Margosha Succumbs To Influences

Margosha blinked in shock as she felt the cum spray upon her face, Gia let out a long satisfied deep breath, her pale skin flush, hands twisting her newly pierced nipples.

Margosha wondered what just happened, looking down before her an elaborate series of occult geometry was laid out, “Devotion" was matched at each end of intersecting points by another symbol. Questioning how or if she’d done the ink Margosha glanced to a clock.

Her tongue felt dry, and sore from use.

“Its looking great, now how about some colour, as if its glowing.” Gia panted, her body language making Margosha question if it was cum squirted across her face. No, how could that have happened?

Licking her lips she tasted something she couldn’t quite place, but strangely craved more of. As the needle buzzed and touched back down to flesh.

Margosha felt her mind grow hazy, flashes of adding detail and more to the pattern, a wiccan like invocation, the feel of her lips on Gia’s pussy.

Each felt like a true real memory, disjointed, and incompatible with the void of puzzle pieces to connect them.

It was 8pm at night. Margosha’s body ached strangely, and her eyes examined the finished work.

Gia groaned happily brushing a hand across her body, her pussy glistening, her skin flush all over.

Across the skin of Gia’s mons the geometry combined beyond just circles, pentagrams, and detailed runes. Strangely Margosha could read the archaic symbols as plain as any English text. Devotion, Desire, Dream, Pleasure, Reward.

As Margosha removed the gloves and realized the rush and high buzzing through her from the marathon of work she felt. A craving to bury her face between these spread legs, to pull that ass and feel its fullness squish in her palms, to worship Gia’s body with envy sexually.

Worse still Margosha realized how wet she was, how aroused she felt, how strangely and urgently horny she felt. Margosha’s breathing slowly grew heavier, as conscious thought and recognition seemed to sit still, stunned before the snowballing avalanche of desire to start fingering herself right here. Right now.

Margosha felt frozen. Watching as Gia sat up and smiled pleasantly at Margosha. “Yes, that look. That look right there….” Gia moaned as she began fingering her pussy staring down at Margosha wantonly. “Keep staring…. Keep those hungry eyes on me…”

Margosha watched, transfixed and growing ever more aroused as Gia masturbated before her. The tremble and quake of Gia’s large natural breasts, the sound, smell and look of her wet pussy as two fingers slid in and out, wiggling around in a swirl and stroking the clit with practiced expert motion.

Margosha kept entranced, eyes dilated, mouth slowly falling more and more ajar. Margosha licked her teeth and lips, her mind struggling to comprehend sudden desires and wants as she watched Gia frig herself ever closer to climax.

The air seemed to ripple for a moment around the hand as Gia bit her lip and channeled her own corrupting energies into her own body. Smiling as she delighted in the thought of increasing her potency, thinking about how much stronger she felt her connection to the pool and the eldritch like God beyond it since the tattoo work had been completed.

Then she saw it, their first communion. Gia felt her body spasm and orgasm stronger than every before. Her mind locked on the vision of the tentacle demon as it fucked Emi, her sisters, and mother beyond human comprehension.

Gia was ecstatic, seeing their demonizing bodies, feeling her body awash in revelation that there was truth to everything Jennifer had told them. Gia felt reaffirmed in her corrupted faith, delighting in the promises that she too was on a path to such enlightenment.

As Gia came back to her senses and afterglow lying in the tattoo parlour she breathed heavily, slowly becoming aware of the timid tongue slowly trailing up her leg.

Margosha’s face and frenzied hair were wet in the juices of Gia’s orgasms. As Gia had squirted for what felt like a while Margosha’s initial shock and disgust had turned to eager receivership of the corrupted sexual fluids.

As Gia seemed to collapse and black out, Margosha did what only felt natural.

As she licked between Gia’s legs she felt a strange devotion, her tongue, and sparingly touching hands delicately keeping clear of Gia’s labia and the pussy beneath. As Margosha gazed timidly, with needy eyes up at the awakened woman she felt a strange compulsion to ask for consent.

To lick the juices straight from their source.

The deep, loud dong of a church bell beckoned out in the room. Tolling once, twice, three… As Gia dismissed the alarm on her phone she looked down on her friend, feeling new need to spread the Idol’s touch and corruption.

“Call me when its safe to get more work done tomorrow.” Gia instructed, stroking a hand affectionately through the wet hair, and down a pussy juice glazed cheek. “Unfortunately, I have a party to get to.”