Why not?

Everyone else is doing it.

Rachel is likely doing it.

Seeing the depraved acts around him Terry felt his cock grow more rigid and beckon for more attentions.

He could sense the growing perversions around him, in him.

Fiona was nearby with Jean. They had come out after Siobhan, she was supposed to drive them all home tonight. Now she was being fucked by her brother as Jean and Fiona shared John’s cock with her. The more depraved the act the more desirable the commiter Terry concluded. He could feel it, the dark, depraved, perversions being fostered within him, within everyone. Their harvests rating the crop for corruption worth keeping, or absorption.

Or so he thought, having never actually met those relations of Rachel. The corruption simply imprinting his mind with knowledge, granting him insight to see if he might prove worth redeeming.

Terry gasped in relief as he felt his cock sheath within Bernadette.

“Mmm… What took you so long…” Bernadette purred as Terry’s mind became overwritten by desire, and relief at the wondrous warm pussy gripping him.

Terry felt like he was forgetting something. It couldn’t be relevant he dismissed the thoughts and instincts his soul was pulling in to reinforce and save them.

It tried to remind him Rachel wouldn’t agree to this.

All recollections of Rachel’s objections was then gone.

It tried to remind him that sleeping with your dates family was immoral.

That’s what made it so good, his perverting mind responded.

It tried to remind him there was more to relationships than just sex.

Increasingly the thoughts not associated with sex grew absent.

Terry grunted hammering into Bernadette, he didn’t dare cry out in pleasure over her. She owned him, she got to go first.

Bernadette relished the feel of Terry’s cock, each thrust feeling better than the last as she knowingly embraced the swelling corrupting shaft within.

Collapsing onto her heavy breasts she delighted in rolling across them, feeling her corrupting nectar oozing out into the carpet below her as thoughts of nourishing her daughter and granddaughter brought new arousing revelation to her mind.

“GIVE IT TO ME!” Bernadette cried demandingly, rolling her eyes back and hefting her back into an arch as she answered the Idol’s call for her soul.

With a scream bordering terror and ecstasy black bat wings ripped free of Bernadette’s back, a whip like phallic tail dragging up Terry’s torso as it grew its length before wrapping around his neck and **** him slightly.

“GIVE IT TO ME!” Bernadette called out more aggressively and ominously rocking back and forth on Terry’s dick with new found intent to harvest his soul as his skin seemed to grow paler, and his features dullened. Almost as if he was fading away.

“I… I… I… can….can't…” Terry gasped, tears starting to stream from his eyes as his conscience and soul found new ground to stand on and fortify against the Idol’s corruption.

Pulling him away and casting him aside Bernadette stood up and looked down on him with a frown. “You really do love her.” Bernadette uttered with disdain and disappointment. “Pity, that means you’ll just have to watch.”

With superhuman strength she hefted him to his feet as if some child, then promptly grabbing his cock to lead him by the proverbial leash.

After all, she still had family to see.