Yes

“Yes… yes… Bless… me…” Stella moaned adoringly, tainted mentally by Catherine’s experiences, and now just as eager and enthusiastic to see herself transformed and corrupted as Catherine was.

Galen withdrew from the two women he had been fucking, standing up and stroking himself proudly as he watched things unravel.

Stella with newfound confidence, grabbed and wrestled Catherine down onto the floor beneath her. Grinning with malice as the newly formed succubus squirmed, and moaned in distress beneath her.

Stella’s wings burst wide violently, and suddenly, scattering items off furniture they impacted.

With a seeming roll of her head, Stella’s eyes now seemed to glow green, her pupils distended into a widened boxy slit. Her white teeth now shined brighter, perfectly aligned white teeth now more pointed. Longer, smooth and slender horns reach up from Stella’s brow, her own dirty blonde hair bleaching as her skin had shifted to a soft pink.

With a quick violent motion Stella grasped , ripped free, and cast aside her crucifix, the black branding of it into her chest changing shape and shifting to evenly sit as intricately woven lines reaching behind her neck from a cuneiform representing the Idol.

“Yes…” Stella purred, looking down at Catherine in delight, relishing as the woman who had helped to so thoroughly corrupt and turn her reverted to a human state, her demonic features seeming to erode away as Stella absorbed Catherine’s corruption and manifested her own.

Galen needed to ensure he had a thoroughly corrupted, invested succubus in the councilors orbit. Stella alone might have done, but by harvesting Catherine’s sins, Catherine’s corruption, mirroring and burdening those experiences upon Stella he had accelerated and advanced the fall of a different soul. Bonding the twisted creation in its wake closer, and more directly to the Idol.

Stella basked in the feel of her new true form, the weight and burden of soulful morals lifted and now absent from her new eternal existence.

“Mmm…” Stella moaned, stretching and feeling the span of her wings, the reach of her tail. “Thank you slut…” Stella followed up before gazing down at the slowly shaking head of the blonde pinned beneath her. “I wouldn’t be half the demon without your sin.” Stella laughed maniacally, delighting in the distressed woman beneath her struggling with being deprived of what she no doubt now felt psychologically was her natural state.

“But… but.. but…” Catherine sobbed, her hands worshipping the feel of the succubus atop of her. “It was mine…”

“Sshhh… We’ll give this slut what she truly wants.” Galen hushed, provoking a smirk from Stella as she shifted her pussy atop Catherine’s face, the black cum of two demons still seeping out to the hungry sluts delight.

Catherine lapped eagerly, wanton to redevelop her lost long tongue, her hands pawed at the succubus missing the tug of their claws, her gaze envious and delighted as Galen moved to let Stella lap at, and mouth his cock now eager to be blessed by its corrupting seed.

Stella’s tail blindly snaked, and probed, before working it’s way into Catherine’s eager and waiting wet snatch, the succubus delighting at the feel of her tail fucking it’s first hole, knowing full well the subdued woman beneath her was acting cravenly, eager to feel her own tail once again fucking someone.

As Galen blessed Stella formally with his seed, they both knew the master they were bound to.

After ravaging Catherine together for a few more hours they left.

Stella masturbating in the corrupted atmosphere of her bosses office, as she sent emails to ensure the prompt addressing of the First Disciples request.

The emails were sent, the offices still and quiet disrupted by the advance hum of vacuuming.

Long ago during late night crunches Stella had learned of the nightly bustle of the cleaners migrating through in a flurry to leave everything cleaner, yet more undisturbed than they found it.

What impressed Stella most this night was the obliviousness of the woman roaming around her.

Stella was quickly becoming aware of the lingering seal the First Disciple had cast here as he tainted, and corrupted Stella. Altering her experiences, enriching her depravity and desire to relinquish her soul with the sins of another.

Stella wondered how long she might have sat, perceiving only a meeting as Catherine and the First Disciple fucked before her.

Stella wondered how to trst, and try the seals restraints.

The cleaner entered diligently, conversing casually with her coworkers who parked the cleaning cart outside before hitting the office next door.

No gasps erupted over the scorched iconography on the carpets, no curious glances when the vacuum failed to remove the ashen marks, no notice of the naked demon brqzenly playing with her pussy, legs spread on the desk as she watched an innocent toil innocuously around the room.

As the cleaner moved around to dust and wipe down the desk she didn’t sense the chair move, hear the succubus whisper sexual entreaties that only her subconscious heard, twisted food for thought.

The only pause in the cleaners work came as she felt herself pressed against the desk she was leaning over. A weight upon her back, a pressure pushing from behind, the strange rolling sensation best described as hands contouring her body giving pause.

Stella smirked in delight at the minor awareness she had provoked, her tail snaking down across the outside of the crotch of the cleaners pants, painting them with precum.

Stella could feel the hunger, the instinct to spread the Idol's corruption, it’s endless carnal need. But she knew she had to wait.

It’s legions had blossomed quickly and brilliantly into existence.

Now it needed to begin laying low, letting its taint spread passively, tugging and manifesting desires. To emplace all it needed in this new global village it could reach the furthest corners of so easily, before crusaders could isolate it.

War against it.

And bring about the end of a new Sodom.

Stella whispered sweet seductive thoughts to entice vivid, desire filled dreams. So when the cleaner finally left work, exhausted and too tired to really dream.

She would dream of this office, the assorted police stations, fire halls, restaurants, hotels, and hospitals to have sexually succumbed to the Idol.

So that when she woke, should she please her own flesh with any of those in thought.

The Idol would be fed, and invited ever so subtly, deeper into her head.

Grabbing her cell phone and purse Stella set about moving on for the night. Her strong sense of independence meant she had no one at home to fuck, although ideas of playing with the concierge or a neighbour was enticing.

No, she knew a better place to go tonight, somewhere she could really let loose and revelations in what Catherine had done. In what Stella had become.

Sling a purse onto a naked shoulder Stella maneuvered stealthily through the offices, more out of care that the wards didn’t range beyond the office and could raise an alert in such a sensitive place. Her demonic form was glamoured beneath a veneer of enhance beauty of her human form, naked and devoid of clothes.

Skulking out into the halls, Stella left a cleaner breathing heavily at the desk. Questioning if she had just felt a ghostly presence. Unsure why she felt such dread. As she tried to process the strange arousal and excitement that she felt.

Not to mention a sudden impulse and desire to play with herself.

I should stop at home for an outfit in case I stay out late, Stella considered with a smirk. Silently, gracefully slipping through halls, amidst cubicle, around glass partitions meant to give a sense of transparency.

Through stair wells, across floors where she normally didn't stray.

Stella deftly maneuvered down, and out through a door onto the courtyard garden on the second floor balcony encircling the council chambers, breathing in delight at her knew existence Stella let her glamor fade away, stretching out her wings, feeling them stretch in the passive breeze.

Reaching them up above her head Stella just marinated in the moment, absorbing the feel of her fully outstretched wings, the parachute like clap of them striking down powerfully, the lift and cold draw of air across her sensitive skin as she launched upwards.

The momentary pause of momentum, the second of zero G when she could feel gravity struggling to take hold of her ankles, as her wings thrust back once more as if to slap its grasp away.

Home first, Stella affirmed in her mind, outfit for tomorrow.

Then to ensure she would be there for her meeting early.