Immaculate Contagion

You fall over on top of the strange woman, your still rock hard cock inside of her, pulsing and squirting. Your mind is less consumed, your focus now a bit more under your control, but your attention is still on your manhood and the vagina it is buried in. You don't want to leave, don't want to pull out, and she obviously feels the same as she feebly tries to reach around your ass and pull you closer. You find her mouth with yours, and you both start the sloppiest, weakest, but most sincere kiss either of you has ever had.

You realize you know this for a fact. That's how she feels. You can tell what she's feeling. You didn't notice it in your fuck-fueled haze, as you were both just consumed with lust and the urge to come as soon and as hard as possible. Now, her feelings are flooding you. Bliss. Trust. Contentment. A long awaited satisfaction. Did the QEBP choose a woman at random, or did it pick someone who desperately wanted to fuck?

You push your crotch closer towards her ass, feeling an aftershock wringing a few more drops out of you. She moans into your mouth and pushes back. You see her then, where her main body is. She's lying on a bed, wearing nothing but an old Ninja Turtles t-shirt, her sweatpants and panties discarded on the floor. Her bare ass is pointing up in the air, her face sideways on the blanket and her lips and tongue caught up in an invisible kiss. Next to her is a phone, the screen showing what looks like a gif of a petite fox man being fucked by a hulking wolf man. Looks like you interrupted something.

She's cute. About your age, eyebrow piercing, sidecut black hair. She doesn't look like she works at Corp. Inc., so you're not sure how she got into your roster.

You pull away from the kiss, but remain inside her. She grunts in disappointment and gropes for your body, eyelids opening slightly. There's a knock on her door.

"Uhm. Claire? Are you alright?", an uncertain female voice sounds through the door. "There was... uhm... a lot of screaming and I know you said not to come in when you were making those noises but there really was an awful lot of screaming and I wanted to... uhm... are you alright?"

"fugoffff..." mumbles Claire, and pushes her ass back a bit more. You twitch inside her and she gives a weak, tired grin.

"Claire? Hello? I'm coming in Claire"

The handle turns and the door opens a fraction, a face wracked with worry and concern framed in long blonde hair poking in. Her eyes go wide at what she sees.

"Claire!", the door wrenches open completely, and a woman in a sensible knit pink cardigan wearing a gold crucifix necklace rushes in. She's probably your age as well, maybe a bit older even, but she seems somehow younger.

Claire doesn't care about her visitor, content to slowly grind herself against you, making her ass wiggle in the air back in her bedroom. "getefugout Hans mbusy" is all she spares the distressed blonde.

"It's Hannelore, and no you're not! You're... you're something, and you're going to break your neck lying like that!". Hannelore is pacing back and forth by the bed trying to figure out where would be the least indecent place to touch her friend. "Should I call a doctor? Are you on any meds?"

You can feel Claire's frustration overtaking her post-orgasmic bliss. It's old, and deeply associated with this woman. Hannelore has a history of overreacting. "Hans, jst... just clm defug down" she slurs, "mfine".

"You're addicted! This is exactly like what they said, if you touch yourself you get addicted and you lose yourself to sin, and that's what's happening! The devil is in you Claire!"

Claire's grin returns and she reaches up on her toes to buck her ass towards you. "i don't mind"

"Oh Lord, help Claire in her time of need", Hannelore kneels down by the bed and grabs a **** Claire's hand. "Pray with me Claire! We can beat this together!"

You're still embedded deep in Claire's pussy, erection showing no sign of going down. Instead your mind starts going to sinful places, to fantasies you don't recognize. Of Hannelore in a pillory, naked, obscene words written on her forehead, and a line of men behind her doing... something to her behind. It's confusing. Like you're having a sex dream but without really knowing how sex works. A woman who looks a lot like Claire is standing naked in front of her, pouring milk over her head.

This is very strange. You shake your head and come back to your normal lusts and urges. Hannelore is holding Claire's hand and her crucifix in both of hers, mumbling something about repentance and the power of faith.

There's something with Claire's hand... something you did instinctively... You take a closer look and notice that a small patch of skin that touches Hannelore is the black purple of the QEBP.

Oh.