I looked down at Sandra, her eyes were glazed and she was grinning wildly. “Oh fuck, oh so good…” she uttered.
I watched terrified as the enormous man slowly drew nearer to the altar. I gasped and my heart pounded when I saw that he was not taking steps at all. The mist swirled about his knees but I could tell that he was gliding over the carpeted floor. Even more terrifying were his features, now clearer as he moved closer and closer. They were changing, morphing into a grotesque yet strangely erotic mask. Curved horns began to rise up from the points of his forehead and his nose grew and curved downward, swelling like the caricature of an old crone.
His body, too, was undergoing a transformation. Where once his skin had been smooth, hairless, and gleaming with an ebony shine, his muscles rippling, he now was covered with a fine coat of fur, like coarse fuzz. His cock, which had waved proudly at me, had now grown to twice its original size. It took on more of a tapered effect, much like Bruce’s canine penis. It was rippled with thick, cord-like veins that pulsed visibly as blood flowed through the engorged organ. The mist slowly evaporated and I now could see his feet, if that’s what they were, as he slowly, mechanically almost, mounted the few steps to the altar.
From his knees down his legs were covered with the same soft fur only much thicker and longer, almost shaggy. I groaned when I saw that his feet were more like the cloven hooves of a goat. When I looked back up at the man’s face, I could’ve fainted. His features had become those of a monstrous goat and he was glaring at me through large, piercing red eyes that seemed to blaze right through me.
“Put the bitch on her knees,” he commanded.
I scurried to do as I was told, pulling Sandi’s fingers away from the wooden cross, removing it from her vagina and placing it on the floor next to her limp body.
I rolled my friend over onto her tummy and positioned her up on her knees. Her elbows and forehead resting on the soft carpet of the altar.
“Good. You obey well slut!” the deep voice said.
“Now, pick up that filthy object and put it in your cunt,” the demon, for I was sure that’s what he was, commanded.
My trembling fingers picked up the object of reverence, still slick with the juices of my friend’s pussy. Hypnotized by the deep, commanding voice, I leaned back against the pulpit and, with knees parted wide, I slipped the round, wooden knob a few inches into my pussy.
Suddenly, the cross in my hands was transformed into a huge, writhing snake. It was immense. It seemed to be nearly as long as I was tall and as thick as my arm. My arms flung wide in terror as the monster began to writhe its way up inside me. My body was frozen and I was powerless to deny the serpent as I felt my womb being stretched to accommodate it.
“HehHehHeh”, the demon cackled. “Meet a friend of mine.”
He was completely atop the altar now, his massive penis jutted out like a beam. I knew he intended to fuck my friend and I feared he would kill her with that monster cock. Meanwhile, I had problems of my own as more of the twisting; squirming snake disappeared beneath my pussy mound. I felt helpless yet strangely and erotically empowered, not having to lift a finger to heighten the intensity of my pleasure. The sensations inside my body were like nothing I’d ever felt and I gasped aloud when I saw that only a few inches of the serpent’s tail had not yet entered my vagina. Then, it too disappeared and my entire body was wracked with a spasm of climax never felt before.
Sandi’s body began to float slowly upward from the altar. She was in precisely the same position as she’d been; only now her knees were at least three feet from the floor. It was as if she was resting her head, arms and knees on an invisible platform. I heard her gently moan as the beast drew nearer to her.
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