Stella Can't Escape

Stella panicked and tried to squirm free, a flare of flames flickering through a rainbow of colours having surged out suddenly beneath them. What she couldn’t see were the patterns, the circle centered upon where Catherine was being rammed into by Galen above her. The flaming multi coloured sigils flagging an impact, a distortion upon reality.

As Stella screamed and struggled, Catherine seemed to more effortlessly hold her down with the one hand. What clothing had still clad Stella’s body had flaked away in an ashy gust with the formation of the circle that contained their noise. That obscured them from observation, that began the foundations of what Galen was truly here to accomplish.

“YESsss… Take it!!” Catherine enthusiastically gushed rutting more aggressively back into the demonic figure behind her that Stella could now see towering over the both of them.

Stella reached up to try and push Catherine off, the initial force, and press seeming to dissipate quickly upon contact. Stella watched wide eyed with terror, jaw slackened with shock as her open palms made contact with Catherine’s now pink chest, swelling breasts with darkening nipples warm, and enticing to fondled and palm, a strange pleasure growing despite Stella’s refusal as she found herself unable to stop fondling and groping the ballooning tits above her.

Catherine’s golden hair was growing whiter, a roll of her shoulders displaying the distorting skin behind her back where her wings were developing out.

Catherine looked down in insane glee as Stella tried to arch her back in surprise pleasure, her own hands and chest burning with pleasure as the first droplets of corrupting milk began to drizzle free from the breasts swaying above her that now rivalled the size of Catherine’s head.

Stella was struggling to cling to her fear and concern of the demons, the growing betrayal of her body as Catherine fingered her pussy, and rubbed Stella’s clit further adding to the growing and cumulative desires and pleasure.

“WE’RE GOING TO GET SO FUCKED TOGETHER!” Catherine boasted euphorically, Stella unable to find her voice shaking her head no in a fit between panted breaths.

Or was that a nod yes? Stella questioned as she suddenly found her voice.

“Wha… wha… what is that?” Stella began to ask, the squirming and shifting of Stella’s lower half steadying and slowing, in part as Stella wondered what she was feeling snake alongside Catherine’s hand, brushing and probing along her thighs.

“Glorious… Glorious… Damn… Damnation…” Catherine panted with delight, lolling her long tongue out and shrieking at the increasing pace of her rutting.

Stella struggled to look down her body, the gap between her pillowed breasts, and the body of the now red succubus being fucked doggy style above her obscured by large red tits and the arms Stella was unable to pull away, squeezing, and pulling black ichor from them.

Stella tried not to be distracted by the oily looking spill of the corrupted milk, luxuriating in the warm tingling feel of it drizzling down her arms, across her chest, her gaze looking up, to lock with the bright green eyes, and goat like pupils of Catherine as Stella recognized her movements, the feel of what she was sensing.

What she was responding too.

Like so many partners in the past, she was steadying herself. Shifting to hold, line up.

Stella cried out in an incoherent guttural shock.

Questioning just what is it, that she had just helped penetrate her pussy like a lovers cock.

Stella felt herself shiver and quake, in surprise, in pleasure, in desire for more as she felt herself being stretched, molded, and contoured.

Stella gazed up, wide eyed, trying to process what was happening, her thoughts regularly disrupted by how good it was feeling, and revelations of her reflexive response to the strangely snaking penetration, helping it press deeper, shifting away to feel its flared head tug on her pussy lips, before burrowing in, further, ramming and coiling slightly deeper.

Stella’s gaze was locked with the joyful stare of Catherine above her, the newly transformed succubus red as a rose, long straight white hair parted by elegant smooth horns from her brow.

“That’s it, let’s all fuck…” Catherine moaned down at the aide she still had pinned, shifting her body and pinning down one of Stella’s hands, free a leaking nipple to drag across Stella’s mouth,.

All as Stella jaw snapped wider open, feeling the pressure of a second phallus tipped tail snaking into her pussy alongside Galen’s.

“Oh fuck… No wonder the boys are such horn dogs.” Catherine boasted to a still stunned Stella, her mind murky with pleasure, tension, and curiosity of just what was going on.

Stella wanted to choke and sputter on the milk in her mouth, finding herself only able to gulp it down and suckle more from the large red tit shoved in her mouth.

“Take… my… taint…” Catherine cried out, eagerly unleashing the first load ever of cum from her phallic tail, feeling it’s spunk mix with Galen’s before Stella heard the succubus atop of her whimper.

“No…”

Blinking suddenly Stella found herself in the back of a van. She was lost in the ravages of a sudden, and growing gangbang of homeless people. The experience feeling as if on fast forward, before shifting to slow motion as each load of corrupting cum was deposited.

Leaving an ever more willing, wanting, needing woman in its wake.

It ended with the tongue of several demons lapping over her, cleaning any of their stain.

Things seemed to fly forward through the morning. All sorts of desires and thoughts tugging at Stella, and eagerness fulfilled when finally Laura decided to go the washroom.

Stella soon found herself meandering to the washroom with anticipation. Entering quietly, unconcerned with the dingy facility.

Stella could hear the shuffling about in the washroom stall, the clothes being removed from Laura. Things blurred forward, from masturbating to Laura being fucked in a washroom stall, to finding herself spit roasted briefly and quickly.

The sex became random, blurred and more rampant.

The men increasingly became less men, the true nature of Catherine’s corruption, collusion, and entrapment erupting in Stella’s mind as it was flooded and corrupted by a speed run of the seemingly torturously long road to Catherine’s eager descent here atop Stella.

Gazing up, wantonly, understanding just what had lead Stella to now being double penetrated in her pussy, the infernal cum seeming to ignite within her Stella returned the maddening gleeful gaze.

One glowing with sadistic glee from the new found full awareness.

Stella exhaled in heavy, enthused pleasure just one word.