She finally succumb

Faith is an umbrella. A shield. A dome protecting the soul from all temptations, all the dark thoughts that would sully it.

There are all kind of faith: the one you place in the future, or your convictions about right and wrong, or often the devotion to your god.

For the last twenty years, Samirah's faith had been guarding her against not much more than a feeble rain. The enticement to disobey, the little tingle in her nethers when she saw an attractive man, the annoyance after a long day and she still had her religious duties to do. Not even worthy of being called threats, given how strong her faith was ; they were systematically eliminated before they even as much as grazed her soul.

It had been constantly reinforced as she grew up, with each word from the imam, with each reading of the Quran, with each praise she received.

But now, after hours of constant hammering from the ocean of corruption and lust piling over it, her dome was showing its limits. It was creaking, leaking, letting a thin stream reach her soul.

Her doubts, her rebellious needs, her desire for freedom, everything she had buried long ago and thought had disappeared, were resurfacing and corroding her protection, making her shiver as she staggered to the elevator. Pulses of pleasure were radiating from her crotch, and with each of them it became harder to not let anything transpire on her face.

Fuck… What the hell was happening to her ?

She bit her lip and leant against Nick for support, breathing in his musky and spicy scent, unconsciously pressing herself against him.

Her body was demanding sex, begging for it even. To feel a naked skin against hers, the hardness of a rod above her ass, the thrill of pleasure before diving in. She had no idea where all these ideas came from, as none of her rare and shy fantasises ever included something this intense.

But it was infiltrating her mind.

The ding of the elevator shook her out of her trance. She clenched her teeth and pulled herself away from Nick, straightening her back and ignoring the tremor in her fingers. She was pure. She was faithful. She would see the end of this ordeal, come out stronger, and never feel this lust again. All would be well.

Unfortunately for her, the doors open to drown her in a tidal wave of unholy pheromones.

Samirah froze. A dark spot bloomed on her crotch as her panties got saturated by her juices. Was it a coincidence ? Was it the work of demonic influences ? Regardless, the result was that the elevator that arrived was the one they rode down half a hour ago. The one filled to the brim with corruptive scent…

Nick gently pushed her inside and pressed the button of their floor, before facing her.

— Sam ? You okay ? he asked with concern

She was turning her back to him, her shoulders shaking. She had to hide her face ! He absolutely couldn't see her expression, because at the moment she knew it was anything but pious and more like what they would see on a ravenous whore, **** to get fucked.

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, before she was able to croak a weak and utterly unconvincing "I'm fine".

Her temples were pounding. The slightest movement of her thighs was releasing a thousand of sparks of pure pleasure that made her back arch and her knees wobble.

She was panting, fighting with all he might the urge to let out a lewd moan and slip her hand between her legs to quench the boiling needs in her loins. She pressed her forehead against the cold metal wall, talking long and deep breaths, unknowingly filling her lungs with pheromones.

Her pussy throbbed.

She needed help, she couldn't do it alone, this wasn't normal. She had to find someone, her friends, the imam, her mom, anybody !

Naughty images bloomed in her mind. Her fucking Nick, fucking her sister, her friends, everybody, spreading corruption and watching them transform into horny lustful demons, devolving anything into a heated orgy that- Wait. What ? Demons ? Where the hell did that come - Oh lord almighty, demons !

Her eyes shut wide open as the horrifying truth dawned on her.

This overwhelming lust she had been feeling. It wasn't natural. It had to be the work of something dark, something evil, and now she knew what to look for, she could feel it all around her. This… pressure, waiting to enter her soul. A dark energy coming straight from Jahannam, the burning place for sinners and kingdom of the demons, and it was trying to pull her in the sin.

But Allah was protecting her, she knew it, she felt it. He would never let one of His faithful followers down, and for that reason she would leave this fight victorious.

— Samirah ? Do you need anything ?

She froze. Oh no, Nick !! He wasn't protected like her, he may be pure but he was so **** ! She had to save him, send him away from the evil influence surrounding her, or rather she had to put as much distance between herself and anybody.

She straightened up and offered a feeble smile:

— No, thank you Nick… I just…felt dizzy that's all…

— As you wish princess, just let me know if you need me for anything.

A surge of pleasure almost brought her to her knees and for a second she felt the burning, imperious need to pin him to the wall and make out with him, slide her hands under his clothes and jerk him until he was ready to fuck her. And become a demon.

She took back control but was now terrified by the intensity of the urge she just had.

The danger was so much greater than she had thought, and already she could feel another surge of lust build up. She had to get away from him and not just for his safety, but for hers too, as she wasn't that much confident she wouldn't jump his bones and rub her crotch on his if given the opportunity.

With a ding, they reached their floor. She let him leave the cabin, but stayed behind.

— Hey Nick. I don't feel that well after all, can you just tell Nathalie I'm going back home ?

She mentally crossed her fingers, praying he wouldn't ask her to get examined...or maybe examine her himself… But he fortunately agreed and she pushed the lobby button, urging the door to close.

No sooner had they do so, she doubled over and let out the lustful moan she had been holding, feeling her cunt throb and soak her panties.

This was so, so wrong. All these impure, wanton ideas invading her head, driving her hornier and hornier and…

— Oh f-fuck !!!

She collapsed on her knees, sobbing and moaning as her nervous system was overflowing with lust.

This libido. This damned libido. It was wrecking her defences, assaulting her relentlessly and the more it piled up, the more she wanted to run back to Nick and have him fuck her for hours, giving her countless orgasms even if it meant becoming a creature of lust and darkness.

She had to take it down first, or else she wouldn't even be able to remember the prayer for her salvation. But how could she do it ? Ignoring it didn't work, she didn't have enough clarity to pray, she was too far from help...

Maybe I should masturbate. whispered her inner voice.

She slammed her fist on the emergency button, instantly stopping the elevator. Wow. That was a forbidden thought, the kind that she had to ignore in every circumstances, no matter what, because they were the path to damnation. It was the reason she had never, ever tried it even when curiosity and desire were gnawing at her.

But I'm already on that path. And masturbating does help to clear the lust ? So if a little sin save me from giving in to evil…

Her heart was pounding, and her stomach clenched like a sailor knot. She approached a trembling hand to her crotch, already feeling the heat radiating from it.

Am I really doing this ? Oh, crap, I am !

She gulped, her drilling lust momentarily overshadowed by the excitement of being about to do something entirely new, of finally having the answers to those questions that never left her mind: what does it feel like ? Was it as good as the other girls said ? Was her clit really that sensitive ?

Her fingers pressed against her jeans. A long moan escaped her throat as her pelvis thrusted forward, seeking more stimulation.

Heavens… She had barely touched it… How could it it be so amazing ?

All of a sudden twenty years of frustration washed over her and she plunged her hand in her pants, screaming as her fingers touched her clit before sliding between her folds.

In a matter of seconds her breath was ragged mess, her eyes rolling and her body undulating to increase the pleasure. She was discovering an ecstasy immensely stronger than anything she had imagined, magnified tenfold by the power of the Idol. The wet sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, the hoarse moans, the scent of juice splashing her panties and dripping to the ground beneath her, it was divine, numbing every thoughts except the need to keep masturbating.

Moved by instinct, her other hand slithered under her shirt to reach her sensitive nipples, already hard and demanding attention. She began to fondle them, pull them, play with them, relishing sensations she should have discovered years ago.

Her mind conjured images to go with that pleasure. At first it was a man, kissing her…Kissing her body… Delicately sliding his fingers in her… But quickly the fantasy heated up, his thrusts got more intense, he started to suck on her nipples as she massaged his huge throbbing cock. In the elevator, her whines got more intense, her cunt pulsed with desire and creamed her panties, even her asshole was starting to throb under the alien need to be filled.

Her palm was drenched. Pushed by a lustful urge, she switched hands and brought the wet one to her nose, diving in the delicious smell, slowly running her tongue all over her fingers to taste herself.

In her fantasy, a woman appeared. And Samirah was licking her pussy.

She didn't even realise how sinful that was, she just let herself be taken by the flow and savour the exquisite taste of a corrupted pussy, the delicious idea of rubbing her nose in the woman's crotch, of having her eat her out like a horny slut. Each new lewd thought increased her desire and her pleasure, making her tremble and lose control a bit more.

Beads of sweat were rolling over her body, and her clothes itched, disturbing her sex-induced haze. She just wanted to rip them off and keep masturbating, again and again until she could finally cum, and the mere of concept of being naked was turning her on.

She interrupted her session only to undress herself with frantic movement: pants, shirt and even her underwear, everything thrown away, leaving her in her birthsuit. Her hands leaped back at work and she screamed, relishing these exhibitionist sensations.

Her body was twisting, convulsing, spraying juices everywhere. She was losing herself in her **** desire to achieve orgasm, her original goal of using it to fight the lust now totally forgotten.

It lasted for at least a dozen of minutes, during which she kept moaning, writhing, the pleasure continuously cresting but never crashing, her frustration growing as she was unable to reach orgasm. Why ? Why couldn't she cum ?

She was determined to finger herself as long as it would take, she would masturbate till someone heard her screaming and stand by her side to help her cum, nothing would stop her she-

*Rriiiiiiiiiiinnnnng*

She stopped.

*Rriiiiiiiiiiinnnnng*

What was this ? It sounded familiar… oh yes, it was her phone, someone was calling her.

The sound pierced through the mist enveloping her senses, giving her enough sanity back to look for the source.

She found her phone on the floor, and a glance told her it was her sister calling. Her sister…

The spell shattered in an instant, leaving her trembling and horrified. Oh Heavens… She pulled her hands away from her body, igniting the rebound of desire that screamed at her to continue.

This had failed epically. She had failed. She had been so engrossed by the pleasure that she lost control, allowed herself to behave like a…a…like the last whore on Earth. She wanted to slap herself. Bad Samirah, weak Samirah. Now there was ****, she had to talk about it to someone.

She reached to grab her phone and froze. Her throat suddenly incredibly dry, and her heart pounding as she was filling with terror.

The skin of her hand, previously a light brown was now a light greenish, discreetly mixing with her natural hue. Worse, she could make out a small pattern that looked horribly like scales, spreading from her fingers to her forearm, and her nails had gotten longer, pointer, almost like…

— No, no, nononononono ! NO !! NO !!

She jumped back on her feet, tears streaming down her face. This couldn't be. This couldn't ! She was turning into a monster !

She frenetically scan the rest of her body, pinching her skin, feeling her face, trying to see if anything else had changed. Her teeth. Her canines were too long, and too pointy for a human.

It was because she had given up, there was no other explanation. She had been weak, she had failed and she was suffering the consequences. Even then her mind was buzzing and contemplating the idea of just surrendering to her lust.

Her only hope was in the arms of her god. He would be able to purify her, He would save her from her own dark side, He would help.

He had to.

Every hospital had a prayer zone for the heartbroken families et friends, and this one was no exception. If she could reach it, she would be saved, she would be protected. It was a Catholic chapel and not a mosque, but that didn't matter, she was too ****, it would have to do.

She hastily dressed herself. The contact of her underwear against her swollen and gushing pussy almost sent her back in a frenzied masturbation, but she bit her lip to the blood and managed to tear her hand away from her hips and finish putting her clothes on.

She flipped the emergency switch and the elevator resumed his descent.

During all the ride down she was shaking, sweating, her excruciatingly sensitive pussy creaming her clothes and tempting her, telling her to slid her hand down her pants again and give herself that oh so desired orgasm.

She almost hurled out of the cabin the moment the doors opened, barely registering the confused look her behaviour was raising. Her brain was assaulted once again by pure desire, and she had just enough coherence to run toward the chapel.

Just a few more steps, almost there, just around that corner and-

— Look out !!!

She slammed into a woman and tackled her to the ground.

— Ooof ! Hey ! Watch where you're going young girl. said the middle-aged woman. We could have gotten hurt.

But Samirah didn't hear her. Because her crotch has landed right on top of the woman's knee, mashing her overstimulated cunt and saturating her with pure pleasure. She began to grind on her leg, slowly but with a world of delectation at each stroke, wringing more juice out of her pants to wet the lady's.

— W-what on Earth do you think you're… you're…you…

The woman's protests trailed off to be replaced by shy moans as she inhaled the young girl's corrupted scent.

Samirah couldn't even think. He body was acting solely on her most basic and primal instinct ; she needed to cum, she needed it more than she ever needed anything.

She threw her head back and whimpered, humping faster as she confusedly felt the heat of the corruption envelop her body, changing it to reflect her darkening soul.

Her modest breasts began to swell in her shirt, slowly but surely filling out her tightening bra as her ass started to expand, her hips widening and her cheeks inflating into a delicious firm bubble-butt. In her shoes, toenails became ivory claws and the green scales bloomed on her feet, slowly creeping up her leg.

This could have kept going for a lot longer if the woman, intoxicated with Samirah's pheromones, hadn't slid her hand under the young girl's shirt, reaching for her breast. This intrusion was enough to reboot her short-circuited brain, and make her realise once again the situation she was in.

She screamed, throwing herself away from her victim and slamming against the wall, barely standing on her legs.

— S-stay away… Stay… Don't… She staggered to the door of the chapel and took refuge in the holy place, leaving a confused and horny woman, panting on the floor.

She sobbed as soon as the door closed. Why ? Why was this happening to her ? She had always been good and faithful, always obeyed everything she was taught, stayed away from every temptations, every source of sin. Then why wasn't she able to resist ?

She dropped on a cushioned stool, praying anybody who would listen for help. Not just Allah, anybody. Any god or entity, Jesus, the Hindu gods, even the fucking Egyptians one. She was sending a last **** SOS as she started to rub her crotch on the cushion.

Wasn't her faith supposed to protect her ? Her mother had always said that no matter the ordeal, her devotion would save her from anything. But at the moment, she didn't feel protected at all.

I'm not faithful enough. she concluded If I was, this wouldn't be happening.

A chill of pleasure ran through her spine.

A pure girl wouldn't be corrupted.

She looked at her hand and the green hue that was had now invaded all of her arms. The skin felt hard and smooth, deliciously sensitive, and somewhat elegant.

She… was pure wasn't she ? All her life she had devoted herself to follow the teaching of the prophet, to be worthy and radiant women.

If I am so pious, why did I pray to other gods than Allah ? I betrayed him. This is my punishment

That thought brought to her a strange satisfaction… The same feeling she had when she realised her life was in the hands of her god, that whatever happened had an unfathomable reason, a goal beyond her. Acceptance.

Sparks of pleasure were flying in her mind as she humped the cushion harder, staining it with her juices.

This was meant to be. I'm not strong enough, I deserve to fall !

She let out pure moans of lewdness as her transformation resumed, her already inflated chest now ballooning in an outrageous way, adding more strain on her tight shirt.

Tits of a slut ! I'm nothing more than a horny slut, doomed for evil.

Her plead for help shifted, now begging to not save her, to let her suffer her penance in the full extend of her sin.

She tore all of her clothes, exposing her heart-shaped ass, deliciously round and toned, and the embryo of a tail, slowly growing above it ; her breasts, bigger than her head already, standing firmly on her chest as a sinful tribute to sexiness and depravation.

She let out a monstrous hiss, her skin glistening with sweat and her elongating tongue hanging out of her mouth in a parody of orgasm.

— What in God's name do you think you're doing ??!!!

She barely payed any attention to the man that had just entered, and was now angrily walking to her.

— This is God's house you degenerate !! Put your clothes back or you're gonna be in a world of traaaaaeeeeerrrrlkl

The rest of his threat died in a gurgling, his airways crushed by Samirah's powerful grip. She hadn't even turned her head.

— Do. Not. Fucking. Interrupt. Me !!!

She finally looked him in the eyes and his face blemished when he saw that inhuman gaze with stretched pupils and glowing red irises.

She threw him on the ground and jumped over him before ripping off the crotch of his pants. His cock was already hardening under the influence of her pheromones, and her pussy hovering above him. She grabbed his cheeks and hissed:

— I'm gonna fuck you… And i'm gonna finally know what an orgasm is…

She impaled herself on his rod and let out a powerful roar, her long and forked tongue flicking in the air to taste his fear and arousal. Divine… She moved up and down, each thrust separating a bit more her soul from her body, and fuelling her transformation. Her face turned green and her fangs achieved their growth.

She was so close already. She could feel it ! The climax ! It was coming, SHE was coming !!!! Fuck yes ! Fuuuuuccckk yes !

Her hairs gathered themselves in dozens of thick locks, merging together in scaly and slithering cylinders, transforming into black and yellow snakes undulating like an aura around her head.

Her eyes shot opened and she came.

Her scream cut the ultimate tie linking her to her soul, sending it straight to the Idol in the Abyss and marking the birth of a new Medusa.

But the corruption of the one of the most innocent and pure soul in the city created a colossal backlash that flooded the whole hospital. Normal humans didn't feel anything more than a brief spark of arousal. But for that ones that had already been even slightly tainted…

Nick was busy fucking a nurse in a room when he felt a tremendous amount of power wash over him and his prey, making both of them instantly cum in the most mind-shaking orgasm imaginable, and the poor girl didn't even had the time to scream before her breast ballooned and tore off her bra, her hands sprouting thick claws and the rest of her body morphing at accelerated speed to become devious demon.

Nick smiled proudly.

The woman Samirah had bumped into was fortunately masturbating in the toilets when the wave came. Her corruption hadn't even began to show but in a split-second her eyes widened and she came, moaning as her forms rejuvenated, her curves growing bigger, more luscious.

Fangs shot through her gums, her features shifting and pushing forward into a leonine muzzle, her muscles bulging in an athletic frame and fur covering her whole body. Small protrusions bloomed on her forehead, quickly growing in goat horns. Above her massive ass, her spine stretched and her skin morphed in to scales, the tip of her lengthening tail forming a hissing snake head, indispensable attribute of the Chimera.

Samirah's orgasm lasted for several blissful minutes before she came back to her sense. Beneath her, was an exhausted minotaur, his huge cock still filling her pussy.

She got up and stretched, a wicked smile on her face.

She felt…liberated… Gone the worries, gone the doubts, gone the shameful devotion, the absurd mindless obedience to an absent god. Her new god, the Idol, was infinitely more present in her than anything she ever thought feeling in her human life.

She strutted toward the door, summoning sexy clothes on her body with a surprising ease. Her mind was slowly filling with knowledge, and she would have to rest a few hours to really take a look at it. But for now…She had plans.

She laughed and closed the door, a ridiculous joy in her heart. It felt good to be a demon.