They Awaken Later

Emi awoke stretching out luxuriantly feeling unbelievably well rested.

Staring up at the palatial ceiling Emi slowly began to sit up and gaze around to room with wonder.

The bed she was on easily encompassed a quarter of the elaborate room; Emi grinned dumbly as she wondered just how many could fuck on it at the same time. Her apartment bedroom was smaller than it.

Looking towards one window the suns last golden ray glared in with a red hue, Terryl standing up from the cast iron tub, a silk clad woman on each side taking and holding an arm as she stepped out of the tub to be dried.

Emi couldn't help but take a moment to admire the woman her mother was becoming. Her perfect curves, large full perfectly hanging breasts, flared hips, and pear shaped ass. The horns, pointed ears, and newly developed tail seemed to just add to the perfection.

Emi shivered in excitement as she felt her tail drag up her leg, she had forgotten the delight she had experienced in growing it, biting a lip she considered testing to see what it felt like to penetrate someone. Glancing at the women by her mother she licked a lip.

Courtesans Emi thought. Inherently aware that these were **** souls vying for the privilege of their worthless souls being accepted in exchange to ascend beyond the mortal gifts they had been bestowed, for some it was beauty, others pleasure, some simply shelter and opportunity.

Like many a junkie whore they were kept for purposes, their minds and bodies sexually addicted to the demons that had deprived them of joining the Idol's legions, their sexual energy and hope being tapped like tree sap to make syrup.

“Wasn't that beautiful.” Terryl remarked to her daughter, she had been dying for some conversation but aside from following orders and catering to Terryl and her daughters the silk clad servants remained silent, seemingly almost fearful.

“It was… I don't know. Wild.” Emi replied, getting up and smiling at the timid glances of desire her body was luring in the room. “Where are we?”

“I'm not exactly sure. All I've been able to learn is we arrived in a limo and these… Servants bathed us and have been catering to our needs.” Terryl responded, gesturing for her half demon daughter to follow.

Leaving the bedroom Emi dropped her jaw in delight, watching her sisters feed each other bites of food from a banquet set up on an elegant boardroom table. Claire in fact serving Caroline whip cream with her tail, as Monica and Julia shared berries with elaborate kisses, Kathy meanwhile made out with Claire as Fiona fingered her eldest sister for juices to drizzle on a pastry.

“Come, eat. You'll need the sustenance for tonight.” The booming welcoming yet commanding voice carried from a man dressed in a well-trimmed suit at the head of the table.

“Who…” Emi didn't finish the question as the impeccably handsome man stood up and walked along the table to her, his hand seemed to float along stroking the bare forms of her demonized sisters as he passed.

“I'm the First Witness." The man introduced himself with a bow, "You'll understand that better later. You and your relations however, well you have become invaluable to our savior, the Idol." The first witness remarked gesturing to a tapestry of an orgy against one wall where the assorted participants appeared to be coming under siege from knights.

“Centuries ago, a war was started against us, and while we can't be sure if those enemies exist to this very day, you and your sister's present an opportunity to help maintain our privacy from those threats.” Emi knew what he was saying was important, she could feel in her corrupted body that he was what they were being drawn towards.

But all she could wonder is what sort of demonic fuck was concealed beneath that glamour. She could sense his potent corruption through it, it felt Earthy, ancient and rich. As if some sort of wine aged to perfection. Emi licked her lips, fidgeting her now clawed fingers. How easily she knew she could strip him naked.

“Will you confirm your faith this night?” Emi's mother and sisters replied in a chorus of sexually hungry and alluring mm hmms.

The ornate 16’ tall door to the suite flew open dramatically as a new woman entered the room. The red skinned succubus sauntered into the room with all the professional grace of a pornstar walking on set to get group fucked. “I’ve been told to inform you; the ceremony is almost ready.” Jenna remarked eyeing the assorted women up and down.

She’d been told there had been soul filled women brought in, but the energy she was sensing off them wasn’t that of ordinary humans, it felt almost more demonic than the man whom they all felt compelled to obey that they simply called “The Witness”. Jenna had to wonder what awaited them as they followed the witness past her out of the room.