The Fall Of Autumnsville - A Family Affair: Chapter 4: "A Window To The Past" free porn video

Sorry about the lack of updates guys! Really, this chapter has been done for months, but I just never posted it. Hopefully there is still interest in this story! Thank you all that leave reviews. I love getting feedback! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It's a loooong one and a lot of fun ;3 Chapter 4 Allison could remember the first time she caught Marcus crossdressing. It had been years ago, when they were still living in the city and before Garrett's... incident. The twins couldn't have been older than 5 or 6 when it happened. Garrett was on duty that evening, and she was at home to keep an eye on the kids. A few of Ellen's friends had come over for a slumber party and they were in her room giggling and chatting behind the door. Marshall and Jeff were out in the living room playing video games, and given how close Marcus and Ellen were, she assumed he was with the girls. He was always shy and timid around others, but he always seemed to brighten up whenever he was with Ellen. She never really questioned it; it always seemed like a good thing that he had such a good relationship with his sister. When Garrett came home after a long evening at work with some carry- out, she went to go get the girl. What she saw when she opened the door came as a great shock to her; there was her youngest son, dressed in daughter's old clothes and being painted and powdered by Ellen and her friends. She was so surprised by the sight that she couldn't even put words together to ask what they were doing. Garrett seemed to be somewhere at the intersection of 'horrified' and 'enraged,' and her other sons didn't let Marcus live it down for at least a week. After the initial shock wore off, she ordered the girls to wash off the makeup and give his clothes back to him. She remembered how sad and embarrassed Marcus was, how he couldn't even look her in the eye when she asked him what was going on and how quickly he'd run back to his and Marshall's room and slammed the door behind him. Afterwards, she talked with Garrett about it, how they'd reacted to it, and what it meant, if anything. After about two hours of talking, they decided that maybe they had overreacted. Odds were that it was just a phase, and Marcus was just exploring things. He'd grow out of it eventually. Most importantly, the promised to each other that no matter what their children did, they'd love them no matter what and that they wouldn't judge them. Sure enough, eventually Marcus stopped crossdressing and took up more boyish hobbies, even though he remained as timid as ever. It would seem, however, that he hadn't stopped at all. That's what Ellen made it seem like anyway last night. It was so sudden and out of the blue though! Her daughter could barely explain it herself, saying that Marcus had come to her asking to play dress up like they used to. She found the dress among other things in her closet, and the makeup had been a going away gift from her slightly older friends. Marcus hadn't said a word to defend himself, only nodding when asked if all of this was true. Once again she watched her son run off towards his room looking flustered. "I just don't know Allie. I just don't know." Grant and her had talked about Marcus once more before going to bed that night. She knew that Grant didn't hate their son. He was far from the stereotypical media portrayal of a father. He loved his kids as much as life itself. He wouldn't have moved to Autumnsville if he didn't Still, she knew that it was tearing him up inside. He wanted to raise strong sons ready to take on the world. Having one that was transgender or had crossdressing hobbies didn't exactly fit into that dream. She reassured him that everything would be ok, but above all else they had to be supportive. Better to have just a queer son than a queer son that hated and resented his parents. Allison sighed as she got out of her car after dropping the kids off at school. She swore her throat had never been so dry after telling Marshall a million times to stop teasing his brother. The 3DS she now had in her purse would teach him a lesson... With everyone gone for the day and with Grant starting his first day at the local police department, the house was completely devoid of all life. If there was indeed a ghost that lived in this house, she certainly hadn't made herself known. In a way, Allison felt gipped. Even if she didn't believe in ghost, she still felt that this place should have been as advertised... Still, it did provide her that bit of inspiration she needed. A town started by a cult and a woman that they branded a heretic! Oh what an exciting tale that would make... Allison sat down in her study, a new book from the basement laying on her desk before her. She'd been wanting to find a journal from before Bunny had joined the cult. She wanted to find out what kind of person would leave their old life behind to come to such a peculiar and secretive place. The books downstairs weren't well organized, and the worn covers made it difficult to determine titles or when the books had been written, forcing her to pick them out at random and hope that the one she'd picked out was what she wanted. Deciding that she wanted to be comfortable while she read the journal, she took the book and plopped down onto the sofa in her living room, getting snug underneath a blanket. She loved her family, but there was nothing better than snuggling underneath the covers and reading a good book without interruptions. Her cellphone was turned off and the home phone was unplugged. There was nothing that could disturb her. With a happy giggle, she opened up the book and turned to the first page.. --- "First time meeting her, eh?" The night was crisp and clear. Most of the residents of the quiet town of Autumnville were staying in for evening to rest and spend time with family. The only people out walking the moonlit streets were two cloaked figures, both slight and feminine. One of them was biting at his nails. "Stop doing that, Thomas! You'll ruin your nail polish," the other figure said. Shakily, Thomas took his hand away from his mouth, though he instead started wringing his hands. In the light off the streetlamps, his skin was smooth with a dark caramel color. His companion giggled and moved behind him, gripping his shoulders gently and massaging them. "Relax, it'll be fine. You'll be in good hands throughout the whole ceremony." Thomas sighed. "I know, Hiram. It's just... I've never done something like this before. I mean, things were crazy enough when it was getting together with you, but now it feels like I'm doing more than just lying to Whitney... It's like I'm turning my back on the whole congregation," Thomas said. As they walked on, there were fewer and fewer buildings around, and their destination, a well lit manor house, could easily be seen. "Don't think of it like that," Hiram answered, feeling Thomas's tense muscles starting to relax under his skillful touch. "Think of it more like taking the next step on a great journey. Your wife and the other priests were keeping you from moving forward. Just abandon them, and Mistress Bunny will lead you to a new world." He went back beside Thomas, leaving one hand on the girly black man to bring down to his plump rear and give it a squeeze. Thomas let out a surprised cry. "Let her guide you, and everything we've done before tonight will look like only foreplay compared to what will come after..." The pair continued on to the manor at the end of the road. On the patio, the clanging of glasses and jazz music from a gramophone could be heard coming from inside. Hiram grasped the large brass knocker on the door and struck the door with it once, then three times quickly. The door opened and revealed a young, svelte woman wearing a purple robe with gold embroidery along the sleeves. The hood was lowered, allowing the two visitors to see her long, blond hair, olive skin, and sharp catlike features. "Ah! Hiram! I thought you would never get here," she said excitedly, wrapping her arms around the false female and placing a kiss on his plush lips. If one was paying attention, there was a mutual bump in both of their robes, straining against the soft fabric. "Oh, um, sorry about that. It's been doing that all night. Lacey was indisposed, and Bunny wanted me to scratch an itch of hers..." She looked around quickly with her bright, yellow eyes and whispered giddily in her friend's ear, "If you don't want to be hung like a horse, literally, I suggest you don't try the wine. But maybe your friend might like that." Her voice was just loud enough for his companion to hear, causing him to blush after finally being noticed. "Ah, so is this your 'plus one?' He looks so gorgeous that I don't know if I can hold back for the ceremony..." Her smile said that she was joking, but the look in her feline eyes was that of a predator. If Thomas were to run, she would no doubt have ripped his robe open and taken him in the yard... "Oh don't scare him even more, Miss Amanda. It took a lot of courage on his part and prodding on mine to get him to come to our little meeting. He wants to finally cast off his shackles and walk the true path that the priests have kept from us. Isn't that right?" All eyes were now on him, practically boring into his soul. He felt so intimidated amongst them that he nearly turned tail and ran. He would have too if he had a home to return too.. Whitney had kicked him out once she heard of his infidelity with Hiram, and he was currently staying at the young sissy's home. He admittedly did miss his wife, but staying at Hiram's was like a blissful dream that he didn't want to wake up from... Before he could say anything in turn, there was a bit of a commotion inside of the house. A wine bottle fell over, and there was shouting. "Who are you people? Why the hell are you all in my house?" Everyone turned and saw a tall bespectacled brunette. While she looked young, the crow's feet on her eyes and the lines on her forehead and cheeks gave away her true age. Her modest dress of pants and a turtleneck fit neither the occasion nor the fashion trends of 1920s America. "I believe we could ask the same of you, ma'am," Amanda said sweetly, her lips curled into a smile. Her eyes didn't smile with her lips."Tell us, who are you and how did you get in here?" The woman looked around nervously at the partiers, all of them in various states of (un)dress and all staring at her. "Uh... Allison Sanders, and this is my house. Now, if you people don't take your party... orgy... whatever off my property right this instant, I'm calling the cops!" Thomas's eyes flicked over to Amanda to see how she would react. Her expression hadn't visibly changed, but there was a hungry look in her eyes that he now noticed. "I see. Well, Allison, I'm quite confident that we can work through this little... misunderstanding." Her eyes shifted to the partiers behind Allison, who immediately jumped on her, grabbing her arms and legs and binding them with leather belts. "Wha-! No, stop! What's going on here, what the hell are you doing!? Let me go!" Allison tried to struggle, but there were too many people holding her down. They strapped her arms together tightly at the elbows and wrists and bound her legs, bringing her to her knees. The belts burned with bright pink runes, sealing them onto Allison and making them inescapable. Meanwhile, Amanda took a glass of wine off of one of the server's trays and walked towards Allison. "Stop it! Get off of me, you-" Allison stopped struggling as her eyes fell on the bottom of Amanda's robe. She looked up and saw Amanda standing above her, an evil smirk on her face. The blonde took a forceful hold of Allison's face, squeezing her cheeks and pulling her jaw down to force her mouth open. With her other hand, she held the wine glass to Allison's lips. Allison tried to pull away from her, but the witch's grip was unnaturally strong. She tilted Allison's head up and poured the wine into her mouth, then grabbed her nose and pinched it shut until all of it had been swallowed. "W-what was that, what did-!" Allison said as she coughed from the force-feeding. She didn't make it much longer as her body suddenly seized up. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched, and she suddenly let out a loud cry of ecstasy that echoed through the house. Thomas could see a wet spot forming at her crotch. Her body shuddered as her orgasm tapered off, but quickly tensed again as another followed. And another, and another. Amanda let out a devious little giggle. "Take her downstairs, strip her, and put her on the altar. Shes a bit older than usual, but she'll still serve as a good offering for Lilith." Two of the servers picked up the shaking, climaxing woman and hauled her away. As they left, the others went back to drinking, chatting, and having sex. Amanda turned back to Thomas and Hiram. "Well, glad that's taken care of. Thomas, please, make yourself at home. There's plenty of wine to go around, and there are plenty of people here who would love to play with a cute thing like you~" With that, both Hiram and Amanda left him to mingle with the other guests. Hiram told them that he wouldn't be able to stay tethered to his arm all night since he had to help prepare for the ritual. He felt a lump in his throat, feeling like he was in a den of lions waiting to feast on him. It was both frightening and arousing to know that he was desirable to both the men and women in the room. Before he met Hiram, he was lucky enough to be married! He hadn't been the most handsome man after all. That on top of being a handyman doing yard work and home repairs around town didn't exactly help. It was on one of these repair jobs that he met Hiram officially. Before meeting the brunette, Thomas never even considered himself to be a gay man. He wasn't even a little bi-curious. He was totally content with being straight and reserving sex with just his wife on the weekends. But when he went to Hiram that fateful day to fix his water heater, his whole life changed. It was a hot day, but that never stopped him before. He had gone to the little house on the hill with only the best intentions in mind. A woman, he had assumed called him, finding his number from a previous client of his. A job was a job. He didn't think much of it. Looking back on it now, perhaps he should have. The person that answered the door wore nothing but a sheer teddy and a pair of white, lace panties. "Like what you see?" the devious brunette asked as he looked her up and down in shock. It was after twelve, and yet she was dressed so lustily with zero modesty. She didn't even look apologetic, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into the house. He could barely recall what happened after that. The only thing that came to mind was how sweet the house smelled and the mind blowing sex they had. He never exactly knew what it was like to "fuck like rabbits," but he thought by the time they were done they made rabbits look like prudes. Six constant hours of anal sex with what he would later find out to be a male - he was on a road that he wouldn't soon veer from. After that one occasion, he was practically wrapped around Hiram's finger, doing all that he could to sneak out of the house or from a job to spend the day with him. Each time he paid a price in exchange, drinking or eating various odd beverages and foods. The sex got better, but his body began to change, becoming slimmer and more feminine in appearance. At the same time he was required to submit to all of Hiram's various sexual whims, learning the joys of both catching and pitching. Eventually their sex expanded outside of just physical coupling. There was a time where he was denied the act for an entire week and was forced to wear a devious buttplug and not allowed to masturbate under pain of never being able to have sex with the feminine sex monster ever again... It was not all sunshine and roses. His strange behavior, bodily changes, and the lack of income coming in was definitely noticed by his wife. As a priestess, she was well aware of Bunny, her people, and their cancerous influence that they were having on the men and women in this town. He couldn't fool her. There was no talking his way out of that. She gave him the ultimatum of either redemption or continuing down his path and leaving. If he chose the latter of the two, there was no guarantying his safety. Of course, it was obvious which path he took... Deciding that just staying in place made him an easy target, he decided to wander around and take a tour of the house. Most of the guests were downstairs, so he wandered upwards towards the master bedroom as well as two guest rooms he had to imagine. His curiosity brought him to the final room furthest down, the master bedroom. The door was ajar, giving him a chance to peek in. As expected, the room was quite lavish with a king sized four poster canopy bed with red gossamer hanging downwards and red satin sheets. The walls were painted white with red trimmings. There were numerous paintings depicting men, women, and everything in- between in acts of debauched sex as if it were as casual as a handshake. There were numerous dressers of all shapes and sizes, but the one that caught his attention was the vanity. At it was the room's sole occupant. She was quite tall and long legged. Even with the small, dainty chair she sat in, she had to sit with her legs crossed slightly to the side. Thomas could see a dark red garter belt around her right thigh, a small hip flask with a bunny engraving tucked into it. Wavy locks of long blond hair cascaded down her back, and as Thomas's eyes followed it down, they fell on the base of a large metal butt plug nestled firmly between her ass cheeks. The sight made his cock twitch a bit beneath his white robe. Her blue eyes flicked towards the reflection of the cracked open door. "You can come in, you know. There's no need to be shy here," the woman said. Thomas's shoulders jumped in surprise, a little squeak escaping his lips. The woman chuckled. "There's no need to be afraid, I don't bite. Unless, you want me to, that is." She had a deep, breathy voice that sounded both lustful and maternal. "Come, you're not interrupting me. I'm just fixing my makeup, that's all." Hesitantly, Thomas stepped into the lavish bedroom. The woman set her things down and turned towards him. Thomas's eye's widened in surprise. "She" had had him totally convinced for a moment with that shapely butt and the perfect hourglass figure, but as she faced him, her flat chest and the fairly large cock hanging between her legs gave away her real gender. She stood up and walked over to him, her wide hips swaying gently to balance on her stiletto heels. "I haven't seen you around here before. You must be the one Hiram brought to join our happy little family, hm? What's your name, sweet pea?" Thomas stood there and oggled her, his eyes too busy following her curves to look her in the eye. "Like what you see?" His eyes quickly snapped up to hers, and he finally noticed that she towered over him by a good six inches, even without the heels. "No? Well, at least this little guy does." He looked down and saw that his cock was now fully erect and poking out the front of his robes. He felt his cheeks burning as he quickly moved to cover himself. The woman chuckled again and placed her soft hands on Thomas's shoulders. "Relax, it's okay. Really. I'm quite flattered by it, actually," she said in a sincere, caring voice. "My name's Lacey; I'm Mistress Bunny's husband. What's yours?" He looked up at her from under his brow. "Uh... Thomas, ma'am." Lacey laughed again. "No need to 'ma'am' me, sweet pea. That's a nice name, Thomas. Usually, I'd try to convince you to change to something a bit more... fitting, but I haven't been able to convince Hiram to change his for the longest time, so I just let everyone be now. Please, come sit with me on the bed." She brought him over to the bed and sat him down, taking a seat next to him. "I take it you're new to everything here, yes?" Thomas nodded. "Yeah, From what Hiram told me, things here got a little wild, but I didn't know what to expect once I actually came here." "Wild?" A broad, knowing smile appeared on her face, forcing her to try and stop a giggle. "Oh, but the night is still young! You haven't even been served the main course. At most you've just been nibbling hor d'oeuvres," she said simply with those painted, red lips of hers. They were just so moist looking and inviting that Thomas had to look away, lest he pop by just LOOKING at them. It was strange. Hiram was just as beautiful as this lady in red, but she just seemed to be exuding an aura that not even his own had. He felt like he'd do anything she asked despite only having just met. He was like a lost puppy drowning in her bright, blue sapphires. She seemed to be aware of his struggle, but she never brought it up. Lacey simply placed her red velvet covered hand over his and brought his gaze back to her by taking his chin in her other hand. "You're so cute Thomas. I'm so, so glad that you're going to join our family. I am sure that right now you just see us as a bunch of sex fiends doing nothing but trying to sate our need for pleasure, but after tonight you will see that we are so much more than that." Thomas could only wonder what the tall beauty meant by that, but before he could ask there was a soft tap on the bedroom door. Another cloaked figure came in coming to collect Lacey. "Mistress Bunny wishes to have your company before the ritual Miss Lacey. I was told to retrieve you for a little pre-festivity rendezvous." The dark skinned sissy looked up just in time to see Lacey's blue eyes flash a shade of pink for but a moment just as her tongue violated her lips. "Oh? Well of course! I'll be there in just a moment. Just wait for me outside. I'd like just a moment alone with this initiate." The acolyte nodded and stepped outside, closing the door behind them. Lacey turned her attention back to Thomas, gently caressing his cheek. "Well, almost time for your big moment. Are you nervous? Scared?" Thomas's eyes turned down for a moment, his voice caught in his throat. "...Yes, a little of both," he said after a long pause. Lacey gave him a soft, sympathetic look and took him in a loving embrace. Thomas felt like a small child in her arms, held and protected by a loving mother. He hoped that she wouldn't let him go, and the moment she did seemed to come far too soon. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Thomas. We're a tight-knit group here, and we take care of each other. No matter what happens, we're all here for you." She got up and went over to one of the dressers and pulled out a small black wooden box. "I want to give you a few things before I leave to be with my wife. They're a few things Bunny and I have made during our time here." She opened the box and presented its contents to Thomas. "Cosmetics, like the ones we store in our vanity over there. The finest around, I guarantee it. I noticed how you were looking at me once I had everything on..." Thomas felt his cheeks burning as her beautifully painted lips curled into a coy smile. She pointed at a leather bound book and pen. "A journal to write down whatever you're thinking or feeling. You can write about your experiences here, a lovely bit of fiction, thoughts and prayers for our rituals, anything you want. Bunny and I love reading the things our followers write, and we enjoy collecting them in our library for future reading." She pulled out a choker with a pendant shaped like a bunny on it. "Something to help identify ourselves to others and each other. None of us will ever hesitate to come to your aid so long as you wear that pendant. And finally..." She put the choker away and presented a large silver butt plug. It was studded with knobs and ribs, and had a gently curved shape to reach the deepest, most sensitive spots. The base was shaped into the face of a demon's with a ring enclosed in its clenched teeth. Thomas felt his cock twitch, and he strained to keep himself from cumming. "I think this should be fairly self-explanatory. I should tell you that it comes with a few... surprises, though once we've gotten you properly trained you'll be able to make full use of them." Lacey leaned in close to Thomas, like she was whispering him a secret. "I suggest you wait until after the ceremony to use it. Wouldn't want to spoil the fun, now would we?" She put back all the contents of the box and handed it to Thomas. "Well, I must be off. My mistress is waiting for me." She gave Thomas a quick peck on the cheek, sending a thrill of electricity through his body. "I'll see you later at the ceremony." With that, Thomas was left all alone in their bedroom with his overglorified "goodie bag" for joining the family. He picked up the black box and carried it over to the white vanity. He looked around once, making sure that he was alone and proceeded to go through the contents himself. There was still time before the festivities began it seemed, so why not? The first thing that he took out was a small bag filled with various bits of makeup. This was obviously a beginner's bag, something he was perfectly fine with. He had never learned fully how to use this stuff since Hiram always applied his. this night, he was actually going natural with just a simple face cleaning, but after seeing Lacey and how gorgeous she looked, Thomas found himself wanting to become just like her. He grabbed a golden tube of lipstick with the word Narcissism written on it's side in cursive print and uncapped it, revealing a deep plum color that matched his darker skin tone. He looked at it and then at the mirror, debating on what to do next. Unbeknownst to him at the time, the very vanity that he was sitting at began to glow with an aura not visible to normal humans. Staring into the looking glass seemed to take his breath away, for staring back at him was not his reflection, not per say, but a figment of his imagination - his dream self. She sat right next to Lacey with her arms wrapped around her waist and a coy smile on her plump, plum colored hips. Her eyes were given a sultry makeover with silver eyeshadow and inch long lashes that seemed to tickle the blonde whenever she blinked. "There's nothing wrong with looking beautiful, dear," the mirror version of Lacey said, stroking the face of Thomas's doppelganger. The mirror seemed to be reflecting the young sissy's desires and was showing them what they would look like if they were made manifest. It made him think. "Would Lacey like me more if I was prettier?" He didn't realize it at the time, but his hands were already moving, applying foundation, lipstick, and lip liner like he had been doing this all of his life. It wasn't until he pushed the false eyelash on that he realized that the reflection was nothing more than an actual reflection now, but Lacey was still there, sitting beside him in that alternate world smiling like a proud mother. "That's my girl..." Thomas smiled back at the image of Lacey, feeling like he'd accomplished something wonderful. He giggled and batted his false eyelashes, taking on a cute pose as he admired his handiwork. It was like before when he could only barely keep himself from staring at Lacey's makeup, the sight of himself wearing it keeping him from thinking about anything but how beautiful the reflection staring back at him was, how raw sexuality seemed to radiate off of her, how much he wanted to fuck her... "Thomas? Hey, where are you? The ceremony's about to start!" The familiar sound of Hiram's sweet voice shook him from his autoerotic fantasy. He looked into the mirror, trying to see if the image of Lacey was still there, but only the reflection of his well made-up face was there. How long had he been sitting there? Surely it couldn't have been more than 10, maybe fifteen minutes since Lacey left him there, right? The door swung open and in rushed Hiram. "Thomas-! Oh, there you are!" As he got closer to the dark skinned sissy and took a better look at his makeup and accessories, his expression changed from one of relief to one of surprise. "Wow, I didn't know you could do your own makeup." he said with a giggle. Thomas looked down as he felt his cheeks burning again. "I don't know how, I just kinda did it." "I guess you've been picking up a few tricks from when I've been doing it, you look great! Anyways, we need to get downstairs now. Mistress Bunny's right about to perform the offering." Thomas put his things back in the box and raced downstairs to the basement alongside Hiram. The basement was quite large and looked like it was put to a number of uses, though none of them seemed very related to the ritual. At the far end was a large bookcase with several unfilled shelves and a bar where they must've been storing and distilling the alcoholic beverages being served earlier. On the opposite wall by the foot of the steps were several large tubs each filled with what looked to be reddish-violet potpourri stew with a variety of herbs and flowers he couldn't identify. As he walked by, he got close enough to smell the pungent, fruity odor coming from it and immediately felt a bit light-headed as blood suddenly rushed down to his groin. "Don't get too close to those," Hiram said. "That's where Mistress Bunny makes the potions that go into her beverages and cosmetics. It's harmless when it's diluted, but the pure stuff is poison for most people. One sip and you'll orgasm yourself to a heart attack!" He helped keep his friend from falling over as they walked by the tubs and the dozens of finely clothed mannequins between them and the far wall. They went to a small doorway under the stairs and through the dark, candlelit corridor beyond into a large room filled with worshipers and acolytes. They were seated in a semicircle around a circular platform with strange runes and markings carved into it. Laid upon it was the woman who had caused the commotion at the party earlier, Allison. She was now naked, chained to the platform by cuffs bearing glowing runes that matched those on the platform, and rolling her head around in a dazed stupor. Past her was a dais with several ornate chairs placed in a row, the one in the center a large comfortable throne. Three people stood up there- Thomas could easily identify Amanda, the slit pupils of her catlike eyes shrinking to focus as she watched the sissies enter, and Lacey, whose makeup was now clearly mussed. She looked exhausted, and her legs seemed to wobble every once in a while. Between them was a shapely pale figure wearing a black cloak with red embroidery. She was even shorter compared to Lacey than Thomas had been, but she more than filled out with wide hips, a tiny waist, and a pair of hefty breasts. Her skin was milky white, so much that it almost seemed to glow in the dark chamber. Her other features clearly marked out who she was; she was the only woman in town with pink hair and eyes, and the only one sporting a heart-shaped eye patch over her left eye. They were so well known throughout town that even someone who had never seen her only needed to hear one of the many lurid stories about her to identify her as Bunny Moran. "Ah, Hiram. I imagined that your little friend ran out on us," Amanda said amusingly, resting her head on the back of her hand. She wasn't the only one with a look of contentment and curiosity though. It seemed that everyone in the room felt the same way when they looked at Thomas. Some eyed him like a piece of meat while others marveled at his beauty, loving the idea of such a beautiful creature joining their "sisterhood." Thomas didn't say anything back. His eyes had grown wide, and his pupils were dilated as he gazed upon Bunny. If Lacey had the aura of his mother, then Bunny had the aura of a goddess! He didn't know why, but he moved towards her without thinking, taking drunken steps until he was right in front of her. His legs felt as though they were made out of lead, and he collapsed onto his knees, kneeling in front of this divine creature. There was much excited murmuring coming from the worshipers and acolytes. They had each experienced the same thing that Thomas was now, and there seemed to be a cacophony of moans as each one of them experienced a wave of nostalgia. It took but a wave of Bunny's black gloved hand to quiet the congregation. She then turned her attention to the sissy that was basking in her glory like someone that had been denied sunlight for far too long. "I see we have a newcomer in our midst." Bunny's voice was light and airy, yet it carried a sense of power and dominance that Thomas couldn't hope to fathom. "State your name and purpose." Trembling, Thomas pulled up his slipped robe and got to his feet. Bunny's powerful aura weighed heavily upon him, keeping him bowed at the waist as he looked up timidly at her. "T-thomas, Thomas Brinkley," he stammered out. Bunny let out a quiet chuckle. He could feel her bright pink eye staring at him as if it was boring a hole straight through him to see everything inside. "Whitney's husband? How amusing. I suppose truth rings clear even to those who would refuse to hear it. Tell us why you're here, Thomas." "I, uh... I wanted to... to join your group, and learn what you had to teach." "I see. We allow any who present themselves to us to join our coven, and we enjoy bestowing our teachings upon others. I'm sure you would make a fine addition to our sisterhood." She looked out to the other worshipers. "But we are a democratic society here, and before you may join the rest of the coven must have their say. Who will nominate Thomas to enter our covenant?" Immediately, Hiram raised his hand. "I will, Mistress. I nominate Thomas to join with us." "Very well, any others?" Standing a little behind Bunny, Lacey also raised her hand. "I would also like for Thomas to join us, Mistress. As you said, he would make a lovely addition to our family." Bunny turned towards her and gave her a sweet smile that could've almost passed for a kiss before turned back t to the congregation. "What say the rest of you? Would you allow young Thomas to become a member of our sisterhood?" The room echoed with the voices of the worshipers as they all cried "Aye!" in unison. "Good, then let us begin the induction ceremony..." So simple. One could say that just joining their ranks was a little too easy. A simple hand raise and agreement was all it took to get in? If Thomas could think rationally, he certainly would have been a bit more suspicious of the way that Amanda was trying to hide her laughter behind her hand. Two cloaked figures helped Thomas to stand up straight and to help ease his incessant trembling. His cock was oozing precum, and quivering like it could blow at any moment. This made Bunny stop the procession and kneel down in front of Thomas, something that made everyone gasp and titter. "Well now. We can't have you going off before I want you to, now can we?" she asked with her face mere centimeters away from his turgid member. It was thick and the veins looked as if they were going to pop just by being in her presence. Without a care or pre-emptive preparation, she took the initiative and swallowed his member. It was like watching a magic trick as she made all eight inches of it disappear down her throat. One had to wonder if she was part snake! Thomas certainly did as he felt muscles that shouldn't exist massage and carress his dick like it were a genuine pussy. He was so close to blowing his load, but something was keeping him just on the edge. Her ministrations left a kiss mark right at the base of his cock. As she pulled back, letting a thin trail of saliva connect from her lips to the tip of his prick, the lipstick on his smooth skin began to glow with a dark purple light. The band of light began to materialize until there was a silver band around the base of his length, keeping Thomas hard as a rock but not allowing him to spill an ounce of his seed. This immediately made him groan and try to pull away from his holders, but they were much stronger than him despite their diminutive size. "That should do the trick," the woman said, licking her pink lips. "I'm sure Lilith would have been disappointed had you wasted such precious seed." She stood up and walked to the altar where Allison laid, followed closely by Lacey and Amanda. She and Lacey stopped right at Allison's head, while Amanda went around and got up onto the altar, kneeling between Allison's legs. Bunny looked her in the eye for a moment as if she was curious whether the blonde was ready to begin, to which Amada responded with a small nod, the smile on her face never wavering. With that, Bunny laid her index finger on Allison's forehead and channeled a small bit of energy through it. Allison's head jerked and her eyes flew wide open like someone waking from a nightmare. "Huh? Wha..." She looked around, not knowing where she was or who all the people around her were. The events of the party seemed like a distant memory to her, nothing more than a bad dream. Her eyes fell upon the bronze-skinned blonde sitting between her legs with that strange, frightful smile of hers and she suddenly remembered where she was. It hadn't been just a dream! She tried to get away, but the glowing manacles on her wrists and ankles held her still. "No! Get away from me! Leave me alone!" Bunny couldn't help but laugh at the woman's pitiful struggle. Lilith liked it when they tried to fight. Amidst Allison's cries and screams, Bunny began chanting in a strange guttural language that Thomas couldn't identify. The room quickly became very cold, and thought the candles and torches illuminating the room remained lit, the light seemed to dim. The decorative runes carved into the walls, floor, and fixtures of the room glowed brightly, brightest among them being the butterfly tattooed below Amanda's navel. Her robes were starting to billow out in a supernatural wind that swept the whole room. The others joined in chanting as something in the air changed. It was like when Bunny expanded he aura earlier in the service, but it went even further beyond that, causing everyone in the chamber to writhe and moan in pleasure. Thomas felt the wave of energy crash over him too as he suddenly felt as if something was stroking his cock and violating his ass at the same time. He thrust and gyrated his hips, not knowing what was coming over him and the other worshipers, just knowing that he wanted to cum! Each time he felt it boiling inside him, about to burst from him, the cock ring glowed and forced his muscles to clamp down, halting him from releasing. It was so severe it wouldn't even let precum out! The strange energy rose and built up the longer Bunny and the others kept chanting. Amanda's eyes had rolled back in her head and her mouth hung open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her huge, equine cock became erect and jutted out of her robes which threatened to tear away in the violent wind. Finally, the spell came to its climax as her eyes suddenly shifted from yellow to blood red. She collapsed over Allison, who was now lying in a puddle of her own juices from the orgasms the demonic aura had induced. "Lilith! Are you with us?" Bunny said once the chant was over, her brow drenched in sweat. Amanda quickly sat up and looked her dead in the eye, a feral look upon her face. "I am here," boomed a loud female voice. It seemed to come from nowhere; though the demon used Amanda as her earthly vessel, the witch was too strong to be controlled and puppeted like a normal possession victim. "We are bringing a newcomer into our flock and beseech you to bestow your gift upon him," said Bunny. The acolytes holding Thomas held him forward for Lilith's mortal vessel to see. "In return, we offer you the body and soul of this woman to use as you see fit." Bunny gestured to Allison. There was a short pause before the demonic voice replied to her, seemingly mulling over her words. "My, my mortal. Your household just continues to swell each and every time you force me to come and visit. Color me impressed," she said calmly yet sarcastically. Everyone just listened, not daring to say a word despite Lilith's disrespect for their Mistress. "And then you offer up this meal barely adequate enough for my imps! Bunny, Bunny, Bunny... You are just too much sometimes..." It seemed to get colder in the basement, but none seemed to mind since their bodies were burning up due to their own passions boiling over. "Yes, I know that she is older than what you would normally like, and I would have gotten you better, but this one was quite... adamant about being tonight's sacrifice. Why don't you hear for yourself?" The brunette's cries were feeble at this point with her voice nearly gone. All she could do was laul her head from side to side while her mouth moved with very little actually escaping her lips. What little did was just her saying "No," over and over. This only made Lilith hysterical, laughing at the pitiful display mercilessly. "Oh you humans are so rich. It's laughable. I'll just do anything for a soul, won't I? Fine, fine. I'll grant your request. I will accept this one into your household, and I shall allow him the use of my powers. However, this sacrifice will receive the brunt of my ire. When I am done with her... Well, you shall see. Know that this is what you have to look forward to once you stop amusing me," the demon gave fair warning that Bunny just smirked as if she were welcoming the challenge with open arms. Amanda's body suddenly became limp as the demon stopped possessing her. She appeared lightheaded and a bit tired despite her equine cock sticking out over a foot and a half long and nearly searing to the touch. With the help of Hiram, she was guided away from the table, just in time as thick, black tendrils of energy began to coalesce from out of thin air and began to subtly molest the older woman's body. They seemed to be mapping her out, learning about every physical nook and cranny of her body. The tendrils didn't stop until they were well versed with her flesh with two tendrils so close to her ears while another played about her midriff and began tickling her navel. Allison shivered as the cold tendrils slithered over her body. Even now they felt frighteningly invasive. She didn't need to see the small ones by her ears to know that they were there, threatening to force their way in. All the while, she could only think, why was this happening? She'd been in her study, relaxing and reading the old journal, and now all this... she just wanted it to stop. Unfortunately for Allison, Lilith didn't care what the older woman wanted. If anything, she was thoroughly entertained by Allison's terror and distress. It certainly helped to spice up what she'd thought would be a bland meal. Without further ado, the tendrils plunged deep into her ear canals, pushing through to her brain with no regard for normal anatomy. Allison's mouth flew open in a silent scream, staying open as they flattened and spread out, sinking into every crack and wrinkle. At the same time, the one teasing her navel suddenly stabbed through her belly button. Black veins spread and rippled visibly under Allison's skin, moving out until they covered her whole body. The woman shook and convulsed as her flesh seemed to melt into an indistinct clay-like consistency, only given shape by bones that were themselves popping and cracking as they were transformed. Her hips and breasts exploded outwards, giving her an exaggerated hourglass figure. Her previously toned thighs and butt swelled out, giving enough cushion to raise the lower half of her body off the altar. All of the signs of her age, from the stretch marks on her belly to the wrinkles on her face were erased and her skin rendered perfectly smooth and youthful- it was like the clock was rolled back on her by 20 years. Fat and collagen were pumped into her face making it rounder, and causing her lips to bloom out into perfectly plump cocksuckers. Her tongue lengthened until it extended a good 7 inches from her open mouth. A lump started forming at her pubic mound and grew lengthwise, a cock head mushrooming out of the end as it jutted out like a battering ram into a fully erect phallus. Her interior anatomy shifted about to accommodate a pair of internal testes. All of these changes would've been excruciatingly painful if not for Lilith completely rewiring Allison's nervous system. She could no longer experience pain normally- all of her nerve endings had been altered to convert it into a pleasurable experience, one that she would constantly crave. It was already having its effect as her pussy glistened with juices and her newly grown cock leaked precum. Her silent scream quickly turned into a wide smile of orgasmic euphoria, her long tongue wiggling about in the air. The tendrils that snaked into Allison's ears were also hard at work destroying her mind. She didn't have time to resist. Lilith wasn't a mere imp who had to wait for thoughts to bubble up before she could alter them. She simply obliterated any and all thoughts and memories she came across, replacing them with things she felt would be more relevant for a cock hungry bimbo. Allison's life had been quite a wholesome one- loving parents, schoolgirl crushes, dream of becoming a successful writer and graduating valedictorian from high school marked her childhood and adolescence, while marriage, the birth of her children and the publishing of several well received horror novels defined her later years. None of that would work, it all had to go. Lilith rewrote everything to fit a new narrative- her parents had both been sex crazed hermaphrodites, so it was only fitting that she be born with the family birth mark. They exposed to sex from a young age when she walked in on them one night while her "mother" was fucking her 'father's" ass and invited her to join in on the fun. They knew how she would turn out and trained her in all forms of pleasure, encouraging her to practice on her siblings and buying revealing clothes to attract the eyes of others. She solicited sex from so many students in school that they would've kicked her out had she not also been screwing the faculty at the same time. After graduating with the good grades her teachers paid for her services, she went from place to place, shacking up with different pimps and johns until a single night of recklessness with one resulted in pregnancy. Always one to make the best of a bad situation, she guilt tripped him into marrying her to make it easier to extort him for cash. She continued to see other men, spending her husband's money on plastic surgery and implants for her breasts and ass to keep her looking young all the while. She made sure to raise her son just as her parents raised her, teaching him about the finer points of sex and dressing him in girl's clothes to make sure he had a leg up in the game. She went on to pump out a few more brats with her personal piggy bank, raising them as best as she could. They all took after her closely... except her little girl. A goodie-two-shoes, that one, always on the straight and narrow with good grades and volunteerism. A true rebel, even before her teenage years. She sorted her out eventually, tying her down to the bed and letting everyone at school have their way with her. She was learning so quickly now... It almost brought a tear to her eye! The acolytes watched on in awe at the woman's transformation. Lilith had been known to take things pretty far, and this certainly wasn't as far as she normally went. Still, the overall transformation left them in awe. It appeared that she was not done yet however as her brunette locks lengthened and grew in volume, piling on top of her head and framing her face like a halo. Lashes lengthened, and her makeup grew thick and wet yet oh so permanent. No one would be able to resist those cherry red cocksuckers on her face, and the shadow around her eyes made them look bigger, yet the way her eyes couldn't open fully gave her a case of constant bedroom eyes. It had been a special kind of treatment that she asked one of her clients for - trimming the muscles in her eyelids. This way no matter where she was, her eyes, as well as the rest of her body could only scream sex and lots of it. When the woman's body was complete, and when Lilith was done amusing herself with this innocent yet unfortunate person, a tendril pierced between her soft lips and plunged deep into her body, and all those that had the ability to see mystic auras could see every last bit of white being drained out of Allison until there was completely nothing left but an empty void with nothing to guide its body but the memories and urges that had been given to it. Even as the tentacle left her lips, Allison's tongue was wrapped around it, trying to tug it back in. She pouted when it wouldn't come back and jerked her hips. "Ah come on~" she slurred slightly, looking up and around from her spot on the altar. Staring into her partially opened eyes, the spark of life was gone. The only thing that one could see would be the need to be fucked and filled by every cock in the room. Not only that, but her cock was also twitching wildly. All thirteen inches of solid, veiny meat was aching for a tight hole to ream. Ass, pussy, mouth - it didn't matter so long as she got to jizz in something. By this point, it didn't even have to be human. The immorality of fucking within her own species was lost to her that night she snuck down to Mexico with her friends and got a bit to intimate with a certain donkey. Her pussy lips were still black and bruised from that long and satisfying fuck. They drooled and hung a bit loose from her mound like meat curtains. "Well now," Bunny said, looking over Allison's changed body with a curious look in her eye. "If this is what I have to look forward to, I don't think I would mind at all. Though, perhaps that can be arranged after I've had my own fill. Hm?" She spoke lightheartedly, but it was this aloofness that kept Lilith's irritation burning. One day she would get this mortal, and the last laugh would be hers, but for now she seemed content enough to grant her wishes in exchange for amusement; not souls. The soul game was for demons that could not stand atop a mountain of a million corpses while their concubines pleasured them in every way possible all while they controlled armies that could turn the human world to ash. "Now then," Bunny continued expectantly. "I believe we had a deal."Just then, it felt like everyone's eyes were once more on Thomas. Lilith's spectacle had the effect of making people lose sight on what was important, and for this ritual it was bringing Thomas into the fold. Thomas looked around, frightened and backing up slowly as though it were possible to outrun a demon. Everyone of the onlookers looked at him sympathetically since they all knew what was to happen next. After all, they too had gone through the same, sacrificing loved ones for a chance to ascend beyond human boundaries. The mysterious tendrils returned nearly as fast as they had disappeared. This time they were a dark crimson - the color of blood: Lilith's. The sissy didn't even have time to dodge or try to escape. They were as fast as lightning, wrapping around his arms and legs, pulling him into a spread eagle fashion in the air. Try as he might, the tentacles couldn't even pierce him fast enough. Ears, mouth, nostrils, ass, and cock - nothing was left open. They buried deeply into his orifices, not relenting no matter how far they went. "Struggle human," he heard a voice say in his head. "At least make this fun for me." Just then, a powerful shock of demonic energy coursed through his body, making his body go rigid against the bindings. The tendrils pushed deeper and deeper into his body with no signs of stopping. Bulges in his throat, stomach, and testicles formed as they carved a path deep into him, leaving no part untouched. The denial of oxygen, along with the blood red tentacles pouring into every crevasse of his brain, made him light-headed but Lilith wouldn't allow him to go that easily. Every once in a while, she would let a little air into his lungs to make him fight for his breath. The other tentacles worked against every normal function of his body, causing severe cramps in his gut and prostate as muscles convulsed involuntarily against them. Thomas's violation wasn't just physical. Those who could see auras could see red tendrils piercing through his aura, slow darkening it from white to a deep shade of magenta. Much to Lilith's amusement, the sissy was actually putting up a fight! It seemed he was quite determined to not let his wife go, even though she'd already made it clear that she wouldn't forgive his choices. Even now, he still clung to fond memories of their wedding, their first date, and all the shattered dreams of their future together he'd had. Such things represented an obstacle to opening him to the energies of the Void- one that was easily surmounted, but nonetheless proved amusing to Lilith. Thomas didn't know what this... thing was doing to him, but already he was regretting it. His earlier discomfort from being denied orgasm was nothing compared to the pain he felt from the tentacles fucking him so deeply and squeezing his balls internally. Amid a flurry of confusion and regret, one thing kept repeating in his head- 'Does it have to hurt this badly!?' Out of reflex, his thoughts turned toward his wife. He knew she didn't want anything to do with him after he'd chosen Hiram and Bunny's cult over her, but it was hard to break old habits- those thoughts were like his happy place where he could retreat to whenever things got rough. He thought back to their wedding day. He'd never been more honest with anyone than when he made his vows to her. She looked like an angel then... It was a stab in the heart to know that he was breaking those vows. "Feeling sentimental? How cute." There wasn't a place in Thomas's mind that Lilith couldn't invade. Memories, emotions, thoughts - she could see all of them as plain as day. In fact, she could augment them however she liked. Even those he tried to flee to... For the first time she revealed herself, or rather a representation of herself. She stood right next to his wife at the altar in her beautiful, white wedding dress. Lilith must have been seven feet tall, staring at him from above. Her hair was a shocking silver and reached down to the middle of her back. Two onyx horns, over a foot long each crowned the top of her head. Her eyes, as red as rubies, penetrated him with a smug look. Despite this, she was a beautiful creature, going more for a super model's look than Bunny's love for curves. "You love her, don't you? Hm. She's not bad, I suppose, as far as you humans go. Still, she's a fool, clinging onto the words of a senile old man..." Lilith grabbed Whitney by the shoulder and slowly licked the side of her face with a nine inch forked tongue. The woman showed no reaction, but that didn't stop Lilith from violating her, ripping off part of her wedding dress to expose her delicious brown cleavage. Even though it was his wife, Thomas was blushing. He didn't notice, but he was actually wearing his tuxedo and appeared exactly how he looked that day. "Not going to stop me, are you? Or were you just waiting for your turn?" The demoness's hands slipped down to fondle Whitney's breasts, squeezing her ample flesh and twisting the dark brown nubs of her nipples. Whitney's expression didn't change much, but Thomas could hear a quiet moan escape her lips. He could feel his cock straining against his pants as he watched the sick display. He glanced out to the pews, hoping someone else might come to the rescue, but instead of his and Whitney's relatives, he saw the robed figures of Bunny's congregation occupying the seats and watching his wife's defilement. Lilith continued to strip away Whitney's clothes, ripping her skirt wide open and tearing off her panties to reveal her glistening nether lips. "How pathetic. Someone's molesting your wife right in front of you, and you're just going to stand there with your dick hanging out. I guess you weren't man enough for her after all..." Thomas felt his tuxedo starting to get bigger and baggier until the pants were able to slide right off of him, revealing smooth, thin feminine legs. His hair grew out and his face took on a feminine profile, chin becoming pointed and lips becoming soft and plump. He looked down at himself and ran his hands across his body to examine what had happened to him. "What did you do to me?" "I simply remade your body to reflect your true nature, and might I say, you look much better this way," Lilith said, slipping her fingers deep into Whitney's pussy. The dark skinned woman started to react more visibly now, letting out a loud cry as her eyes rolled back. Her previously done-up hair was starting to fall around her shoulders. Her torn dress was falling away and her breasts looked bigger than before. "Looks like this one's starting to see the truth as well." This was Lilith's plan, tainting the memory of Thomas's wedding day. It was the one lynchpin that kept him together and stopped his soul from becoming fully tainted by the darkness the demoness offered. He could only watch in grim fascination as the church grew dark. The once holy place turned into a black cathedral. Stained glass portraits of saints turned into portraits of demons fornicating and tempting mortals. White candles lit to celebrate this joyous occasion were now red with a black flame. Flowers, white lilies that had been picked by the bride were now deep red roses with the sharpest of thorns. They adorned every black column and made up the bride's bouquet that was now thrown carelessly on the ground. "Ah, what a beautiful wedding," said neither Lilith nor Thomas but to the preacher or rather priestess presiding over the event. Her statement was ironic, for her eyes were covered by a black, leather blindfold. She nodded once towards Thomas and once again towards Whitney. "You two make for a very lovely couple. Such passion and thirst for pleasure is a sign of a blessing. Come, let us join you both in unholy matrimony and as a part of our family. Cupbearer, would you please bring it." A cloaked figure stepped forward, holding a golden goblet filled to the brim with sticky, white seed. "The congregation has been so gracious enough to fill this cup for you both. Thomas, will you do the honors first?" Thomas looked around at changes taking place in the cathedral. This wasn't how he remembered things going, was it? He had an image of a nice, well lit Christian church, Whitney wearing a beautiful dress and not being molested by a demon, himself not looking like a woman, of saying his vows and kissing his new wife in affirmation of them, but that image was quickly fading from his mind. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like a dream. There wasn't a nice church, but rather this great hall of worship for all things unholy and depraved. It hadn't actually been Whitney's father giving her away, but this tall, statuesque demon that had her in its clutches. And their vows hadn't been sealed with a kiss, but with a sip from the chalice being offered to them... Moving as if guided by some invisible hand, he took the goblet into his hands and brought it to his lips. The musky semen inside was thick and heavy on his tongue and tasted like the nectar of the gods. He couldn't get enough of it! He kept drinking until the cloaked acolyte took it from him to keep him from consuming it all. It left him with a warm, tingling feeling that radiated out to the rest of his body, especially his cock. It was such an intense rush that he fell to his knees, bucking his hips wildly as his erect cock leaked precum all over the floor. He barely registered Whitney being forced to drink from the goblet herself, trembling and nearly collapsing as red symbols began to glow all over her body. Runes started to show on his body too, the most prominent being the red butterfly above his navel. The blindfolded priestess grinned at the new development, sensing what was happening rather than seeing it. "Oh fuck! Thomas..." The wanton voice of his wife filled his ears. He looked up in his utterly lust filled haze at Whitney. The woman had her legs wrapped around Lilith's torso and her hands around her neck from behind while the demoness mauled her newly grown melons, viciously squeezing and tugging at the nipples, pulling them taut and causing the brown skinned beauty's pussy to spurt its juices like a water hose. "Oh my! It's like they're filled with butter! So soft and supple, consider it a wedding present from me human," she mocked the transformed Whitney whose body was being wracked by a masochistic orgasm. "I'm so glad you like them too, and it would appear that your husband would love nothing more than to take you. What kind of wedding would this be if the bride and groom didn't fornicate in front of everyone? A true testament of love, no?" She said that to be funny, but Thomas didn't seem to think so. He stood back up on wobbly legs, dick painfully erect and twitching. His eyes were empty, and his mouth was wide open and salivating. Lilith dropped Whitney to the floor, her limbs splayed out akimbo and her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Her now massive breasts overflowed from her torn dress, her hips and ass having also grown to stretch out the bottom half of her corset. And between her legs, Thomas could see a new addition to her: from between her legs jutted out a large, erect penis, two inches wide and almost a foot long. It easily dwarfed the average sized pecker sticking out from his groin. The instant he laid eyes on it, Thomas felt an insatiable urge to have it inside him. He slowly crept over like he was hypnotized, his eyes never wavering from the huge erection before him. As he got close, he could see little lines of glowing demonic energy trailing around it like vines. He walked until he straddled her wide hips and sank down to his knees, her cock poking right against his pucker. Forcing himself further down onto it, it didn't take much pressure for it to enter, causing him to cry out loudly and her to buck her hips up into his. In an instant, it was completely buried in his ass. The sudden action also caused Lilith to let out a quiet gasp as she watched the couple make love before the worshipers. The final barrier was quickly falling away, and her energy was pouring into Thomas, searing her mark onto his soul. Soon enough, he would belong to her completely as another servant in Bunny's cult. "Oh my, my, my... Such a greedy human! And you had everyone fooled that you were just some shy thing. Oh no, no, no. This is the true Thomas, or is that even still your name anymore?" The demoness was right behind him now, pressing her bosom against his back. She spoke in his ear with that intoxicating voice, and every word she uttered only served to cloud his mind further, sending him to the very depths of depravity - somewhere that no human could ever return from. He didn't seem to mind though, or perhaps he had lost all capacity for free thought at this point. He was like an animal now, addicted to the rut! He could feel every vein in his pseudo-wife's cock as he continued his staccato thrust, sending him deeper into the Void - deeper into Lilith's demonic embrace. Lilith would be lying if she said that she didn't like this human. Well, like would be too strong of a word. Thomas simply appealed to her, amused her, gave her a chuckle when she thought that she had nothing to gain. She could not let this go unrewarded... A purple glow once again surrounded his body, only this time he wasn't getting pounded by tentacles. It stopped his body on the upthrust, freezing both him and his wife so just Whitney's cock head was barely in the cock slut. Thomas's mouth could still wor