The Reception is Consummated

As the bride and groom launched themselves into the chaotic room, they landed on individuals each sensed were fleeing.

Heather raked the clothes free of one man, she couldn’t remember who he was. It didn’t matter, at her tongue teased his ears and his body relaxed she knew he was hers. His date rushed back in a panic, throwing Heather from atop of him, as she struggled to help him up she soon found him fondling her, Heather sandwiching her against him as she tackled them both back to the ground. Heather's tail felt the moist arousal of her pussy.

Jason kneeled atop a coworker’s shoulders, pinning him helplessly to the floor as a more willing guest sucked the incubus’s cock, moaning as she was fucked by its tail, eager to cum swap with the struggling guest pinned beneath.

Some perverse souls surrendered to the sexual thoughts and temptations that had been slowly swirling around them, varying degrees of corruption and influence weighing on each soul differently.

The DJ screamed in delight as she yearned for her soul to finally be parting ways with her body. Kelly fingering the transfigured woman aggressively, the scales trimming her body maintaining their shimmer as her skin grew a deep blue, gills developing along her neck as the newly minted siren began to take shape. Hearing her calling Dani cried out to the room with an even more potent grasp on the audience’s wills.

As the scream of ecstasy lullabied its way into the heart of receptive souls any remnant of clothing was being ripped off. The paltry passive seductions of song on the dance floor meager in scale compared to the dozen or so people under Dani's spell now, each one targeting someone who wasn't already under her sway, casting the Idol's net.

As the sexual assaults cascaded out from those willingly submitting themselves to the pull of the Idol on their minds and bodies people started to finally exit. Some emboldened even further by the transformations manifesting in the midst of the crowd.

Some like Kelly had been lurking, waiting for their chance to show their reborn selves and embody the promise of pleasure provided in covenant for the offering of souls.

At the bar, drinks were no longer on order as the bartenders offered themselves up for consumption, hands, lips, cocks, tits and pussies all taking turns in mouths, hands and intercourse.

Katy stepped out into the path of one surging group storming out the ballrooms double doors, smiling devilishly she seductively commented, “Say cheese.” Screaming in orgasmic delight as her opal flashed, her soul stealing consuming large portions of the souls trying to escape, some falling to the ground gasping in climactic pleasure before tripping others fleeing past to sexually exploit, driven further forward as the now masturbating demoness captured even more of their souls for her gallery.

Bursting into the kitchen Carlos never stopped to wonder where the wait staff or kitchen staff were, at least not until Jessie's trunk scooped him up as he turned a corner, her hands quickly ripped his pants free and rammed a tusk into his ass as the few kitchen staff she allowed to transform into were-elephants emerged from their hiding to herd the people in the kitchen into being trapped between them and the ballroom they had fled.

In the ground floor hallways the crowd scattered in every direction they could.

In one corridor as the first guests rushed through, brushing past Sorcha, Annie, Liam and Vicky the impending threat was unseen.

Slowly they reached out, flaring to life igniting and burning the clothes off of those who dared wander their way. As some guests fell to the spiritual flames, touching themselves in depravity and pleasure, others reached out to grab other guests within reach, pulling them down in desperation to take actions to relieve their very souls from their burning torments. Vicky laughed in evil delight, setting one such hindered guest a flame, pulling them to her teat for a deeper taste of her flame before she began to disperse across the skins of her victims.

Quickly the fire elementals gave little sign of their human forms, spreading out as a wall of flames touching everyone they could all over to their own delight.

Towards the lobby the concierge dropped his glamour, stomping his hooved feet upon the floor he bellowed loudly pausing the thinned approaching crowd, reaching a hand out to the nearby glass it turned opaque, and spread forth along the outer wall, doors vanishing in its wake. Glass shifted to marble, the minotaurs touch reaching out through possessed walls to ensnare their guests remained in a labyrinth of their own damnation.

Sherry tried to redirect towards the front desk, panicking only for a moment after bumping into a poorly placed statue. She had little chance to perceive what had happened as her own body grew stiff with petrification, Tiffany slowly sauntered forth, admiring her growing sculpture collection, wondering which one's might reshape and break free into the phallic legions, or other gorgons, and which strong willed statues might be left to deteriorate under the Idol's corruption.

Outside where some of the increasingly diminished crowd attempted to flee a new terror struck, in the surface parking lot like the gardens some guests stalled in terror, wide eyed by the wolf like creatures that had already tackled the first to exit to the ground, cries of terror and objection eroding away past simple acquiescence into enthused cries for more as the predators moved to catch other less willing prey.

As the last of the panicked crowd fled the reception the bride screamed in delight gazing across at the groom. The Idol whispering to her of how no guest would be spared. Even though more than easily half the room had escaped its initial hold.

All those souls were theirs.