Tiffany Checks on Anthony

“Watch the counter now, I'm going to go check on Anthony,” Tiffany stated receiving a knowing nod from Sue as she held Karl's face tight to her mons.

Stepping into the back room Tiffany gazed about the now ransacked area. Furniture knocked over, papers flung everywhere. Anthony hadn't responded well to what Tiffany had shared. Where Karl and Sue had embraced their temptations and growing desires, cultivating each new depraved act in their corruption. Anthony grew more withdrawn and animalistic as instinct took further hold.

Pausing to vainly admire the changes in the mirror she had molested Sue with that demon, Tiffany bared her skin.

She loved her raven hair, curling slightly as it transitioned from black to an iridescent green. Licking her lips she paused, protruding her red elongated forked tongue. She could taste the scent of Anthony's masturbation, she hungered for his cock as she withdrew it back between her currently purple lips.

Fondling her sensitive now double d breasts she tweaked a nipple wondering how to conjure the girl in the mirror. She could hear the whispers of the Idol enticing her further along, promising her that she had yet to truly feel the pleasure it promised.

Seeing some movement in the mirror her gaze noticed Anthony. He stroked his cock rigorously, breathing heavy as if he were stalking prey.

Pity this man. His beliefs hide him beneath his instinct.

The words came with an instant comprehension for Tiffany, she almost felt sadness for him. But slowly her emotional capabilities were failing. Her corruption already remolding them to suit her increasingly slutty persona, and the Idol's needs.

“Poor Anthony, such a good proper Italian boy. Devout and superstitious to a fault.” Tiffany remarked turning to gaze towards the figure clustered between toppled filing cabinets, masturbating. “You’re hiding in the back of your mind, scared of the sins you want to commit.”

Cupping a breast, and fingering herself Tiffany delighted in what the Idol was sharing with her, promising her. “But your subconscious, he’s a bad boy. Primal, animalistic. Full of dark thoughts, and desires.” Approaching the glaring curled up form of Anthony, Tiffany turned around, bent over, and displayed her rear for entry.

“Come on, I consent. Fully, unrelentingly. Whatever you can do to satisfy your kinkiest desires.” Tiffany palmed and pressed her breasts together, moaning wantonly. “I want you to do. To me.”

Tiffany knew she was luring little more than a primal beast at this point, but she needed too. She needed another soul to finish the seductive transmutation the Idol put on offer, she could already see the form it promised in the mirror.

Tiffany pressed herself against it, licking her reflection. Admiring the seductive body, the shifting hair, the serpentine eyes.

Leaning against the wall Tiffany stared at the now current reflection of herself, masturbating rigorously while swaying her ass back and forth wishing for Anthony to not keep her waiting.