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Marina was perched up on the book store’s chair, leg thrown over the armrest as her eyes scanned across the pages of the skin bible. While she had initially believed herself alone in the store, she was able to perceive that something was off. She could practically feel the eyes boring into the back of her neck, and she slowly shut the book as she got to her feet.

“...You can come out now.” Marina announced to the store. Silence for a few seconds, then the shuffling of feet as a girl stepped out from behind a bookshelf. The girl was incredibly pale even by her standards, tucked into a collared blouse with a bow similar to her own. Her whole body was practically monochrome, black shoes and black hair matching her sunken eyes and lips.

“Uhm. Hi. Marina.” The girl mumbled out, and she was immediately filled with suspicion. How did this girl know her name? She had never once seen this pale, gangly freak before in her life…

“Do I know you?” Marina snapped, and the girl looked taken aback. A deep, intense look of hurt pressed itself onto her face, and she stumbled back with a stutter, desperately trying to explain herself to the rather annoyed girl.

“M-Marina…we’ve known each other for years. It’s me, Samarie.” The girl, apparently named Samarie, stuttered out towards her. Known each other for years..? A feeling of sickness began to grow in Marina’s gut. Things had been…weird for years. Items of hers disappearing, only to come back with an odd scent. It was especially bad with her clothes…

“Are you the one who’s been stalking me and going through my stuff? Did you follow me here?” Marina hissed out, and a look of guilt flashed across Samarie’s face before being quickly replaced with sadness—a profound disappointment that her true love didn’t understand.

“M-Marina…it’s me. Don’t you get it? Don’t you understand? I know you so well. We spent so much time together. I—I love you, Marina.” The girl spoke in short, breathy gasps, unable to get more than a few words out at a time. She also appeared incredibly nervous and anxious, almost as if this were the most important moment in her life.

…God, it was creepy. This girl loved her? Ew, ew, ew. Her first instinct was to scream at this girl until her ears bled, or she ran away. But her second idea was much, much better. She could tell from the first second that Samarie was desperately obsessed with her—and would do anything for her.

Trying to keep the disgust out of her voice, Marina exhaled and glanced back at Samarie. “I love you too, Samarie.” Marina lied through her teeth with the sweetest smile she could muster, and the girl’s eyes widened in shock and joy.

“Y-you mean it? I knew you’d come around!” Samarie yelped in excitement, trotting up to Marina and throwing her arms around her. Marina gave her a pat on the head, and then pulled her away.

“You love me, right?” Marina asked the girl, cupping her head between her hands ‘lovingly’ as Samarie stared at her with desperate eyes, nodding vigorously. “Prove it. You would do anything for me, right?” Another nod from Samarie. Perfect. Her desperation was palpable, drool running from her mouth and grazing Marina’s cupped hands. “Then prove it.”

Marina placed both hands on top of Samarie’s head, gently pushing her downwards until the shaking girl folded onto her knees. She lifted her skirt up, tugging Samarie’s head under it. She could maybe stand to have Samarie around as long as she didn’t have to see her drooling, nasty face.

“Well? What’s taking you so long? Get to work.” A muffled noise of acknowledgement came from under Marina’s skirt, and she felt a shock run through her body as the girl’s hands pressed against her thighs. Marina shuddered as she dropped down to the chair, bringing Samarie with her. Samarie obliged her request, lips gently closing around her cock’s head as she slowly took the length in her mouth.

“Nghh--” Marina moaned out, and she could tell the moan excited the pathetic girl beneath her. She started putting more work in, bobbing up and down faster and swirling her tongue around, gently taking the girl’s sack and giving it a squeeze--which earned another moan from the occultist.

Samarie was practically hyperventilating now--and with a rush, Marina decided to see how far she could take this. Tangling her own hands in Samarie’s hair, she pulled the girl’s head all the way to her base, and placed her hands on the back of Samarie’s head.

To her credit, Samarie lasted a while. She loyally kept her mouth at the base for a solid thirty seconds, licking however she could and squeezing Marina’s sack. Then, she started to struggle to free herself, gagging and choking. Marina sighed, then after a bit of struggle, let go of her head as Samarie reared back, coughing and sputtering.

Marina tilted her head, sighing in disappointment. “Did I say you could stop?” A look of shame flickered across Samarie’s face.

“I--I’m sorry Marina…I couldn’t breathe and--”

“So what?” Marina snapped, glaring down at Samarie. “I didn’t say you could stop, did I? I could never love someone who can’t pleasure me properly…” Samarie’s eyes widened, and her eyes flickered back down at the cock next to her. She was still wheezing for breath, but didn’t let that stop her.

“K-ka! I--I’m sorry, Marina!” Samarie plunged her head back down onto Marina’s cock, her efforts to please the girl redoubled. She took it all the way to the base repeatedly, with one hand on Marina’s thigh for balance as the other stroked the girl whenever she had the space to do so. Marina’s breathing grew heavier, and she could feel herself getting closer.

“Sa…” Marina started to moan the girl’s name, figuring it would make her even more excited and loyal. A wave of frustration washed over her as she realized--she didn’t even remember what her name was. Marina racked her mind--god, the fact that this girl had been obsessed with her for years and in return, Marina didn’t even know her name was so fucking hot. As pathetic as she was, Samarie definitely turned Marina on. Right--that’s what it was! “--Sa-Samarie…” Marina moaned out several seconds after the last, and she felt the girl’s moan in response on her cock.

“L-Love you…Marina…” The girl choked out in between mouthfuls, and Marina sighed as she picked the book she had been reading back up.

“Mm. Yeah, whatever, sure. You too, I guess.” Marina made the doubt in her voice abundantly clear, and knew it had come across perfectly when Samarie shuddered and sped up right again. That was the final push she needed, and took hold of Samarie’s hair as she fucked the girl’s face of her own volition, whereas Samarie was more than happy to let her ‘lover’ take over.

“C-cumming--” Marina moaned, and the dark-haired girl locked eyes with her with the most intense look of lust she had ever seen, and it was too much to bear. Shuddering one last time, Marina came down the girl’s throat in thick ropes, shaking and breathing heavily as Samarie faithfully swallowed all of it, pulling away and licking her lips.

“It’s a start, I suppose.” Marina sighed, getting back up to her feet and glancing downwards. “Now, I guess you probably want me to blow you, but that’s not gonna…” She faltered as she looked down at the pool of cum underneath Samarie’s still-hard cock, then to the liquid that was still in between her fingers. “--Ah, I see. You’ll have to ask for permission next time, though.” Marina warned, and Samarie gulped as she nodded, a look of shame on her face as she stood up.

“S-sorry, Mari--” She was cut off when the girl grabbed both sides of her face, forcing their lips together in a deep and passionate kiss. When she pulled away, Samarie’s eyes were wider than she had ever seen before, and her breath was ragged. The girl tasted awful, but she had expected that as she forced a euphoric grin onto her face. “...Uh..uhm, I…Marina…”

Marina turned away, letting the disgust cover her face as she wiped her hand on her sleeve to clean off Samarie’s filth. “Yes, Samarie?” She asked in a forced cheerful tone, and the other girl’s breath sped up.

“A--are we girlfriends now?”

“Mmm. One more thing for me, and I’ll consider it.”

“B-but you said you loved me--”

“Do you wanna blow this? Listen to me, Samarie.”

“A-anything for you, Marina.”

“Good girl.”

Samarie shuddered, and stepped closer to Marina nervously, who was mentally drawing out the path to the Gro-Goroth ritual circle she had drawn in her mind. “S-so…what are we doing, then?”

Marina sighed. “Will you question everything I say, or will you listen to me?” She could feel her heart racing as shame flickered across Samarie’s face. It was almost a shame what was about to happen to her. Oh well--Marina had her fun, and Samarie deserved it anyways, the absolute creep.

“You’ll see. Come on, let’s go.” Letting Samarie enjoy the euphoria as she gripped the girl’s cold, shaking hand, she began to tug her away, and they exited the book store together for the first and last time.

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Samarie trotted behind Marina obediently--she had her reservations about what was going on, but she and Marina were so close now. The ambrosia that ran down her throat was enough of an argument in itself of how close they had become, but she still felt...hesitant. Perhaps one peek into her love’s mind couldn’t hurt…

All-mer, this girl’s creeping me out. Would kill her before we even got to the circle if I could. But no, Gro-Goroth demands that it’s specific …

Samarie froze, and Marina turned back to look at her with a look of disgust. “Hey. What are you waiting for? Come on.”

…

Why is she looking at me like that?

“Y-you said…we were supposed to…” Samarie keeled over, hands on both sides of her head. “M-Marina, how could you--”

Marina had no way of directly knowing Samarie had been reading her mind. But the idea wasn’t too far-fetched, and based on Samarie’s tone, it was clear she had figured out Marina’s intentions. “Excuse me? How could I? You’re the one who spent years stalking me! I let you touch me before your death. Honestly, you should be thanking me.”

Samarie howled in response, pressing her hands tighter into the sides of her head. Her whole body shook rapidly, and a cracking sound came from her skin--this was enough to give Marina pause. Gripping the kitchen knife she brought with her tightly, she took a step back as she observed what was happening to Samarie.

Her body stretched and cracked upwards, her skin turning a charred black. Samarie’s body expanded far beyond its thin and lanky frame--now, she was large and muscular, perhaps even monstrous.in her stature. She had been tall before, but only by a few inches over Marina. Now, Marina guessed she would only make it partway up the…creature’s torso. Speaking of her appearance…

She had to resist the urge to gag when she saw what Samarie’s head had become. The flesh on her face was red and raw, her face peeled open and stretched over the halo-like rim that surrounded her head, Her mouth was still wide and gaping, and her left eye seemed to be missing. Marina guessed it was either underneath the wet red flesh  or stretched onto the back of her head, and then decided she didn’t feel like guessing any longer.

Marina took a step back as the hulking creature approached her. Sure, the streets of Prehevil were wide and open--yet she still felt cornered by that…thing. “What the hell happened to you?” Marina spat out, glancing at the massive lifted arms that threatened to crush her with ease. Samarie--if that’s what she could still be called--frowned at her, stamping her foot and approaching much more quickly.

“I finally shed my skin, Marina! Isn’t it incredible? I’m RADIATING!” Dysmorphia exclaimed with glee, her massive semi-clawed fingers gripping Marina’s shoulders. Marina’s mouth hung slightly open--she knew she should shut up and probably just nod along, but she couldn’t resist spitting out a remark.

“ Radiating? Seriously? You look…disgusting. Honestly, what the hell happened to you?” Dysmorphia did not take this well, to say the least. She tightened her grip on Marina, lifting her off the ground before slamming them both down into it. Now Marina was sprawled on her back, Dysmorphia’s massive hands still gripping her shoulders.

“Disgusting? DISGUSTING? I’ll show you, Marina! I’m beautiful!” Marina didn’t have much of a response. Dysmorphia lifted a hand above her face, and she realized she had to think quickly. Her eyes fell upon the slit in between the monster’s legs, and an idea crossed her mind. With the creature’s hands no longer pinning her down, Marina scooted forwards and stuck her hands inside the slit, peeling it open.

“M-Marina…” The creature’s sudden burst of confidence had evaporated as Marina gently rubbed the budding shaft within its sheath. It slowly poked its way out, its massive size all the more clear as its sheath was peeled away. Dysmorphia looked down at her with an unsure expression, blinking--or maybe winking--a few times with hesitation. 

“You’re radiating, huh? You’re so much better now than your pathetic, sniveling self?” She kicked off her skirt as she glared up at Dysmorphia, spreading her legs out. Truth be told, she still held reservations about this--especially about doing it in the middle of the street. But the part of her that wanted to feel if Samarie truly had improved herself was much louder and much more overwhelming. “...Show me, then. Go on.”

“Marina, I can’t--”

“I thought you were so confident?” Marina’s voice was mocking and harsh, and it only motivated Dysmorphia more. “What happened to your--” She was cut off by her own sudden yelp as Dysmorphia practically jumped forwards, thrusting directly into her. Marina’s own member lurched upwards as well when the other girl slammed into her, the sudden penetration sending waves of pain through her whole body.

This couldn’t be safe…but that was the least of her worries currently. Her top two priorities were feeling the bliss from the monster ramming into her, and staying alive in the first place…and she couldn’t decide which of the two was more important.

Her attention was snapped back to reality when another wave of pain and pleasure washed over her body. Dysmorphia was massive in every way, and while the bliss from being penetrated was immense, so was the pain from having the girl’s hulking form inside her. She didn’t do much now--simply laid back and took what she had wanted. She wasn’t exactly sure how much it mattered, though, as Dysmorphia’s hands were now holding her down against the cold street…not that she minded, though. The firm grip on her made the feeling of being rammed all the more pleasant.

“M-Marina! I’m going to--”

“Already? Seriously?” Marina’s voice was scolding and harsh, and Dysmorphia wavered for a moment. Marina could swear she saw a small tail wagging behind her as the monster kept thrusting…it was kind of cute, honestly. How was this thing so much better looking than the girl that had come before it? Perhaps a sacrifice wasn’t needed…perhaps they could keep doing this. But she had to get her in line first.

“...Not before I do. Okay?” Dysmorphia nodded rapidly, desperate to not displease Marina. There wasn’t much time left on that anyways--the stimulation from the repeated powerful thrusts would be more than enough to make her finish. Her steely persona broke as she did just that, letting out a loud moan as her cum leaked out, running down her legs in several trails, some of which dripped against the city’s streets

“Alright. Fine, I suppose. Take it out when you’re about to finish. You know what to do.” Marina’s cold appearance came back in full swing after she calmed herself down, working overtime to cover for the practically screaming moan she had unleashed.

Marina closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as it could go the second Dysmorphia pulled herself out. She was anticipating it, but it was still overwhelming when the cum splattered her face, completely soaking her in the salty liquid.

Marina sighed—a bit annoyed, but it was what she asked for. She opened her eyes to see Dysmorphia standing over her and throbbing, and a strand of the thick liquid fell directly onto her eye.

“Eugh…” She put her tongue to work cleaning it off…and it didn’t taste half bad. Still, she wanted this…admittedly attractive creature to know its place. “Clean me off. Now.”

Dysmorphia immediately obliged, her massive tongue lapping all the seed off Marina’s face, licking all over it like a dog. Marina opened her mouth to comment on it, but Dysmorphia immediately grabbed the sides of her face and jammed her tongue down Marina’s throat.

She stayed frozen in place for a few seconds, before grabbing Dysmorphia’s head and pulling it away from her. “Not yet. We’re not quite there yet.”

Marina pointed down between her legs, and Dysmorphia immediately scooted backwards. She was focused on pleasuring Marina now, her own feelings second fiddle to efficiency.

Marina grabbed the rim of the creature as her head bobbed up and down, sticky flesh in between her fingers as she forced the girl’s head down over and over.

…She didn’t know exactly when she came, but it all went down the creature’s throat. Neither of them remembered much of anything after that. They simply remained there, pumping loads into each other over and over in the middle of the city’s streets.

And even when Marina’s body changed too, they didn’t stop. They remained so engrossed in their precious lust that Samarie didn’t even notice that Marina’s head was now sprouting from in between her legs—it could still suck her off either way.

Who knew when they stopped, if they ever did. The two were immortalized in the memories of Sylvian, two whose lust overtook any goals or ambitions that had previously been ascribed to them.

…Just endless, mindless lust as she demanded.