reception twisted by the Idol's taint into this ceremonial offering. Claire stripping Jason of his shirt and jacket, exposed the toned midriff resulting from the corrupt food and drink he had imbibed of.

Jason could swear his cock just seemed to grow in pressure as it entered the relieving sanctuary of Heather's snatch, her arms and his soon intertwined, leaving Heather hanging before him, tits on eager display swaying with every thrust Jason made into his perverted bride on his quest to consummate their union.

The room watched, enthralled at Heather's passion and pleasure at joining with her new husband in publicly perverse glory.

Droplets of blackened blood drizzled slowly down Heather's brow, dripping off onto the floor as her sharp crooked horns began to emerge from her skull.

The pain and pleasure of her body resonating in the glowing molten golden rings on her horns. Her pleasure and passion rippling outwards, causing the nearest people to shift awkwardly as they felt it begin to overwhelm them.

Jason cried out in exasperation at the overwhelming sensations, his eyes glowing yellow as he screamed out in delight, feeling his own horns begin to slowly emerge, mirroring the rather straight jagged turn upward of his bride as their darkness reached out and mixed, fueling the compulsions to relinquish themselves, and their souls to the Idol's domain.

Heather stared out at the souls condemned to join them in their unholy damnation, admiring the spectrum of already willing and easily forsaken, through innocently oblivious to the hell filled damnation forming around them.

“YES JASON! CHANGE ME! CHANGE US!” Heather cried out to the room, “The beauty, the youth, the eternal damnations of pleasure!” Heather continued raving between moans, and shrieks of delight, Jason responding simply with a few grunts and staggered heavy breathing as he hammered into his wife eternal, harder, and harder eager to think of the souls they may yet claim together.

With each thrust, Heather felt even greater euphoric joy as Jason's cock swelled to reach inside her pussy wholly. As her own pussy clenched his shaft eager to milk it.

Dark secrets, and deepest most corrupt and taboo desires were wordlessly shared, no times for objections or even questions as they passed through each other's minds quickly weaving into their new collective being.

Heather smiled at all the secret arousing thoughts of her friends Jason had as they became part of her.

Jason gasped at the perverse relations and masochistic desires that Heather had secreted away as they too became a part of him.

Their bodies were locked in ecstasy as their individual being were unwoven into a new unified being of two bodies, growing ever more eager to cum and finalize their new being.

Heather gasped as she felt her tail begin to sprout, Jason not wasting any time toyed with it, as if he were masturbating his own cock. As it lengthened and grew beyond his simple hand stroke he wrapped his hand in it, relishing the delightful pang of pleasurable pain as he tugged on it, feeling his own tail grow and flex into being behind him.

Popping his cock free of Heather's pussy he viciously pounded it into her ass, unleashing a howl of surprised delight alongside his scream of pressured pleasure as he barely squeezed his now 16” cock in on a simple thrust.

Stopping for a moment triumphantly basking in the delight of their anal violation Jason soon found his tail instinctively burrowed itself a home in Heather's pussy.

“Oh hell…” Heather gasped in delight. “How haven't… We… Done… This… Sooner…” She gasped, her mind drowning in the delight of the two cocks grinding into her, the pleasure Jason was drowning in resonating to her through not just their empathic link, but the field of delight they were projecting outwards to the room.

Its time.

The two felt their final orgasm cusp, the pressure building in the swollen cockheads of Jason's cock and tail as he noticed the lavender hue his skin was adopting, a nice match to the pinkish hue his wife was turning, their hair turning steely grey.

“YES!” They cried out together, eagerly relinquishing their souls climaxing as the Idol ripped them free their mortal coils.

As wings burst forth and the newlyweds, gazed out at their still human guests with new predatory demonic perspective, they kissed lewdly.

As Jason filled his bride with his new demonic seed he held her tail out to the audience ejaculating cum across the closest audience members.

"Be Free." Heather declared as she and Jason gazed out at the room with arousal as it erupted in awareness to the Idol's presence, some victims already on the cusp of being toppled, others not nearly corrupted enough to submit.

A choir of chaos emerged as a crowd was ripped between dropping to the floor in a rush to fuck, and escape the room in a panic.

Looking to either side the married couple grinned with delight as their corrupted wedding party set to work on joining the newlyweds in damnation, like all other souls here were condemned to do. The Idol demanded it.

Some audience members upfront eagerly licked cum from each other's faces ripping any clothes left free, one poor designated driver stood there frozen in shock. Stunned between fear and arousal.

Heather and Jason leapt into flight, stooping down into the crowd separately to claim new souls, and perhaps even new minions for their new God.