They Don't Agree

“YES!” The enthusiastic scream bridged ecstasy with **** need. The was no doubt or **** to the cry. William looked to his wife, thinking of only one other time he had heard such resolution… They day they got engaged. Some doubt about the years of happiness emerged in William's mind.

He couldn't. While never truly a devout follower, William had been raised in a Catholic household, and fucking atop of him was a literal devil.

He had never believed in the devil, he didn't think that such a literal incarnation of evil could be real… And for that he had left the door open for that evil to come in. His mind raced with concern and what to do.

Submit. Join them. He couldn't condemn his ever lasting soul. He could repent!

Turning to his wife he frowned, she shamelessly rocked back and forth with the tail fucking her, E cup breasts swinging hypnotically underneath her with every thrust, her previously glistening blushing skin growing brighter and redder. Margaret's fingers tore into the mattress, as her claws grew allowing her hands to clench into it.

But the most disturbing thing for William was when she looked to him, her pink tongue hanging out like some lurid beast panting in the heat of a summer sun. The end of it forked like the Devil she was joining. Short black hook like horns sprouted from her temples, while her eyes. They disturbed him the most. The sky blue hue of the woman he married was gone, the windows to her soul glowing bright green.

“Come on dear, let us save you from your suffering.” The hell bound harlot that was Margaret panted, “You need to fee…. EEELLL… The… Chan….Ges…” Her smile showed no affection, just malevolent joy in her path to oblivion, an oblivion of physical pleasure.

William found his resolution, he struggled to get Eva off of him. It was short lived.

With one outstretched arm of demonically enhanced strength Eva casually held him down by the center of his chest. Margaret crawled over top of him and began pinning his shoulders for her beloved maker.

“May I dearest?” How many times William had heard those caring words offer him assistance, looking to his wife his eyes welled up with tears. So many hard times, those casual words had helped pull them through.

But they weren't offered to him.

Margaret was gazing over her shoulder affectionately to Eva, happy to see the orgasm that her offering her soul up had wrought in her corruptor.

“Go ahead, we have so many others to meet.” Eva replied as she ground her hips around in a circle on William's enhanced cock.

“Dear, they say marriage is grand.” Margaret began, cruelly playful in her tone. “Divorce is twenty grand. But **** do us part the survivor gets it all.” Margaret chuckled in amusement at her poor **** husband, so conservative. Too often afraid to try new things, that was the end of him. “She offered to save you, but you kept your soul to yourself. So now… Well now we have to take it.”

Margaret pinned William's forehead down and **** a tongue filled kiss on him.

William was suddenly feeling weak, he could feel almost like he was cumming… But there was no pleasure to it… More like his cock was being vacuumed through like a straw.

As William's soul was harvested for the Idol his body began to wrinkle and break down. His form gradually collapsing into a pile of desecrated dust.

The two succubi kissed passionately, the **** not hampering either of their moods for a moment. Kissing passionately they pawed at each other's bodies.

“Welcome to perfection." Eva mewed as she got up off the bed with only one thought in mind. “Is there anyone else here to fuck?”