They All Meet Their Fates...

Glancing around Allen groaned in pleasure as he tried to unload deep in Jackie’s pussy. His eyes met for a moment with the naked observer looking as if fully aware of what he was doing beneath the sight line of the machines.

Pushing forward Allen lost himself, thrusting back and forth as much for the pleasure, as the thought of sheathing his cock in the naked woman on the machine.

“That’s it bitch, reach that tongue DEEP..er..” Clarie moaned noticing through half lidded eyes Allen’s drifted gaze. “You can cum in her too…” Clarie offered him.

Clarie's words drew Allen’s gaze back to the cotton candy pink succubus with her pussy parked atop Jackie’s face. “You just have to cum in her first.” Clarie added, amplifying the sounds of pleasure and squirms of delight by toying with the teal skinned woman’s clit.

Thrusting harder Allen felt himself nearing the release of the pent up pressure in his cock and balls, his lips happily meeting with Clarie’s as she leaned up to mash hers into his and whisper in his ear.

“You just need to be willing to give everything to cum in us all.” Seeing over Allen’s shoulder a new dark arousal passed through Clarie.

The cinder block wall looked more like root penetrated stone, the delicate pale tendrils actively spreading as if some time lapsed video of a seed growing. Similar tendrils now stretched out of the washing machines, some already reaching towards the threesome.

At first Allen tried to ignore the pangs of pain as if his feet had been walking on gravel. The corrupted foam and waters having dissolved any hindrance to seeping into his skin.

Groaning as the pain suddenly surged Allen didn’t have a chance to glance at the source, finding a sudden second wind and urge to fuck the teal skinned woman sprawled out in missionary beneath him harder, faster.

Allen felt his body act seemingly more on impulse and less with cognitive thought, the beast of Astagoth slowly absorbing the man’s nervous system into an extension of its own.

With new eyes the blindly sprawling tentacles probing the room moved with greater purpose. Many seemingly melting into the floors and walls, a shiny marble like veneer left in their passing, others wove and merged together.

“YES!” Clarie declared before her sounds became incoherent, her body soon slung from the ceiling, mouth, pussy, and ass all filled as the beast tried to alleviate the tortured existence of being through its one purpose. Fucking.

Jackie arched her back and gagged, her wrists bound down to the floor, a tentacle snaked up along her chin and into her mouth pleasure glazed eyes distant as Jackie struggled to suck the tendril as much as she sought the have it fuck her.

Rearing up Allen felt the pleasurable release of his cocks into Jackie’s pussy and ass, his mind barely able to question when he had grown and inserted another cock before he felt his torso stretch across the room, reaching ever closer to Penn as its perspective seemed to shrink.

Allen felt his stiffening lips pucker hungrily, seeking the most pussy being played with between Penn's, tanned legs.

Allen’s vision was growing distored and dark, his shoulders feeling tighter and stiffer, as he finally snaked within reach of Penn his last thoughts were a realization of what had happened, his soul absorbed by Dion and offered up to the Beast of Astaroth's hell bound ruler.