The newly-minted sisters take a breather

Despite the waves of lust crashing upon them, even after their marathon fucking, the demon-girls managed to regain a small amount of coherency as Amanda lay there, panting heavily. Her worms squealed and writhed around her.

" Amanda, what are they?" Carly asked.

"They're... mine. Ours." Amanda panted, smiling ear to ear.

"But what do we do with them?"

"We don't... NEED... to do anything," Amanda replied. "They'll do their work, so long as we do ours." She sighed sweetly as one of the worms rubbed up against her.

Carly pondered this. The images she'd seen as she'd fucked Amanda were exquisite, she could remember that much. But they were so fast, so much, she couldn't really remember any specifics. She remembered the vacant eyes of a pretty girl staring up at her as her tentacle plundered the girl's throat. Multiple girls like her mercilessly torturing a poor uncorrupted girl in an effort to break her before turning her. She saw a flash of an image, worms spewing out of Amanda's every orifice, a look of unholy bliss plastered on her wild new face.

"I guess the real question is: what are we?"

"We're evil."

Jenny had piped up, and Carly heard sadness in her voice. But when she looked at the hulking dick-girl, she saw anything but. Jenny's face was contorted into an awful grin. It would be enough to terrify a normal person, but Carly was not a normal person. The look she saw sparked a wave of lust in her.

"She's right," Amanda sighed. "That cum you guys pumped into me, it's horrific stuff. Stuff of nightmares. It's like whatever the opposite of Nectar of the Gods is. I fucking LOVE it!" She squealed, seemingly sent to orgasm right then and there at the memory of her corruption.

"I felt it when the worm hit me: it's not from this world. Don't know how, but I can tell. I don't know where it comes from, but it might as well be Hell," Jenny continued. "Which I guess makes us Demons."

Demons. Carly liked it. It felt right. Her worm-tentacle crept through her vaginal canal again, poking its way out. She loved that thing more than anything she could remember, and its passage sent fresh arousal coursing through her veins. As she watched, Carly realized that arousal coincided with black veins appearing across her skin, spreading from her tainted snatch.

"I killed my boyfriend," Carly stated bluntly, staring at the ground. "I was fucking him when this happened to me. I just kept fucking him, and fucking him. He kept cumming inside me. And before I knew it, he was dead."

Amanda and Jenny were watching Carly curiously. Like her, their transformations had complete control over their faculties, but some human traits like language, emotion, and general appearance were allowed to remain. They registered the gravity of the situation, but couldn't bring themselves to feel the emotions they knew they should be.

"And I enjoyed it," Carly smiled. "I felt bad, but at the same time... I felt so, so good! It was so satisfying to drain him, so satisfying to watch his life feed my own. I think, if I want to keep making the stuff that allowed me to make you guys, I need to find another guy to fuck."

Amanda's face broke into an impish grin, and she looked at Jenny, who's trademark hell-grin had grown even more demented.

"Then I guess we'd better find you another cock! Let's bring a few of these guys along with us, just in case." Amanda grabbed three of her parasitic hellspawn and cradled them in her arms.

"You're sure these guys will be fine?" Carly asked.

"Yeah, they'll behave. Do mama proud!" She yelled to her wriggling worms as the trio walked toward the parking lot.