With Fear of Losing Them

Sudden dread and sober real world realization froze Monica to her core. What had she done!? As her mind raced through all her corrupt acts, she struggled in disbelief against them all, while questioning just how could she.

Monica wondered where had she put her faith.

“NNnoooo!” Monica moaned in pleasure, biting her lip as she admonished herself mentally for lying.

Monica felt her fear building, abject terror as she admitted to herself the simple peace of mind she had been given in the absence of her soulful hesitations.

Then we will leave you.

With that statement Monica felt herself suddenly alone, in the dark abyss, falling rampantly as a victim to her own insecurities.

Monica sobbed.

Then cried.

The screamed out in frustration and aggravation into the empty echoing inky void all around her.

Why was she being left to suffer? Some trial of faith? Some previously unknown trial that she had been deprived of awareness until gifted what she lacked by a darker power.

“Oh God…. What have we done…” Monica sobbed as she now soberly recalled all her depraved corrupt sexual acts.

How she helped create the baptismal pool that she, her sisters, and mother had all tainted and immersed themselves in.

How she had helped remove the prospect of choice in that act from Claire, her mother, Julia…

How she helped seduce and bind their father.

How she and Julia had committed their act of communion together, alongside their siblings and mother. Embracing the touch, and violation of something utterly inhuman.

How she frolicked, and fooled around with her sisters in anticipation of this...

This void…

“Shit…” Monica gasped, holding her head in her hands and sobbing as she remembered the last worldly thing she’d seen.

Footfalls drummed out from the void. The click, and clack of sharpened, beastial claws heralding the approach of something from the void.

“Its not too late.” The voice was familiar and disturbing, holding all the warmth and care of Emi before her corruption, tinged with the corrupt sexual promise of the darkness that had taken hold upon all of them. “It’s not here to take our immortal souls, its here to gift them to us.”

Monica fought the dissipating tears, the compulsion to hug her sister. Finding added strength to resist as she glimpsed Emi’s full, naked demonic glory.

“It wants to bless us with an eternity of pleasure. A damnation of immortal delight free from eternal judgement. Is that not the benevolence of a true God?” Emi approached ever closer, sitting next to Monica and delicately, and lovingly embracing her.

Monica found herself questioning the rationality of Emi’s words, struggling to resist heeding them as faith was not some simple thing to be rational about. Or was it? Monica had heard some of the underlying rational argument for why religions forbade pork for instance, or followed any number of other practices.

Monica felt warm and fuzzy as Emi wrapped an arm around her and pulled her head tight against her.

Their bare skin seemed to arc with energy as it touched, and just pressed together, soothingly, and secure.

“I would have never figured it out without you." Emi affectionately said as if trying to reassure her distressed sister. "Here, let me help you start.”

Monica questioned what Emi meant with those last words, she huddled timidly daring not to look up as she heard the growing sounds of wet lips smacking. Slowly Monica swore she could make out a blur of feet where she gazed down at the floor, her mind struggling to interpret the demonic god that stood before her.

Refraining from gazing up she couldn’t help but bite her lip as she heard Emi moan lavishly in delight as she obviously performed some form of oral sex. Monica watched as Emi spread her legs wide and began fingering herself, each motion of her hand reminding Monica just how good it felt playing not just with another woman's pussy, but with her own pussy.

With a sudden bump Monica looked up, blushing she quickly turned away to gaze upon a naked demonic Julia smiling at her. “Hey, we’re sisters. We’re always here for each other.” Julia cheerfully remarked in a voice that felt foreign to the body using it to Monica’s perception.

Monica shifted and squirmed as her body burned and jolted, it was painful, yet strangely pleasant every time she even thought about what her fallen sisters were doing.

Like Emi before her, Julia sat pressed against Monica’s side. Legs spread, playing with herself as she seemed to join Emi in the act that Monica was averting watching herself.

Trying to ignore the sensations of her body, clinging to the painfully increasing burning Monica moaned uncontrollably as she felt the press of another body against her, large breasts pillowing out against her back, clawed hands resting on her shoulders in a strangely caring and affectionate embrace.

“Mmm… Come on, give me a taste. I’m starving here.” Fiona’s voice and words contrasted with Julia and Emi’s. Craven, eager and lust filled, a long contented mouth filled moan soon followed as Julia and Emi giggled together before leaning across in front of Monica to kiss, each pausing for a moment to gaze invitingly at Monica as she felt her resistance waning in the face of recalling just how much she enjoyed the pleasure they had all shared.

Monica felt a strange fascination and isolation as she ever more openly glanced and took in what her sister’s were doing around her, their bodies seeming to grow ever more enticing and alluring with the next brief glance.

They all seemed wanted and desired, what started as sharing one cock quickly grew to several obscurred guys being sucked, or fucked all around her. Fiona, Julia and Emi both grew ever more pressed against her, the push of their bodies increasing and decreasing with each thrust of the cocks behind them, their bodies turned to keep sharing the cock above Monica, their hands stroking her body, as the breasts expanded and compressed against her shoulders.

Some voice whispered in her head, how she was being left out, how everyone else was doing it, how good her sister’s hands pawing at her pajamas felt.

Gazing up with ever growing fascination Monica couldn’t help but question the strange enticing scent, was that the cock? It was sweet, yet earthy and alluring, so much so Monica hadn’t even notice her mouth was now hanging half open.

At least not until Emi when stroking and sucking the cock before popping it free of her mouth, guiding it fluidly to paint Monica’s quickly clasping lips with its precum, the swollen cock twitching and spurting as it stroked across lips that opened to object.

Yet soon mummbled as Monica’s tongue lapped and rolled the emerging cum over itself in strange curiosity.

“That’s it, swallow the load.” Julia encouraged, kissing down the side of Monica’s face as the cock slipped between her lips without resistance.

Monica questioned just what she was doing, lost in the sensations and goings on around her. She tried not to question who's hand was doing what to her, luxuriating in the groping, touching, and spasming as she felt a hand slip beneath her boy shorts and touch delicately across her warm wet pussy lips.

“Mmm… Someone’s wet.” Julia purred, pulling her hand up to suck Monica’s pussy juices from her fingers, before offering one to Emi as Monica watched wide eyed, unable to pull the cock from her mouth as she was sandwiched between their bodies.

Monica wanted to object, felt she needed to, but strangely couldn’t bring herself to as she felt her sisters fingering her, more, and more, together.

"That's it, relish it." Fiona encouraged

As the cock in her mouth came Monica basked in perverse delight, knowing she was not some strange freak, and doing just like her sisters. Gasping in pleasured relief as the cock seemed to withdraw from her mouth, Monica grew wide eyed as a new, larger one pressed at her lips, pushing towards her from some obscured place in the ether.

Monica questioned why she was doing this, the strange enticing delight in doing so side, and just how much farther she might be willing to go.

“OH FUCK!” Monica cried out, her words quickly muffled as the cock she spit out to exclaim shoved itself back in, a strange thrill coursing through Monica as she felt her head held and pushed down by Fiona, her sister leaning across her back as some unknown figure pulled Monica's hips back forcing her onto all fours before crudely penetrating into her.

“Mmmm… hmmm… HMMMM!!!” Monica moaned as she felt herself slowly, sensually fucked. Her mind raced with perverse delight at the act. Being fucked by some unseen stranger. Here, before her sisters, as slowly they ran out of sex partners and gathered ever closer to watching her be fucked.

Monica marvelled at the sensation, her mind recalling each time she’d been fucked by a guy.

Her father the night they left… Wait… That was real?!

The strange demonic beast at Emi’s apartment… Wait I did… Does it really count as a man?

Slowly her thoughts grew more delighted with this cock slowly, passionately stroking in and out of her torturing her with a previously unknown peak of delight as her head was bobbed lewdly upon another by Fiona.

As the cock withdrew from her mouth Monica gasped and moaned, kissing her gathered sisters, not noticing the refined allure of their faces, the supernaturally perfect hang of their sweaty mangled hair, the cooing and moaning as their lips tasted Monica’s corrupting flesh as she lay there, letting herself be taken.

Suddenly clawed hands reached forth and grabbed Monica by the hips, as the cock withdrew they guided for her to flip over.

Monica purred passionately, complying. Spreading out on her back to gaze at the shadowy inhuman figure, ass raised with spread legs inviting the fucking to continue pounding down into her.

Monica panted, eyes closed biting her lip as she thought solely about how good it would feel for the pawing hands to resume across her skin, to gently rock back and forth slowly losing pace into a bestial fuck.

Slowly rocking back Monica could feel it inserting, withdrawing, inserting, withdrawing. It filled her so completely, each tug on the head of its cock on the cusp of leaving her clenching pussy responded to with an ever more urgent thrust back onto the cock.

“OH FUCK ME!” Monica cried out, moaning wantonly between uneven heavy pants of breath as she rocked back and forth. “Oh! HARD… HARD… ER… FA…FA… FAST… ER… MO….ORE…. ORE! ORE!”

As Monica lost herself to the passion she felt her hands clench into the bedding ever more, until it wasn’t just clenching, but claws penetrating and ripping into the fabric and coils beneath. A strangely pleasureable ache throbbed on her head, as she felt it grow strangely weighted in a new way, her hair flinging ever less wildly as it swung around the emerging horns.

Her eyes glowed cobalt blue as she rolled her shoulders, stretching wings free from beneath her before she had even cognitively grown aware she had them.

Monica felt herself on the cusp of another of the countless orgasms she had experienced in the growingly abstract void around her. Something different, more urgent, and potent about it teased on her curious **** need to feel it unlock and roll over her.

She swore she could feel the weight of a body pressing down across her chest, flattening and restricting the sway of her heaving breasts, the grasp of two claws around her neck.

The whispering breeze of her new name across her ears as the orgasm shattered what little remnant of the fragile veneer of Monica that had encased the new demonic woman collapsing in the dark, feeling the soothing pulse and pressure release of her tail unloading its taint into her own tight warming pussy.

Monica laughed emphatically.

God was beyond comprehension, Monica smirked as she considered the idea, slowly pulling her new tail from her own pussy.

The old story she had been raised with of the person on the beach asking how god could be with them if there was only one set of tracks caused Monica to giggle.

She had fucked herself, but she also hadn’t. For everything here was her god's, and everything done here was thus done by her god. How else could her tail have manifested as it had.

As her fiery halo ignited atop her impala like horns, Monica stepped into the abyssmal dark confidently.

Stepping out beyond its veil into the ceremony room that had conjured the portal through which she had been transmuted. Glancing around Monica felt a calm relief, having expelled the anxiety and insecurities that had impaired so much enjoyment of the world.

Enjoyment that was just beginning.