Why Not...

“Why not?” The husky sultry words hung promise and reward in the dark perversions of Katie’s mind.

Isn’t this what you want? To be the sluttiest most depraved in your family?

Katie some how resisted purring at the idea, her soul somehow defying odds and advancing against the corrupt desires and submission of her mind.

“OH YE…” The sudden climax momentarily played free of Katie’s mouth before growing muffled beneath the waiting tail. Luke's tongue had strummed her clit just perfectly to give Heather her opening, one where Katie’s shock and surprised look quickly melted into delight.

Luke sucked the pussy lips tight between his lips, his tongue feeling strangely swollen as his changes advanced further. He wanted to cum so bad, unable to answer the reason part of him desired not to. He couldn’t perceive his new stature, 10' of muscle bound height, his skin having grown thick and armored like a rhinoceros.

And a cock with the girth of a baseball bat, 20" long.

His hands gently gripped Katie’s hips, holding her steady atop his face as she increasingly ground and bounced on his tongue, her mind twisting between perverse delight at sucking on her sister’s dick tipped tail, large C cup breasts clamped around its length to tits fuck it by Heather, and the strange dick like penetrations of Luke’s tongue into her.

“There’s a worthy slut.” Heather mewed, amused by the obvious struggle going on within Katie as the Idol’s corruption was reinforced. “Now just give up that soul.” Heather loudly whispered over the cries of delight resonating in place of music about the room.

Give up soul… The words felt blunt, crude and brutish. Unappealing to Luke’s mind as he felt his cock twitch and try to spasm is release. God what I wouldn’t do to cum in this bitch, he thought.

Give up my soul. The statement felt more natural, even native in Luke’s mind, the mythical creature he was being twisted into refining in attribute as Luke cried out into Katie’s pussy.

Katie stiffened atop his mouth, her body seeming to tremble and spasm. Luke could barely see past her perfect reddened ass atop his face, his mind grabbing eagerly at the perverse words spilling from Heather’s lips.

Katie struggled to swallow, to breath, to just spit it all out, her lips somehow resistant to releasing their seal around the phallic tail that held her face skyward. Katie could feel the pressure break the seal in sputters and squirts, as she struggled with the strange perverse delight at drowning in cum, as oxygen starved euphoria made her question not exploring a **** fetish sooner.

“Swallow it like a proper cum hungry slut.” Heather’s words were no longer keeping their tone of alluring affection, her mind changing tactics with cold authorative direction. “You want this, you’ve always enjoyed the frivolous vanilla fuck.”

Katie spasmed and squirmed, her mental struggle with just what she was doing, resisting against displacement by the twisted joy of the act. The sensation of her demonic sister’s tongue cleaning the dribbling cum that had come free from Katie’s lips.

“Swallow, keep going.” Heather’s words directed, one clawed hand holding Katie’s disheveled black hair to keep her face tilted up, as the other twisted her nipples, each glug or reflexive gasp of pleasure making space for the cum she had yet to swallow to sink into her body.

“Now here’s how its going to go down…” Heather’s words were like gasoline on the corruption fueled fires burning the sanctuary of Katie’s soul. Her mind embracing them even as her faultering humanity and soul raised objection.