Halloween Party ch.4

Every touch sent shivers through Harry's body, unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life. He had felt these pleasures with his wife before, but now they were dialed up to the highest possible settings, overwhelming in a way that could easily drive one to madness if not for the fact that he was already an angel no more.

Daphne let out another cry as her pussy clenched around Harry's cock. Her entire body tensed under the influence of the intense pleasure coursing through her. Bringing her to orgasm took only a few seconds, and her pussy tightened and spasmed as Harry pushed deeper inside. His massive cock stretched her wide, opening her in ways she had never imagined, transforming her from a sex-crazed demon into a desperate slut. All she cared about was getting her fix, again and again, and again.

"Yes, yes, YES!" Daphne screamed, her words merging into a continuous scream. She continued to moan in ecstasy, surrendering to the bliss that now flowed through her. Nothing else mattered, perhaps except for begging Harry to keep fucking her.

"Don't you dare stop, baby," Daphne insisted as waves of ecstasy continued to wash over her. "Show me why you're an angel. Exorcise the evil from me. Fuck me, master."

The word "master" seemed to ignite something in Harry, who now began to thrust into his wife harder than he thought possible. Her wetness welcomed him with each stroke. They had fucked before. They had made love regularly throughout their marriage, but this was different. It was primal. It was raw. It was solely based on their animalistic needs. But he understood they were doing it for noble reasons, even if the end result could condemn his soul.

Harry locked eyes with Daphne, noticing how they gleamed in the dim room. He saw a woman he loved in those eyes, pleading for salvation. Or so he thought. Because he didn't realize that those eyes burned brighter than the darkness that now consumed her. She was a demon. He was an angel. And no matter how hard they tried to extract good from evil, the reality was that nothing would change. If he wanted to save her, he had to succumb to temptation and follow her into hell.

"Fuck me," Daphne cried out. "Drive that big angelic cock into my slutty pussy. Oh, yes. Just like that. Fuck me good and hard. Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME!"

As Daphne continued to scream and shout, Harry realized that something very wrong was happening. His plan wasn't working. Instead of expelling the evil influence from his wife, he had fallen victim to its charm. He was ensnared in a demonic field of energy that surrounded them, and now he was doomed. What's worse, Daphne was only growing stronger. But he couldn't do anything to stop himself now, caught in the web of sex and sin, unable to do anything but continue fucking his demonic wife until they were both overcome by bliss.
"I'm about to cum," Harry roared, thrusting deeper and harder with each passing second, sending Daphne deeper into her euphoria. Her cries of encouragement mixed with his warning shouts, resulting in a single, unified cry of bodily ecstasy, a sound that rivaled even the most glorious choir of angels. "Shoot that cum into my pussy," Daphne demanded, gripping him tightly.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. Her nails dug into his body even harder, so hard that she knew she had pierced the skin.

And then Harry came with an animalistic roar. His cock erupted with hot, white seed, shooting deep into Daphne's eager pussy. Even in this state, she managed to hold him close as he shuddered in his final release.

At that very moment, Daphne experienced an equally powerful climax. As Harry's warmth flooded her body, the demonic energy within her burst out, seeking hosts, infecting anyone in the house with its sexual power. Her eyes burned red with unbridled lust. It only took a few seconds for every man and creature to be touched by the demon and permanently changed, spreading her sexual magic for her. All she needed was to get her husband to fuck her, and she had succeeded.

Harry collapsed onto Daphne's soft breasts. As his muscles finally relaxed, he let out a deep sigh, feeling as though the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, leaving him lighter than before.

Awareness slowly returned to him as he tried to shake off the dazed state, as if he had just awakened from a long nap. He blinked a few times to make sense of what he was seeing. Was the bedroom always this bright?

It wasn't until a moment later that he realized that nothing in the room had changed. It was Harry who had changed. His night vision had improved. He could see better in the dark room.

Harry looked down at his demonic wife. Her red eyes were closed, but her face showed contentment, despite the drool dripping from the corner of her open mouth and moistening the pillow beneath her head.

He sat up slowly, giving her time to react. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"Darling, you look amazing," Daphne purred. She rose until she was kneeling on the mattress, facing Harry. She leaned in close to him and planted a small kiss on his cheek.

"What?" Harry asked, bewildered.

"Your wings," Daphne said with a smile. "They turned black."

Harry's jaw dropped as he looked over his shoulder and saw his once-white wings. They had changed color, darkening and losing their ethereal glow. He had become dark and fallen from grace.

"What have you done to me?" Harry asked, shock in his voice. "Why have I become dark?"

Daphne chuckled. "Did I do something wrong?" She teased with a childish tone. "Maybe it was all those dirty things we just did. You completely fucked me and turned me into your slut. Maybe your spirit couldn't handle it all and got corrupted by that super awesome fucking."
Harry looked at his wife, unsure of how to react to her new personality. Now he knew that her act of innocence from the beginning had been a ruse, intended to ensnare him. And now that she had succeeded, she had turned him against his own nature. It didn't make any sense.

But none of it mattered as he gazed upon her. What mattered was that his wife had helped him, allowing them to spend eternity together. Even if his fate wasn't divine, she was still with him, offering more of the sensual play he now craved. He was addicted to sex. He could barely remember what it was like to be a man. And he liked it.

The sudden sound of the bedroom door opening made Harry turn, and his wings instinctively extended, further shielding his wife from view. His protective instinct kicked in, ignoring the fact that intruders probably heard everything that had passed between them a few moments ago.

"Oops," said one of the guests by the door. In his arms was a sexy woman who had been trying to hook up with him. "I didn't know this room was occupied."

The door closed again, leaving Harry and Daphne alone. Daphne giggled in response before lying back down, pulling her husband close to her for another kiss, not bothering to hide their mutual nudity. She wanted everyone to know how happy she was as a succubus; her work was done.

"So, where were we?" Daphne asked suggestively as the kiss was interrupted.

"I'm pretty sure we fucked your brains out," Harry replied.

"Yes," Daphne moaned. "Yes, we did. And I want to keep doing it. Make me as dumb as possible. Don't you want that too?"

Harry licked his lips before leaning forward to kiss his wife's perfect demonic breasts. His lips moistened in anticipation of sucking on those huge nipples until they became as hard as rock.

"Yes," Harry agreed, then let out a loud moan. "I'll make you super dumb, the dumbest bimbo in the world."

He paused, his face buried between her breasts, listening to her heartbeat. For a moment, he thought he heard something in his ear, a voice, or rather a whisper, telling him to go out and spread the word, attracting more people to their cause, teaching others about the pleasures of sex with anyone they could find. But with his wife beneath him, ready for another fuck, he couldn't focus on anything else. The voice fell silent as quickly as it had appeared, leaving his mind focused on the current mission of fucking his wife's brains out. When he was done with that, he could begin spreading her magic to the entire world. But only when he was satisfied.

As for Daphne, she felt flooded with pleasure, happy to be the bimbo she had been transformed into. This was who she was, and as far as she could tell, it was who she had always wanted to be. She was a demon of sex. And while she was incredibly silly and somewhat unaware of the world beyond being fucked, she knew that her life had a higher purpose: to be as sexy as possible so she could corrupt the world with debauchery and sex. With Harry by her side, she knew they would do just that, and that made her incredibly happy.