Carly's Home - Pt. 4

Carly mounted her little sister's face, shoving her pussy down roughly on the girl's mouth. Her emotions were complicated right now. Though she was a demon, and didn't feel any of the guilt, shame, or related feelings she knew she would normally be feeling, she noticed that she still felt the thrill of the taboo of fucking her sister. It was driving her wild, but it also made her wonder: was that emotion just passing through a filter, allowed in by the demon inside her? Or was it manufactured, a product of her new demonic nature?

It's something she promised herself to circle back to. Presently, her tentacle was writhing around in her, **** to be freed to fuck this corruptable morsel beneath her. Her sister lapped eagerly at her tainted snatch, tongue, teeth, and lips all working as hard as they could to pleasure her mistress. As Becca hit a particularly wonderful note in her ministrations, a sharp wave of lust made Carly lose control, her tentacle shooting out of her and violently impaling Becca's throat. It slithered through Becca, determined to fill every little spot it could. Carly moaned in rapture, feeling the dual sensations of her tentacle sliding through her and through her sister.

Carly growled in animal lust as her tentacle burst out of her sister's asshole, having snaked its way through her entire body. She could still feel Becca's lips and tongue moving on her cunt though; somehow, her sister could still breathe. This must be one of the changes Emily's worm made.

Emily, meanwhile, had summoned her Master's full length for another go at Becca, and had wasted no time in thrusting back into Becca's recently-used cunt. She was pumping aggressively, determined to use the toy that her Master had created to its limits.

As Carly's tentacle slithered out of Becca, it moved of its own accord, bending and pushing up into Emily's ass. Emily screamed with glee at the added sensation, increasing the pace of her fucking as the tentacle crawled up inside her.

Carly felt like a queen, the euphoria and heady thrill of power, of control, bathing her corrupted soul. Then, like a lightning bolt, she was struck with a thought. With wicked pleasure, she felt her back tentacles emerge, creeping into the air. With a thought, she sent them flying toward Emily, shooting into her mouth and down her throat. Emily gasped and gagged, but soon realized what was happening. She looked Carly in the eyes, and smiled as best she could, giving up control of her upper body to the tentacles. Her worm had melted her insides, her organs forming a putrid mass of pleasurable flesh in her core. It was there the tentacles met, the smaller back tentacles tying a knot around the much larger central tentacle, playing a game of tug-of-war to saw in and out of Emily, fucking her completely.

Emily continued to use her arms and lower body to impale Becca's cunt on her Master, their pussies mashing together with every thrust. Never had Emily felt this good, even when Carly had first impaled her on her tentacle. The addition of her worm Master fucking the tight cunt beneath her, and the tentacles writhing inside her re-purposed body, had her beyond satisfied. She could remember who she was before, what she had thought, felt, loved, hated. Compared to this, she was... nothing. Her old self had been too worried about so many things to truly appreciate any single other one. The lifting of all those burdens, all those worries, doubts, and failures... it had left an entire life's worth of room. And that room had been filled with this most evil lust. She felt the pulsing ooze of her Master, as he plundered the willing cunt below her, and she felt his seething malevolence, his unquenchable thirst for conquest. She felt those same things and together, they would experience more than she knew her entire past life would have been capable of.

Carly watched the scene in front her, heard the sounds of squelching and moaning, and smelled the potent musk of sex, mixed with the demonic pheromones they were all excreting. She had given herself to the demon inside her, completely, but even still, the things she was seeing, the things she was doing... they shocked even her. She felt that demon in her, felt it roaring in vicious triumph at the conquest of innocent souls taking place. She watched Emily, eyes wide and wild, head lolling backward as tentacles pumped into her mouth and ass. Her body was limp, and she was allowing herself to be held up by Carly's tentacles, her worm still pumping into Carly's little sister. The girl was gone, Carly knew. Even more so than her, whatever Emily had been was gone. Where Carly had embraced the demon, Emily had become it. She was nothing more than an extension of her Master now.

She became acutely aware of her tentacles, these wonderful appendages of sin she had been granted. She felt every inch of them, moving through bodies, fucking her darkest, most perverse desires into these two. As she watched and felt this gorgeous stranger and her dear little sister pledge themselves to a life of debauchery and the breeding of more sinful sisters, Carly came.

Torrents upon torrents of corrupted cum spewed into Emily, overflowing her small frame. Some of it fed into her worm Master, who in turn fed some into Becca's corrupted snatch. The rest came bubbling out of Emily any way it could. Her mouth, ass, ears, and even eyes, began leaking night-black jizz, thick and putrid. Emily was still limp, but her arms were now moving, rubbing the black cum all over her body as it gushed out of her.

The scene helped prolong Carly's orgasm, and she reveled in her unfiltered hedonism, cumming as much as she possibly could into Emily. When she finally came down, Carly began to draw her tentacles back inside herself, relishing the lingering pleasure of her tentacles sliding back through her fucktoys.

She lifted herself off Becca's face to see her sister with a pristine smile on her face, and the fire of untamable lust in her eyes. Emily began to laugh, hiccuping and spitting up cum as she did so. She looked down at Becca.

"You are a wonderful little slut!" Emily exclaimed. She fell on top of the naked girl, rubbing her cum-soaked body all over Becca's.

"Thank you, mistress," Becca purred.

"We're gonna put you to good use on campus, Becca," Carly chimed in. "If you liked this, just wait until you see what being demon-spawn really entails."