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He pinned her against the closet wall, pounding into her sopping wet pussy hard and fast, clamping a hand over her mouth to quiet her needy moans. Everyone else was still here, working in the surrounding offices, and they couldn't make too much noise, or they'd be discovered for sure. The rhythmic thumping of his hips shaking the wall would just have to be excused as ongoing construction or a problem with the heating. Whatever, really. The only thing he knew was that he wasn't going to pull out of his coworker unless the world suddenly collapsed around them, and maybe not even then. Her wet, warm tightness felt far too good.

Then, he could feel her cumming. Gushing around his cock, spasming and rippling, clenching and squeezing as she moaned into his rough palm. He wasn't far behind, and after just a few more thrusts, he throbbed inside her, painting her insides white with his cum once again, just as he had so many times before. In rope after thick, wonderful, rope. He grinded against her, trying to force himself as deep as possible into that heated, blissful place between her legs.

Frank and Amoreena weren't exactly a couple. They were a pair of colleagues at what they liked to call the world's most boring office, though. They'd started at just about the same time, and after a few months of commiseration, they'd ended up having some amount of fun in a closet, then the printer room, and eventually even the boss' office when he'd left for the day. Anything to make the job less boring, was how they put it, and they'd ended up making it a recurring inside joke. Any time one of them said they were bored or didn't have enough to do, the other automatically knew what they meant was that they wanted to fuck.

Otherwise, they were similar enough where it counted. Both liked men, for one, although thankfully for Amoreena, Frank happened to like women just as much. They shared a similar biting sense of humor, often sarcastic and directed at their somewhat less than pleasant boss. At the same time, they were different, too. Amoreena had very pale skin, whereas Frank was tanned. She was the driving force behind them hitting it off to begin with, being very social and extroverted, whereas Frank was rather solitary by nature and rarely initiated conversations. Though with Amoreena, he had commented on her tattooed arms on occasion; both of them were covered with tattoos all the way from shoulder to wrist.

That had, to say the least, intrigued him. But it'd still taken Amoreena's outgoing personality and rather high sex drive – often even higher than his! – to really get things started. The first time, she had dragged him by the collar into the closest, pulled up her office skirt, and basically ordered him to fuck her.

He had, of course, obliged. Frank thought of himself as fairly dominant, but as many dominant men might tell you, exceptions were fine in the right circumstances, and getting to fuck someone as pretty – no, sexy – as Amoreena was one of those situations. After their first rutting had left Amoreena even hornier than she had been before, and her panties soaked with both her juices and his cum, they'd fucked like rabbits for the entire first week, whenever they could get away from their duties for even a moment. And it'd been wonderful. The forbidden pleasure of using their paid work hours to explore every inch of each other's bodies, instead of doing their jobs, was intoxicating for a good few months.

Eventually, it'd become routine, too. Pleasurable, yes, and very exciting, certainly, but still routine. There were only so many positions one could try at an office, and only so many ways to feed their growing kink for exhibitionism and other taboos. As such today Amoreena had recommended something that initially had Frank react as if she'd lost her mind entirely.

“We should join a cult," she grinned, panting, as she tried to stem the flow of thick, spent seed oozing from her puffy pussy. “I mean, like one of those pleasure cults with sex rituals and all-“

“What?" had been Frank's first word upon hearing them. He could barely believe he had heard her correctly. A cult. They were regular office workers. Regular office workers didn't join cults, that was for strange outcasts, power-hungry narcissists, and those utterly depressed and needing to change their lives, often for the worse in some futile act of self-harm.

“Oh come on, I don't mean ones like the Science-Elegists or anything! There's just this fun demon based cult-“ she started again as she worked on pulling her panties back up over her sweaty legs, “-like, I don't think they actually summon demons or that demons exist at all but the rituals look hot as fuck. Hey, on a sidenote, maybe you could pull out next time? My panties are already getting totally soaked, ugh!"

Frank stared at her blankly. Part of it was that he'd just cum so hard inside her that his thoughts were sluggish as hell, sloshing slowly around his head. He certainly liked orgasms, but they weren't good for problem solving. The other part was that what Amoreena was saying was so out of left field that he was questioning if he had passed out after fucking her and was actually still out of it, having bizarre sex-tinged dreams.

“A cult," he repeated, flatly. “You want to join a sex cult."

“Yeah? They do all kinds of orgies and ritualistic sex that lasts for hours, it's hot, alright?" Amoreena laughed as she got the rest of her clothes back on.

Frank didn't really have much of a reply right away. He told Amoreena that he'd think about it. The cult in question was headquartered not too far away, in a mansion at the edge of town that'd once belonged to a famous spiritualist. And, as Frank researched it, it seemed relatively harmless. They (pretended to) summon demons to make themselves even hornier, using sexual rituals, but obviously that wasn't real. It didn't seem terribly sinister, no more so than a slightly more adult tabletop gaming group might, and if Amoreena got off to the idea of having tantric sex while swept in dark, heavy robes, Franke didn't really see a reason to disagree.

He felt ridiculous the first time he wore one of those robes. Still, the self-conscious embarrassment was quickly and easily brushed aside when the cult ordered him to fuck five of their horny members, each woman positioned at the end of a chalk pentagram drawn on the floor, while the rest of them chanted something mostly indecipherable around them.

“Just like that?" he asked, wide-eyed, glancing at the four robed and hooded women already eagerly spreading their legs for him, and the fifth, that being Amoreena, sitting down to join them in their profane ritual with a mile-wide grin on her face.

“As the mistress wills it," the cult leader, his name a mystery, intoned with a grave seriousness that contrasted poorly with his – and every other member's – obvious erections.

Still, as they said; when in Rome…

Frank shed his robes and began, doing his duty in the cult for the first time. He knelt between a total stranger's legs – her features above her waist masked by the flowing robes, but for a strategic gap that showed off her heavy breasts – and took her in for a moment before doing what his urges were screaming at him to do. She certainly looked beautiful from what Frank could see. He'd never really considered that he'd be in a situation like this, about to fuck not just one complete stranger, but four of them, and so he hesitated. A glance towards Amoreena, though, showed that she was already dripping wet and eagerly staring at Franke and the others, clearly urging him on with her lustful gaze.

So, he did what he had been asked to do, and mounted the first of the women. She moaned happily as Frank's cock slid inside her and he began to thrust. Specifically, his job here was to make each of them cum in a specific order, like the order you'd draw the points of a pentagram.

Well, he knew how to make a woman cum. And they were all dripping wet already, so it wouldn't take long. Though it was a new and rather strange scenario for Frank, he got to work.

“I mean, I can put up with the chanting if it means we get to do that more often," he laughed afterwards, utterly drained after bringing five women to orgasm, one after the other. His very cock ached. Thankfully, he'd only had to cum once, and he'd saved his seed for Amoreena as usual.

“I'm just curious about what demon they're pretending to summon," she grinned. “I bet it's a hot one."

“Kinda sounded like Sitri," Frank replied. “Not that I've ever heard about him."

Nor would they. The novice members weren't told much more than to fuck each other according to the instructions provided by the high priests. The demon they were attempting to summon was indeed Sitri, demonic prince of desire between men and women, as well as nudity… and some other things that 17th-century authors weren't aware of due to gaps in the little research they had done.

Still, for those few initial meetings, everything seemed to be alright. No otherworldly presence ever made itself known, at least not so that Frank and Amoreena would've noticed. And the rituals continued every other week. Sometimes it was the women who were being fucked and brought to orgasm in ritualistic fashion. Other times, the men, which Frankie found himself rather enjoying. No surprise, there; it seemed as if every man enjoyed the break from having to be the active party in sex.

Their rituals and worship were being heard, however. A presence listened to each orgy the cult hosted, waiting for the day the veil was thin enough to step through, its long-forgotten form invigorated by the mortals sacrificing their pleasure to him.

Frank and Amoreena, on their part, settled in, both rather enjoying their visits to the cult. It was clear enough, to them, that it was all mere roleplay and pretending. At least, that's what the two lovers thought until the last meeting of the year, scheduled for the dark few days between Christmas and New Year.

Amoreena leaned back in the passenger seat as Frankie drove, once more, to the old mansion. “It's supposed to be some kind of big, important day," she noted, casually. “Some holy day of that demon they've been trying to summon, Sitri."

“Well, I'd imagine that means there'll be more sex than usual," Frank chuckled. “Just not sure my cock can take much more in a single day."

“Pff, getting old over there? I think I could handle at least double the current orgasms, you're just lazy," Amoreena giggled. She only ever giggled when very relaxed, which bode well for tonight. “Heck, give me a cock and I'll show you how it's done."

“Afraid to say mine doesn't come off," Frank grunted. “But guess you could ask if you can wear a strap-on…"

“Ah, I'll settle for getting my pussy filled at that point," she sighed dramatically. “Just saying, if you happen to find a spare cock…"

Frank had absolutely zero doubt that Amoreena would fuck quite vigorously if she were so equipped. She also tended to fluctuate between dominance and submission, usually following the pleasure, which meant she was unpredictable, and the kind of urges brought by testosterone and having a cock would only make it worse.

Frank chuckled to himself imagining Amoreena with a cock as they drove the last mile or so along a solitary gravel road cutting through the dense forest. She'd certainly be a force to be reckoned with. Though, he thought, while focusing on the road, she would probably end up being on the receiving end anyway. Amoreena loved getting fucked to a degree that Frank was, frankly, jealous of.

Finally, they pulled up at the mansion. The other cultists were all there, already. Or at least, their cars were. Frank couldn't actually see any people, but they were presumably already inside preparing the most important ritual of the year. He felt his cock twitch at the thought of it, eagerly awaiting whatever hedonism and debauchery they ordered him to do this time.

Usually, though, there'd be more lights and noise.

“Well, let's head in, I guess. God, I can't wait to-“ Amoreena started, giggling in her usual horny, relaxed way.

“-wait, be quiet for a moment please," Frankie interrupted her. He strained his ears to listen.

“Yeah? What is it?" she asked quietly, dropping her voice to a whisper.

“I can't hear anyone," he noted. And indeed, the silence was downright eerie. They heard no chanting, no small talk, no moaning. Nothing but the wintery silence of the forest. “But their cars are here."

“Oh? That's probably not a big deal. Maybe the current ritual is just a silent one? Let's head in and see," Amoreena smiled, deliberately brushing aside what worries she might've had about it all in the pursuit of carnal pleasures. “I mean, unless they actually managed to summon a demon, haha."

Despite his companion's jovial approach to the situation, Frank felt rather uneasy about it. It wasn't at all like the cult to be this quiet. They were always talkative or actively chanting while performing the rituals. The silence meant that either they were fully focused on something of great importance, or they were… otherwise indisposed. Frank found himself worrying; cults, after all, weren't known for being the most rational groups, and he had grown rather fond of the horny members of this one.

Slowly, he and Amoreena approached the mansion, making their way onto the porch and then through the heavy front door. Even as they stepped inside, they couldn't hear anyone at all. The way to the “ritual area" – the basement, repurposed – was lit with candles as always, but there was nobody attending them, and several had already gone out.

“Yeah okay, there's something going on here," Amoreena admitted. “Let's be a bit careful."

The basement had a deathly calm about it. And when the two arrived at the bottom of the stairs, they immediately saw why; every member of the cult was sprawled out on the floor, unmoving. Some naked, some still wearing their robes. On the floor was another profane symbol, this one far more complex than a pentagram. But Frank's attention was focused on his acquaintances.

“Fuck me! Are they-“ Frank exclaimed, before diving for the nearest one to check her pulse with a pair of fingers pressed against the side of her neck. “-this one's alive at least…"

Amoreena checked another one, the cult leader. He, too, was still breathing, simply unconscious. While she moved from one member to the next, she became increasingly aware of how thick the air felt in the basement. Thick, charged with something that wasn't quite electric but close enough to it. A raw animalistic energy, almost, that made Amoreena's pale skin tingle.

“Something's off," she said, quietly. “Gas leak?"

“They don't have gas in places this distant," Frank replied, as he put his fingers on another neck. “Carbon monoxide from the candles maybe? But if so, it's dissipated already."

It wasn't, it couldn't be. There were nowhere near enough candles to cause it, not in a large and airy basement like this one. But he felt it too; a perpetual tension in the air, a shiver that made his hair stand up and… well, he adjusted his pants to hide a growing erection. While none of the people in the room would've minded a hard cock, it wasn't the right time for it.

Amoreena was wet, too. Thoughts of stripping the unconscious bodies naked kept flashing through her mind. Perverted ideas of riding their sleeping cocks until they came inside her, and worse. She tried to force those fantasies out of her head, and in doing so, she stumbled a few steps into the middle of the strange symbol painted on the ground. Instantly, her body seized, and at first, she expected to fall, but then realized that Frank was perfectly still too. Time itself had stopped around her.

“Ah, so you will be my new host?" a deep, rumbling voice spoke, from somewhere behind her, unaffected by the unnatural stillness. “A woman? Interesting."

Amoreena tried to reply but couldn't. Then she almost panicked as she realized no air moved between her lips, and yet, neither did she feel any need to breathe. It makes sense if time isn't moving. Calm down, girl. You'll get through this. Whatever this is.

“Furless, female. Fascinating how the times and worlds change, is it not?" the voice continued. Amoreena saw a flash of something striped in the corner of her vision. “At least I can sense your lust. Your hunger. We will only need a few adjustments…"

Who are you?

As if hearing her thoughts, the being replied immediately. “You should know. You have been trying to summon me for months, now," it laughed, cruelly. And then it stepped into her vision; a humanoid form of pure muscle, clad in the fur of a tiger, with an unbearably wide grin that seemed to wrap all around its skull, filled with endless sharp fangs. And between its legs, a massive cock that hung half-hard and almost all the way down to its knees. The sight was obscene, but Amoreena couldn't close her frozen eyes. And the sight of it – no matter how wrong – immediately intensified the lust that'd already been growing in her loins all day.

“Sitri," the creature purred, its voice thick as syrup and yet smooth and seductive. “Demon of desire and transfiguration. And you shall be my host."

It reached out, a single claw extended to brush against Amoreena's forehead. Then, in a flash, it was gone, and she found herself falling headlong onto the thankfully pillow-covered floor while Franke was already rushing towards her.

“What- are you alright?" he asked, before interrupting himself out of sheer urgency, “We're getting out of here. There's something wrong. Gotta call an ambulance. Can you stand?"

She could hear the sheer fear in Frank's voice. For some reason, it sounded hot to her. Delicious. Amoreena shook her head.

“No, I'm, I'm okay, I think," she insisted. “But yes, we should… get out."

With that, she lost her footing again. Thankfully, this time Frank was ready to catch her. With a grunt of exertion, he lifted her up and walked up the basement stairs as fast as he could, not daring to even look behind him.

He placed her in the passenger seat, got in himself, slammed the door shut behind him, and peeled off the gravel driveway to the mansion, speeding away from the mansion at an irresponsible speed given the poor visibility and surrounding trees. They'd get to his house and decide what to do from there, that was the plan.

But as Frank drove, Amoreena was feeling something entirely different from panic or fear. She felt good, her body practically rippling with raw, primal power. The world around her seemed vivid and ripe for the taking, at least if it hadn't been for the concurrent relaxation that left her leaning back in her seat, simply basking in the sensations.

Those thoughts returned again. The perverted thoughts of doing all kinds of nasty, sexual things. This time, it was all centered on Frank. She wanted to taste every inch of him.

But there was discomfort, too, mixed in with the excitement and growing pleasure. An itchy feeling that seemed to cover her entire form. A pressure just between her legs that seemed to only grow with each passing second. And her feet were starting to feel too large for her shoes. That last one she could, at least, do something about. Amoreena kicked off her shoes, sighing with relief as her feet came free. They were starting to feel so very sensitive.

Naturally. Every part of you will be sensitive. But we'll start with the most obvious.

“Wait, who said that?" Amoreena blurted out.

“Hm? Nobody's said anything," Frank replied. “Just hold on, we'll be home soon. The doctors can check your head too, make sure you didn't get a concussion or anything!"

But naturally, Amoreena hardly felt as if she needed doctors. No, she needed someone to devour, to lust for and to take, and-

-her hand brushed over that feeling of pressure in her loins, where her clit felt so very swollen, like it was about to explode with pleasure. She let out a gasping little breath as she felt it. A distinct hardness, just under the fabric. Like her clit was growing into a cock.

A cock, yes. A distinct improvement to the female form, don't you think? Take those pants off.

She couldn't do anything but obey. Amoreena's slender fingers undid the button on her jeans – Frank was too focused on driving far too fast to notice – and tugged them down, shuddering as cool air washed over her engorged clit. Already, she was bigger and thicker. And now the dark voice in her skull was saying that she'd grow a cock. Amoreena clenched at the thought. That sensitive little nub was lengthening, slowly swelling outwards with each beat of her heart. It felt right to touch it, to encourage it to grow, and so she did, gently and subtly caressing herself in the dark, illuminated only by the regular passing streetlights.

It felt wonderful, glorious, to have herself swelling between her fingers. Firm and hard. Just the way any good cock was supposed to be. As she grew, she fantasized about putting that newfound cock to use. If she could transform like this, then perhaps so could others. Maybe caused by her to create more playmates. She tried to resist, but it was hopeless from the get-go. It felt far too good, her pleasure overriding both fear and hesitation.

Oh yes. And you will begin with your friend. But not yet, we need to finish improving you first.

She let out a choking growl as her entire body seized, muscle growing where she had previously had only soft, feminine skin. Her arms, just like her cock, were beginning to bulge with masculine power. Yet, the demon possessing her was not so simple-minded as to turn her into a full male. No, she'd be his avatar, the personification of his boundless lusts. That meant keeping those beautiful, shapely breasts. It also meant making every inch of her so sensitive that she could never resist her urges.

Amoreena groaned again as her feet twitched. They were creaking as they grew, slowly, into something more akin to tigrine paws. Nails sharpened into pointed claws, her toes shortened into something to support them as fur grew over her legs, spreading downwards. Fur. It felt so comfortable and warm as it began to cover her body. But her focus was drawn to two spots where the sensations were so intense, they felt like they glowed white-hot. Her feet and her clit.

Her clit already looked more like a cock. A long, beautiful cock that slowly hardened into a proper phallic shape, burning up with desire to sink inside someone and impossibly hot to the touch. Yet just below that beautiful shaft that almost reached up to her bellybutton, something heavier was forming. Her curious hand slipped down, only to discover a pair of balls. No, more. She felt far too heavy. It was more, surely. Four, at least. Each radiating with a kind of feeling that Amoreena had never felt before, an unpleasant fullness that needed to be emptied.

It needed to be emptied inside someone. Inside Frank. But not yet. She was too fixated on the other things happening to herself. The way curling her toes made her cock throb eagerly, how sensitive her soles felt, how her spine cracked and snapped as she grew taller to accommodate for more muscle, all deeply permeated by the raw, bestial lust that she felt. A desire to mount, to rut, to fuck someone while digging her claws into their hips and forcing herself into them, or even better, seducing them until they willingly impaled themselves on her wonderful cock, moaning and riding her with feverish need. Her genitals might have changed, but her personality had not. No matter how much the demonic presence transforming and twisting her body tried to force her into pure dominance, Amoreena would always enjoy being pinned down and used.

The car came to a stop. And then Frank looked at her. His eyes went wide, and without a word he scrambled out of the door, fumbling with the handle and his seatbelt for a good minute while being forced to watch Amoreena finish her transformation into a very tall, strong, and masculine tiger. Her scent, even, was overwhelming, burning in Frank's nostrils like the most potent aphrodisiac.

“W- what the- what happened-“ he stuttered the instant he fell out of the car, and Amoreena exited on the other side, her cock looking even bigger as it stuck straight out when she stood up. “T-t-the demon? This can't be real, it can't be."

“It's very real, Frank," Amoreena groaned. A clawed hand slipped down to squeeze her perfect, beautiful erection. “Rrrf. Oh, you're going to love this thing…"

She looked to be drooling at the thought. Frank had to fight back and swallow the instinctive panic of feeling like prey, about to get pounced by a towering beast. Pounced and fucked. “This isn't you," he tried. “Just… calm down, the doctors might know what to do. Or the… priests."

He couldn't imagine how one might revert changes as extensive as what'd overcome Amoreena, not scientifically. But every time he tried to take even a single step away, she took one too, sharp eyes following his every movement. There was no way he could escape. None. And so, words were all he had.

“Oh, Frankie, Frankie," she purred. Her hand squeezed that grotesquely large cock again, forcing a droplet of precum from the tip. “You were always so eager to fuck me before. And now you're not? You wouldn't want to grow a nice, warm, snug pussy and see how filling it with cock feels?"

She paused, letting Frank process what she'd just said, hoping to tease him. And while the act itself didn't appeal much to him – he didn't have a pussy, after all – the way that Amoreena said it still had an effect on him. He twitched. And Amoreena took that opportunity to pounce over the car in one smooth motion, so quick that Frank barely saw her move at all before she landed behind him, leaving him pinned between the car and her massive new frame. Her breasts, which looked off on an otherwise almost fully masculine body, were only inches away from Frank's face, leaking with what looked like milk.

That's it, the voice in her head goaded. Tease him until he gives in. Then, fuck him.

“I still have a pussy too," she grinned, leaning down just enough to let her muzzle brush against the size of Frank's face, leaving his cheek wet with saliva. “So you could fuck that too, after you ride me."

A cunning hand suddenly dove for Frank's groin, squeezing him through the rough fabric of his jeans, and he moaned, just like he had moaned that first time when Amoreena seduced him in much the same way, back when they were both still human.

You might as well give in. “You might as well give in," Amoreena repeated. You're already tainted. “You're already tainted."

“Wh-what do you mean? Please don't," Frank begged. Yet, he couldn't even try to move. He felt paralyzed, a flush of warm tingliness spreading over his body. “Please."

But Amoreena, controlled – if indirectly – by her demon, was merciless. The grabbed the back of Frank's head, and at the same time, with feline flexibility, her foot ended up pressed against his groin, warm and supple, her claws making short work of his jeans. And then she planted a sloppy kiss on Frank's lips, nearly short-circuiting his mind. He was left panting, barely able to even think, for how intense it felt, her furred face against his own and her scratchy tongue lapping over his sensitive lips. And he moaned into her mouth as she caught his cock between a pair of her toes.

All this time, this was what they'd so eagerly been summoning, thinking it to be just make-believe. Yet no matter how hot and obscene Amoreena's new form was, it quickly left Frank feeling heated up himself. His traitorous cock swelled rock hard against Amoreena's foot, and another moan left his lips. But just then, the arousal was interrupted by a sudden flash of icy fear. He could feel his chest tingle and itch. He was changing, having absorbed some of the unhallowed corruption dripping from Amoreena's oversexualized form.

The saliva. It was in her saliva. Frank desperately tried to wipe it off, but the dizziness quickly overcame him. His knees felt like jelly, his head swimming and arousal flooding his mind. He stumbled backwards, only to be caught by the tiger. “This is the best part," she hissed, steadying him against the car again while tearing off his shirt to watch the changes begin. “Enjoy it."

Indeed, Frank moaned at the top of his lungs at the sheer intensity of the sensations that washed over him. His chest felt like it was on fire, but in a good way. And between his legs, another feeling grew. A heated hollowness. Amoreena tore off one of the car's side mirrors effortlessly and held it between Frank's legs, forcing him to watch what was happening. His hair was falling off, replaced slowly by thick, brown fur, but that wasn't what really held his attention.

Instead, just behind his balls, the deep-set itch was growing unbearable. It felt like he was being hollowed out, but in a way that had his cock rock hard, dripping even. Then, just as the sensation was becoming unbearable, he watched his skin bloodlessly split, curling up into two perfect, feminine lips, framing a new pink slit that was already wet with arousal, yawning open with desire.

Instantly, Amoreena's fingers were there, tracing the whole length of Frank's new pussy, encouraging it to grow deeper and wider. And he did, though Frank himself didn't see any of it at that point; he was nearly convulsing with pleasure, a shuddering ecstasy setting over him as his body surrendered to Amoreena's touch. He squeezed his chest instinctively and almost passed out again from how sensitive his protruding, prominent nipples had grown.

“There you go. There's that hungry little cock-pocket," Amoreena grinned, as her index finger slipped into Frank, down to the second knuckle. He clenched around her with an eagerness that he could never admit to, his changing body suckling on her finger with a desperate, simmering need. “Ooh, I bet that feels amazing, it's like you're trying to milk me."

Frank couldn't help but notice the obvious similarities between his changing self and how Amoreena had acted as a woman when they'd had sex. The trembling twitches of his hips, the squeezing clenches that seemed to happen in his lower belly. The light moans and the growing drenched wetness in and around his puffy slit. What was different was the fact that he looked increasingly like an animal. The brown fur suggested a marten or a ferret, but that all paled in comparison to the mind-breaking pleasure. He barely cared about the strange mutations, as long as he got more of those feelings radiating from between his soaked thighs. But it wasn't a submissive need that welled inside him. No, it was a dominant need to take what he wanted.

A sudden shove sent him sprawling on his lawn. Then, in less than a second, Amoreena was upon him, her tattered clothes hiding nothing of her oversexualized body or her arousal. He had no choice but to breathe in her full musky scent, now, feeling it burn in his nostrils and lungs and intensify that growing feeling of hunger even as his body kept changing. He was already taller than Amoreena, with almost nothing human remaining in him, but until he caught that scent driving him wild, he had felt submissive and outmatched regardless. That changed as lust flooded his mind.

“Do you want to ride me? Feel this huge cock inside you?" she purred, and pulled Frank on top of her. “Then you can fuck me in turn."

The reply was not what she had expected. Rather than submitting, the transforming and increasingly mustelid Frank snarled at her. “Yes, I do, you tease."

Expected or not, the sudden dominance only made her harder. Wetter, too. Her excitement was so intense that she gave a surprised yip when Frank, without any hesitation, impaled himself fully on Amoreena's cock. It all sank inside that new, clutching, soaked slit effortlessly. Frank's eyes went wide with amazement as he was filled for the very first time. The sensation was indescribable; a total fullness.

It was glorious. He pinned Amoreena down and began to ride, each motion coming instinctively as Frank followed whatever happened to feel best. Right now, that something was more cock. He wanted Amoreena's wonderful hardness deeper inside him, rocking his leaking pussy as far down on it as he could, until it bumped against something sensitive inside him. Dominance. Hunger. He rose and then slammed his hips down again. Her cock felt like a solid pillar of white-hot pleasure inside him, scratching itches and rubbing nerves that he'd never known he had. Perhaps he hadn't. Perhaps those desires had all been born with his corruption, but Frank didn't care. Surrendering to his urges and taking what he wanted felt far too good to even dream of resisting. His pussy was drooling all over Amoreena's cock, and that was all he needed. Already his breath was hitching and stuttering as he rode her at an ever-increasing speed.

Somehow it all came so very naturally, perhaps alongside the lusty corruption engulfing and changing his body. Frank was covered from head to toe in the brown fur of some kind of mustelid, and from how his own swollen breasts bounced, one could've been forgiven for assuming he was fully female, if not for the cock between his legs that constantly drooled precum onto Amoreena's white belly.

The pleasure already felt like a tightly wound spring inside him, in a way that male arousal never had.

Good girl, the voice in Amoreena's head cooed. She couldn't figure out which one of them it was referring to, at this point. Both were equally male and female. But it didn't matter, either. What she was feeling was a sensation of intense focus, all of it centered around her beautiful new cock. Though not as all-encompassing as a female orgasm in its buildup, it felt so good that Amoreena was drooling as Frank rode her. She was throbbing, and with each throb a heated wetness spread over the head of her cock. Not that Frank's new pussy wasn't soaking her crotch in turn.

Her orgasm came suddenly and violently, the former woman not recognizing the tell-tale sensations of passing the point of no return. Instead, it washed over her all at once. One moment she was happily thrusting up into Frank's pussy. The next she was groaning, her head thrown back as that new body part suddenly jerked and twitched, the pleasure so intense and concentrated that she could do nothing but keep thrusting in an orgasmic frenzy, trying to thrust even deeper into the wet warmth that enveloped her.

She'd always thought it was silly how some men insisted that they couldn't pull out before cumming. Like when Frank always ensured that she'd be left leaking with his cum all day. Now, she understood exactly why; it was as if her every muscle seized up and ensured she could only thrust inwards, pumping every drop of cum as deep as she possibly could. And it continued like that until Frank's squeezing sex had milked her completely dry.

“Oh f-fuck," the tiger groaned. She dimly realized that her claws had torn up the whole lawn around the two, exposing dirt and rock. Her fur was soaked in cum and dew. “That was amazing."

Frank didn't reply. He, too, was spellbound by just how good it felt. The heat that'd erupted into him felt like it had soaked into every part of his being. Warmth, satisfaction, and bliss, at least until the painful erection that he still had began to make itself known. It was a jarring sensation, to be utterly satisfied and yet desperately horny at once, courtesy of having both sets of genitals. Instead of relaxation, he found himself glancing down at the mostly male tiger beneath him. That musky, alluring scent was still thick in the air around him, promising even more pleasure. Though deep and dark and masculine, it had a feminine edge to it, a kind of heated desire in fragrance.

He surrendered to it, easily this time. Every time he did, he felt amazing, dopamine-soaked satisfaction engulfing his entire mind.

“Your turn," Frank growled. Without missing a beat, he dismounted Amoreen's cock and slipped back – leaving a trail of her own cum over her balls – using his once again superior strength to grab her legs and raise them over his shoulders, nuzzling at her large, sensitive feet. “Ready to get bred?"

“Yes," Amoreena hissed, trembling as she realized just how sensitive her feet really were. For all the dominance of her possessor, that feeling would instantly melt them both. The feeling seemed to shoot up her legs and converge in her groin. “Please."

Frank was happy to oblige, more than happy. He mounted his friend with a lusty growl, shuddering as that almost hidden pussy under her heavy balls engulfed his cock. One hand naturally ended up on Amoreena's throat, pinning her down into the grass as he pounded, returning the favor to all that teasing that'd left him with cum oozing down his muscular thighs. With the other, he squeezed his newly formed breasts. Frank still couldn't believe how sensitive they were.

He surrendered fully to the demonic corruption inside him and began to rut into Amoreena like an animal, the two newly minted hermaphrodites driven most of all by the desire to ensure that they were both full of cum, hopefully successfully bred and ready to multiply.

“Harder," Amoreena cried, her whiskers bristling and toes curling as Frank gave her his everything, hammering into her hard enough that his clawed feet had to dig into the lawn for leverage. “Harder Show me what a beast you are!"

“You asked for it," Frank growled. He locked his jaws around Amoreena's shoulder, and started to properly fuck her where he'd previously only been humping. Soon they were both snarling and moaning like animals in heat. Thankfully, Frank's house was a good distance away from his neighbors, as neither of them had any hope of suppressing the slightest whimper of their demon-corrupted lust.

But neither of them would last for very long in their frenzied mating. After all, they'd only had the orgasms of their new genders. Until now, Frank's cock and Amoreena's pussy had been all but neglected. Now, their bodies were overwhelmed by the more familiar kinds of pleasure.

“That's… fucking… take it," Frank grunted with ecstasy, hardly having enough focus to string together a coherent sentence as his cock plunged into the sloppy slit under Amoreena's balls again and again, each second closer to pumping her full of his still virile and plentiful seed. Perhaps more. The corruption had made every sexual part of him bigger, from cock, to balls, to feet, and they all burned with desire as Amoreena's equally sensitive and deep cunt suckled on his cock in reciprocal ecstasy.

He pressed his snout against Amoreena's feet, rubbing all over her soles, and then, letting go of her ankle, moved to massaging one with the now free hand. The tiger squirmed even harder, barely able to contain herself at all; every time his fingers dug into her soft, supple sole, she twitched and clenched around him. He wouldn't last long. But on the positive side, they had all the time in the world to just fuck, now. Not like anyone would expect two half-animals with leaking breasts and throbbing cocks to show up to work. There was a beautiful singularity of purpose to it all.

Frank let out another huffing growl as Amoreena's cunt squeezed his length. Again and again, in rhythmic climax. She barely managed to as much as moan, instead wheezing as her already sensitive body was wracked by another massive orgasm. At least her sex knew exactly what to do; to milk the intruding cock dry of its virile, wonderful gift.

It succeeded, of course. Frankie hilted himself as deep inside his friend as he could, intensely focused on seeding her from the first wonderful throb. He painted her insides with his cum, filling her very womb to the brim with the copious amounts of cum his changed body produced. Just like she had filled him, earlier. It felt even better, this time, and his own spasms and contractions sent another gush of Amoreena's cum oozing down his thighs. He felt dirty, perverted, used, and amazing. Joining that cult was the best thing he had ever done.

Finally, he collapsed atop Amoreena, as he had so many times before. Only this time, they were both dripping cum, aroused minds numbed enough that the corruption and demonic forces held no sway over them. Not for that brief moment of respite.

“Jeez, I understand why you were always so eager to fuck me," Amoreena laughed, in her new, deep growl of a voice.

“And I have no idea why any woman ever says no," Frank huffed. “God…"

Of course, there was a darker edge to it all. The fact that they'd be stuck like this forever, or at least, as long as the demonic presence wanted to toy with them. It was a terrifying fate, except that the thought only excited both their altered minds.

And then, one final idea dawned on them both; the cult could now worship them, pleasure them until they, too, began to change. The thought of corrupting others excited Frank far more than he'd ever imagined possible. And being worshipped, begged to do it? Even more so.

Frank and Amoreena glanced at each other, with an immediate understanding between the two corrupted beasts.

“You think we could become their…" Frank huffed, still struggling to catch his breath. Slowly, he withdrew his cock from his friend's squeezing pussy, almost getting hard again at the sight of a flood of white gushing out from her well-used depths. “Their gods?"

Yes, the demonic entity inside Amoreena said. I am their god, and you, my avatar.

“Yes, they'd worship us. Or well, me, at least…" Amoreena giggled. “And I'm sure they'd have some energy left for you, too."

He helped Amoreena up and they began the long walk back to the cult's mansion, where the members would likely still be recovering from their fateful summoning. All the better if they were still unconscious. Waking up to the changed pair, it'd be impossible to differentiate their new existence from the carnal paradise they'd hoped Sitri would bring them to.