The Idol Takes Shelly

Shelly gasped in orgasmic bliss slinking to the floor as the bride paraded up to the head table. Shelly pawed at her body, her skin feeling a flame with pleasure as her corrupted uniform just sort of fell away, leaving the long blonde haired bartender naked and ecstatic, feeling relieved to be free to sit there basking in her nude glory cupping her pert now B cup breasts and rubbing her clit.

Feeling the tusk shifting, and transforming Shelly rolled over clenching at the carpet, her screams of pleasure drowned out by the bride and groom addressing their audience.

Shelly could feel the urgency, another mind thinking in her head, growing distant as she felt her sex toy withdraw.

As she panted in euphoric bliss on the floor the now black tusk she was given withdrew from her ass, the length growing and shifting in texture as if it were a line of beads, the final one snagging as the other end began extracting from her pussy.

Bulging wider as it pulled out Shelly moaned incoherently, feeling her soul slowly being sapped away, condemned by her own cooperation, in turn fueling the tusk into manifesting her new darkness. As the thorax of the giant scorpion finished emerging from Shelly's snatch it popped its stinger free of her anus like some gratuitously large anal bead.

As Shelly collapsed to the floor on her stomach panting in delight, she soon resumed moaning as she felt the scorpion scale up her ass.

Shelly lay helplessly paralyzed in her arousal at the creature she had birthed through her complacent obedience to the Idol positioned itself to lay final claim to her sin burdened soul.

Shelly cried out painfully as she felt the six legs impale into her, feeling each one fuse into her body, the internal bleeding caused by its sudden strike dealing a fatal blow to Shelly's mortality. Its tail hooked up stabbing between her shoulder blades, injecting her with its potent sexual venom prompting Shelly to scream out in orgasmic bliss furiously moving to masturbate. Rocking back and forth on the floor in the process.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her body burned in pleasurable electrical surges, her three fingers in her pussy grinding across her clit were not enough. Her mouth watered for something to lick or suck on, her nipples were painfully erect crying to be attended to in any manner.

She needed to be fucked so badly, she wanted to cum so eagerly, she was done watching and being reserved. She wanted the pleasure and bliss of David, Erin, and all the perverted customers she had been corrupting all night, drink by drink.

Gasping suddenly she fell limp and silent.

With sudden life Shelly broke out in laughters of delight. Shelly felt her mind merge with that of the tusks creation. They were one. She grinned broadly, amused by her foolishness at resisting the Idol's offerings as she felt her scorpion tail flex back and forth. Her eyelids opened to orbs of black, a far contrast from her still pale skin and light blonde hair.

She gazed back over her should to admire her tail's heart shaped end, its dick like tip glistening with a dollop of her venom, the actual stinger retracted safely. Shelly smiled, amused by the thought of just casually dropping people in crowded places in euphoric bliss, their hearts pounding as they eagerly strived to cum.

Standing up she kept her tail hanging low, sauntering out into the entranced crowd, eager to feel her first strikes, and the ensuing depraved acts.