She Can't...

“I… I… I…” Terryl stammered trying to avert her gaze from her daughters, feeling the chain growing lax, their restraint allowing Terryl’s limbs to slump down form the cross, eventually they grew lack enough that the sobbing mother was able to drop to her knees.

“Well mom?” Emi asked impatiently, cupping a rocking tit as the chanting from her sisters grew incoherent with soft moans of pleasure.

“I…. just… can’t…” Terryl sobbed, trying to avert gazing up at her lewd daughter, shaking her head as the slightest glance at Emi’s slightly spread legs conjured memories of how she would have gladly down in to lapp at that pussy under the corrupt influence she now yearned to take control of her.

To ease the thoughts, the burden, the concern.

Terryl gasped out, the breath escaping her suddenly with a forcefully exhaled gasp of pleasure. Terryl knew the sensation, but this was different. This wasn’t just the feel of some cock suddenly thrusting into her.

This was something different, larger, warmer. Terryl dared not to gaze down as she looked up at Emi wide eyed, corrupt whispers from her memory of being penetrated by that demon in the building where Emi lived. It was the closest thing she could think, Emi smirking with smug evil relish as Terryl gasped breathlessly again, paralyzed by the double penetration from looking away from her daughter.

“This realm. It is our God. Fully, wholly, everywhere, everything. We are as within it, as it has been within us.” Emi remarked, enjoying as her mother began to grunt, and pant in realization that she was being unwillingly fucked by something that manifested out of the very void she was immersed in.

As Terryl adjust to the feel of the pentrations, and the growing rhythym of their thrusts she began to question how she hadn’t noticed it… The tendril’s reaching up from the formless void into he daughter’s pussy and ass before her.

“You just can’t what?” Emi mockingly asked reaching outwards and cupping her mother’s cheek, and chin affectionately. Emi panted slightly with the gentle rock of her body forward and back before her mother. “The Idol already knows, the most secret thoughts are laid bare to it here, but it needs your confession, not just willing surrender and acquiescence.” Emi moaned and quivered after finishing her sentence, the obvious pleasure she was feeling clearly culminating for a moment.

The fucking stopped for a moment, Terryl trembled as she felt the penetration just hold still withing her. The chains were lax still, she debated rocking forwards and back, resisting the urge unsure of if she should, and deeply concerned by the fact she could.

The fact she wanted to keep the fucking going.

Breathing a deep, staggered, trembling breath Terryl looked straight up into her daughter’s changed eyes. “I just… can’t…” No, that didn’t feel right, Terryl paused for a moment, she was asked to confess. She took a moment to truly think of her honest response. “Couldn’t…” Terryl gasped and trembled with a deep breath as she felt the slightest pull of the cocks from deep within her. “Couldn’t,” Terryl repeatedly, more confident, and assured. She could feel it swelling up inside her.

A proverbial biblical flood coming to wash away all the morals, concerns, and worries within her. “abandon, my. Family.” Terryl screamed out in sudden and unexpected orgasm, her body trembled and she felt herself broken for a moment as the cocks twitched within her unleashing a flood of warmth before resuming a steady pace of pounding into her body.

“We know.” Emi responded grinning broadly in malevolent joy. “That’s why you had to be last.” Emi whispered into Terryl’s ear as her mother began moaning and panting like the steadily fucking slut she currently was.

Those words, that revelation, it broke what was left of Terryl’s mind. She truly could have saved them, at least one of them, so it took each daughter before her, to assure her.

There was no other path.

“Take my breast, and nurse from it. For it is the milk of our covenant, to nourish, change, and perfect us. For life ever after.” Emi remarked shifting closer to her mother and guiding Terryl’s lips to her chest.

Terryl fumbled to take the nipple into her mouth, and questioned suckling at the first beads of milk drizzled between her lips.

“And take its flesh into you, openly. Let it become part of you and change you. For life ever after as my sister of desecration, and my daughter of corruption.” Emi’s words somehow came clearly to Terryl’s ears over the cacophony of her daughters, soon to be sisters being fucked.

Suckling hard, and drinking heavily upon Emi’s nectar Terryl almost paused a moment to question just when her resistance had ended, the only words to escape her lips as the tit was pulled free from her mouth. “Fuck me… Fuuck me… Oh GAWD FUCK ME!”

Terryl screamed out in pleasure, collapsing onto all fours before Emi as the cocks fucking her pounded relentlessly into her, a shadowy ethereal form taking shape from the void behind Terryl, large claws grabbing hold of her hips to pull and push her back and forth atop its double cocks like the sex toy she now lived to be.

Emi’s tail whipped around, its phallic head soon welcomed, muffling the raving rants and declarations as Terryl’s tongue was put to better use, silver grey roots advancing upon the sandy blond frenzy of hair Terryl usually kept so neatly brushed.

Terryl’s head rolled, and lolled pleasurably with the phallus between her lips, now golden eyes with glowing green irises gazing perversely at the mother of her corruption.

Look what you made me do, Terryl thought. Look at the depraved depths you have driven me to delve, thank you for freeing me.

With that last thought her faith was relinquished.

Terryl felt the sway of her breast beneath her heave, and grow, she could feel the strength of her grip, the penetration of her claws into whatever passed for ground here as she further locked her body in place for the rigorous fuck. Her skin tone, stayed strangely unchanged, as youth over took its wear, and eroded her aging.

As straight ivory horns emerged and curled back across her scalp Terryl begged, and pleaded in her mind, and with incoherent moans for more, for the changes to hurry, for her to finally truly serve something that truly rewarded her. Fully, and completely.

As Terryl’s tail grew it segmented into shiny black sections ending in a red heart shaped scorpion like phallic tip. It’s glossy surface only outdone by the black feathered wings stretching out for the first time.

As the bright, baby blue flames flickered to life in her halo Terryl pulled Emi’s tail from her mouth screaming out in triumph and orgasmic release, as her new true name seemed to be whispered to her upon the wind.

With that moment the darkness dispersed, the revelation, and realization that she now stood where the conduit through which she’d been flung had collapsed from being a strange melancholy resonated within her as she gazed about the room.

She felt a need, to truly link this world to that of the Idol’s.

Gazing about the room she saw the assorted followers recovering from the ceremony. Each of her corrupted, and now demonic daughters. Her sisters.

“You feel that?” Terryl asked the room, 5 heads nodding in agreement as Emi simply gazed about her fellow pure blood demons and smirked.

“Thy will be done, on Earth. As it is in Oblivion.” Emi remarked, gazing upon her hands as they seemed to shimmer and shift, the last restraints of demonic abilities lifted with her ascension as Emi reverted to looking very much like the cute little nerd she had been when she first started upon this path.