Stacy's dark destiny unfolds

Stacy let out a long throaty moan of ecstasy as she felt Arman’s huge cock slide slowly into her tight young pussy. So much more filling than her boyfriend’s cute little cock. But Chris was still just a boy. Arman Varko was a man!

Thanks to her oily coating there was little friction as his thick, veined shaft slid into her bit by bit, until all 12 of his magnificent inches were buried within her.

The hands holding her arms and ankles now let go, as it was clear that she would no longer resist. She reached down and clutched his muscular back as he thrust deeply into her. Her legs scissored across his, as she tried to draw more of his wonderful thick hardness into herself.

At this, the surrounding figures dropped their robes, and Stacy looked around the room as the collection of naked men and women began to engage in orgiastic revelries, smearing themselves in oil and assuming various sex positions, just like in the illustrations. All the while, they kept up their chanting in some unknown language.

Her attention returned to Arman, who now rose up on his arms and drew his huge cock out of her. She felt a terrible sense of emptiness for a moment, then felt happy again as he took hold of her and picked her up, flipped her over and placed her on all fours before him. Then she felt the wonderful bulb of his cock tip pressing back into her hungry pussy from behind.

Arman himself began to chant in a deep authoritative voice as he fucked the young American woman doggy-style. Her own gasps and moans rose to meet his as she savored the first real fucking of her life. The older man had unleashed dark passions within her that her nice young boyfriend never could, and she snarled with wicked lust as she humped back to meet each thrust.

She also drank in the carnal sights which were happening all around her, as the parade of oily bodies performed an orgiastic carnival of lust. She was the centerpiece of a living recreation of the illustrations in the book, and she loved it.

Unseen by her, Arman’s face contorted into a bestial snarl. His eyes widened and transformed, the irises changing from round and blue to slitted and yellow. His canine teeth grew long and sharp. Horns sprouted from his forehead and grew long and curled. His tongue stretched out of his mouth and became long and forked. He leaned down and licked the young woman’s back with it, and she shivered with pleasure.

The chanting and thrusting suddenly quickened as Arman’s fucking became more frantic and Stacy’s pleasure began to reach fever-pitch. Pulling her up by her flowing hair, he leaned down and yelled in her ear as she felt his body tense. “Take the Dark One’s seed, WHOOOOORE!”

Stacy looked to her side and saw the demonic face grinning next to hers. Her mind exploded with terror as her body exploded with pleasure. She experienced her first true orgasm as demon-Arman’s cock erupted deep inside her, pumping her full of hot demon cum.

Arman roared as his own orgasm swept through him, then felt the waves of pleasure subside, as his cock spurted the last of its load into the panting young woman, who slumped onto her belly. Her eyes closed and consciousness left her but her body continued to twitch and spasm, racked by the aftershocks of the titanic orgasm.

Arman felt a great sense of fulfilment. His handsome face was normal again and he panted as a smile crossed his face. He knew the rite had succeeded and the Dark One’s seed had been planted.

But this would be no ordinary pregnancy. The seed would germinate within Stacy Walker and change her very soul. She herself would grow into the Dark One’s spawn. Her sweet young soul would slowly become dark and twisted and she would become a succubus, an Earth-bound demon seductress, who would revel in depravity and seduce others into her ranks.

Thanks to the drugged wine, Stacy would remember little of this. She would recall that she drank too much wine at the meal and the rest of the evening would be a blank, save for some of the most intensely erotic dreams she’d ever known.

But in time, as her soul became slowly corrupted, she would come to understand her true nature and would remember that it was Arman Varko and his coven who had given her this unholy gift!

She might even be helped by her mother in this, if his suspicions about her were correct. Her prim and proper exterior belied her true nature, he was sure of it. He could sense it as a wolf senses its prey. If all was going to plan, Zoltan was putting his Master’s theories to the test even now…