Eva: Crimson Reborn XV

Eva heard music. At first, she thought it might be a radio Tanner left on around the house somewhere. He often did absent minded things like that. With the distant tune on the air, Eva went to Tanner’s office expecting to find the small radio he used to listen back to his own sermons playing some choral music. It wasn’t. Off and silent, it offered no explanation as to the strange tune floating on the air. Eva chose to ignore it, returning to her housekeeping. This happened on the morning after Lucy took the Crimson Shade’s gift and entirely without Lucy being aware of it.

The music didn’t go away, but it grew incessant and louder. Eva thought of telling her husband, but she didn’t know how he would react. “Yes, dear, I’m apparently hearing a heavenly choir everywhere I go. No, I don’t think we need to go to the hospital. No, I don’t think it’s an immaculate vision either. No, I wouldn’t like to discuss it further.” Tanner would try to understand, of course, but he would want to fill in the unknown with something known as fast as possible. For a man who dedicated his life to a great unseen force, Tanner abhorred the inexplicable. Once, Eva considered asking him whether he heard it, too. She noticed some people at the grocery store nodding along to an unheard tune. Perhaps everyone could hear the music, but no one wanted to risk being thrown in a loony bin by admitting to it. She decided against asking.

He would make it about him, of course. The issue wouldn’t be, “oh, Eva you’re sick or touched by the divine or something,” but it would become, “my wife is sick or touched by the divine or something, draw your eyes unto me so that I may impart my own opinions on the matter. No, don’t look at her, she’s fine.” As long as Eva kept it secret, it was hers and hers alone. She could hear a music more beautiful than any Tanner could imagine. So far as she knew, only she could hear it, and so she decided to keep it precious for herself. It rarely got in the way, after all. The song didn’t distract her while driving. It didn’t swell dramatically when she went out to drag in the empty garbage bins. The music lingered on the corners of her thoughts, giving her a faintly heard bit of theme music throughout her day.

The songs did get louder or stronger sometimes, though Eva didn’t like to think of why. It made her blush. She first noticed a change in the song after the second week of hearing it. It came to her more clearly when she woke up that morning, and it seemed to have more than one clear voice in it. Eva hummed along happily as she made Tanner his breakfast and sent him off on the errands of a young pastor, whatever those might be from day to day. With him out of the house, she went to take a shower. When she pulled back the curtain and stepped out to dry herself in front of the mirror, the music swelled, ever so slightly. Looking at herself in the mirror, Eva saw herself for the first time in years. A simple thought came through in the song, You’re sexy.

Now, that isn’t to say Eva hadn’t looked at herself in a mirror while naked for the full duration of her marriage. Nor had she gone so long without considering her looks. But what came through in the music wasn’t some note of self consciousness. It wasn’t a flighty chord drawing attention to the slight pudge of her love handles. It wasn’t her own thoughts rebelling against one another with doubt over what she saw versus what a lifetime of insecurity told her to see. The music spoke with clear voice that wasn’t her own. The music said you’re not I’m. Eva didn’t actually think someone else could see her, but she had come to believe the music had some type of sentience behind it. And it felt nice for that disembodied being to compliment her.

The slight change in the song led her to further experimentation. She began to spend more time in front of the mirror while Tanner was out of the house. Rather than swiftly clothing herself when she finished drying, she began to sit naked at her vanity for the remainder of her beauty regimen. Eva spent much of her life avoiding vanity as best she could. Most of the boys she’d known never went for the girl with black hair for whatever reason. Not that she’d gone without male, and some female, attention through her younger years. She developed late, complimenting her athletic build with fresh, supple curves. This merely made it more difficult to attract the type of attention she wanted. Sure, she could have had the high school quarterback in the back of his car on a Saturday night, but she wasn’t that type of girl. She wanted the boy who would spend the Saturday night holding her hand and getting to bed early to be up in time for church the next morning.

That boy turned out to be Tanner, and she did get the naughtier part of the deal after a while. When they began dating, Tanner came close to worshiping her beauty. He even wrote bad poetry to that effect. Once they were properly married, things began to change. For reasons neither of them understood, the wall they’d built around their sexuality did not prove as easy to tear down as it had been to build up. Eva thought the ring on her finger and the lengthy sermon which accompanied their vows would somehow cleanse them of their prudishness. Yet when they laid together their first night, everything felt clumsy and intrusive. Things improved somewhat as Tanner learned the purely physical joy of being with her, but he never praised her sexuality the way he’d praised her chaste beauty. Eva never realized how much it bothered her until she heard it dissonant in the song.

Their marriage went on. They had sex from time to time. Eva even wore some lingerie a few times, hoping to excite something more primal in her husband. It never worked. They did have fun, and she considered a few of their couplings to be good. She rarely orgasmed, but she generally expected not to. From some race memory coalesced the ideas of a bland marriage — No, the woman shouldn’t have an orgasm. No, it wasn’t really expected of a husband to go down on a wife. No, the wife shouldn’t really want sex, and she should withhold it from her husband as a tactic of negotiation for things like new dresses or forcing him into dinner with her parents. While Eva never went along with these ideas consciously, they manifested in her life nonetheless, like their own unheard song of unpleasant normalcy.

Then came the joyous music of an unseen mistress. It sang to Eva of carnal delights, free of guilt or obligation. It reveled in Eva’s beauty, praising the curve of her breast and the bounce of her ass as her hips swayed. She hummed along with the music as she danced naked in her bedroom, imagining Tanner finding her. He would be so overcome with lust at the sight of her that he would force her down onto the bed to have his way with her body. And she would revel in that, too. The music would fill her mind as his cock filled her pussy, pushing apart her lips in a way it had never done before. His mouth would lower to her breast and suck, his tongue would roll over her nipple, and his hands would grope down to her ass as he thrust insistently inside her. He would crave her like an addict, unable to eat or drink until he had her. His zeal and worship would turn away from the stuffiness and drabness of his profession and fall to a new goddess.

The fantasy deflated some weeks after Eva first heard the music. Tanner did come home unexpectedly, and he did find Eva swaying to the silent rhythms as her hands roved over her naked body. “What are you doing?” Tanner said from the bedroom doorway.

At once, the music jerked to a halt in Eva’s mind. In the silence, old fears and insecurities hissed like a den of snakes. “I, uh, just got out of the shower.”

Tanner furrowed his brow, frowning. “Well, get dressed. What if the neighbors saw.”

And that was the end of it. Tanner grabbed a notebook from his office and went off while Eva sat on the bed in a robe. Even until she heard the door slam behind him, she thought he might come to his senses, return to the bedroom, and have his way with her. She shut her eyes and waited for the music to return. Angry thoughts spun around in her head, warping into a music of her own, dissonant and chaotic. She imagined forcing her husband to his knees, making him grovel as she worked some hellish will upon him. If I commanded this music, she thought, then no man would ever refuse me. Tanner would never leave his knees. I would take from him what I wanted. I would use his face as a chair when it pleased me. And when it didn’t, I would find the biggest fucking cock I could and shove it in every whole I have before making the godly pastor suck some stranger’s cum out of my asshole.

The thought stopped with a near physical jerk. Eva felt as though someone was watching her. Not the neighbors as Tanner worried, but the music or the musician behind it. That illustrious song remained silent as the din in her own thoughts subsided, and she feared she would never hear it again. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. Eva cried as a decade of frustration laid plain before her. The sex was the least of it. Nothing about the world made sense in those moments. Why would Tanner care so little about her body? Why had she waited to marry him of all people? Why had she waited at all? What was the point of marriage? What was the point of any of it? But she did not ask these questions for herself alone.

Until that moment, she saw herself apart from Tanner and all the men and women like them. But now, she saw them all as suffering together under a yolk of historic repression. It wasn’t Tanner’s fault he’d casually rejected her. He was simply the product of the world around him as much as Eva was herself. Of course he would tell her to put on clothes because the opposite would shake the foundations of his being and risk destroying him altogether. As much as she had come to value her own sexiness, she did not have the pride to believe she was worth the destruction of Tanner’s sense of self.

Slowly, the music returned. Not as loud and joyous as before, but soft and consoling. In it sang a new, solitary voice, sweet and happy, You have seen truth, sister. I will come to you soon.

Soon proved to be a much more elastic concept than Eva expected. The song remained and grew stronger by the day, but the days themselves fell in to one another. Small Creek changed, little by little. For one, people seemed to be missing. Eva didn’t realize this until the daycare workers at the church came to her asking what they were supposed to be doing. Eva had no idea. So she told the women to entertain themselves with the toys and books around the daycare.

Odd plants kept showing up all over town. The appeared rather conspicuously in flowerbeds overnight. Long, phallic stems jutting out of plush foliage. The song grew louder whenever Eva considered the obvious application of such a plant.

And milk began to show up on everyone’s doorstep, like the old days. At least six bottles per house, delivered by beautiful, and busty, women in overalls with a big C on them. Eva certainly hadn’t ordered the service, and when she inquired as to where they might have come from at all, the questions were dismissed as silly. “Obviously, the milk comes from the dairy,” a woman at city hall told her. When Eva asked what dairy, the woman simply hung up.

These developments didn’t worry Eva, but she did find them curious. Something about the changes made her impatient. The song seemed to promise great change for everything except her, but still she waited. The wait was pleasant enough. Dreams of beautiful men and women and other creatures kept her nights interesting. The days passed like the absent-mindedness of a long drive. Eva kept her attention on the steps ahead as time rushed by around her. She did not know what she was waiting for until the day she decided to take Tanner some lunch at the church.

For as pleasantly as Eva had experienced the past weeks or months — she wasn’t terribly sure how much time had lapsed — her husband had suffered. Not pain, but an existential discomfort which he could not attribute to any cause. Tanner was called to the ministry at a young age, parading around in a cheap blazer with Bible in hand as young as sixteen. He believed from that age until the day he saw his wife dancing naked in their bedroom that a voice from on high had told him to become a minister and spread the joy of the Gospel to the others of the world. This belief carved his path through the life. It led him to Eva and their marriage. It brought them to Small Creek where Tanner expected to take over Pastor Colin’s congregation in only a few years. The belief answered his questions on a day to day basis. Sometimes it gave him a spiritual answer to a question, but other times it answered him with mystery. In this way, it answered everything, even the unanswerable.

The whole of his life revolved around the seed of his belief. For that seed to die would be a whole destruction of character. For it to be sickened and shaken, therefore, was perilous. And seeing Eva dancing naked shook him to his core. Of course, he had seen his wife naked, and he had seen her move seductively a few times. He’d even allowed himself the tawdry feeling of peeking at her when she slipped in or out of the shower, seeing her casually exposed and vulnerable. In her dancing, though, she was something more. As though possessed, moving in rhythms which he’d never seen her body express. Tanner didn’t go for the idea of power in dance until he saw Eva’s hips swaying, her breasts shift from side to side, and her ass jiggle to unheard music — mostly unheard music. While watching her, for only a second or two, he heard a song. He truly heard a heavenly voice while his wife danced like a whirling dervish.

In those seconds, the voice spoke to him of things he didn’t understand. Old things, he supposed. Old ideas of sin, rutting like animals, the worship of flesh and pleasure. He came to two minds on it instantly. For one, he wished to give himself over to the music, embrace his wife, and become entwined in passion. For the other, he was afraid. Not of some malevolence, but that he might have been wrong all his life. That the voice of god he heard as a teenager might have been a construction of social pressure levied on him. Fear won out, and he did what came naturally, shaming Eva for her gratuitous display.

This only began the strife in Tanner’s soul. Small Creek was changing. While his wife noticed strange milk deliveries or flowers, Tanner saw the much more urgent issues of people disappearing, most importantly, his congregation. First Missionary Church boasted only around two hundred members on the high holy days. On a normal Sunday, a hundred might sit in the sanctuary. The passing weeks became less and less normal, though. The flock dwindled from a hundred to fifty almost overnight. This did not worry Tanner or Pastor Colin too much as faith can sometimes be cyclical and the summer was going long and hot.

But the folk who did keep coming every Sunday unnerved Tanner. A good many of them had the same look on their faces that Eva did, as though they were listening to something Tanner couldn’t hear. Others were worse. They seemed changed in peculiar ways. Mrs. Ethridge, a divorcee in her forties, had long looked disheveled and pious. As the weeks went by, Mrs. Ethridge dressed in tighter clothes, putting her cleavage on subtle display. The ratty, over-teased hair on her head turned glossy and full. She started wearing bright red lipstick that made an almost bloody grin when she smiled. None of this particularly compared with the way she watched the two pastors. Eva and those like her drifted along in a daze, but the ones like Mrs. Ethridge watched with hunger in their eyes.

These strange happenings did nothing to sooth the discomfort in Tanner’s soul. He found himself looking at women in a way he never had before. He’d been attracted to his wife, certainly, and he knew her to be an exceptional creature of beauty. But until her dance, it had been a pastoral or divine beauty, to be observed and appreciated with the more carnal aspects held at bay. Now, though, with the changing of the world around him, it was a beauty he wanted to possess and dominate. The feelings made little sense to his long prudish mind. He saw her naked thigh and wanted to put his hand on it, take a greedy handful of her flesh, and move his own hand further up. He wanted Eva to dance for him again, but he wanted to join, to feel her body move and sway against his, to work his cock into the crease of her ass. And it wasn’t only Eva after whom he lusted, the women in his congregation, dressing more and more suggestively continued to catch his eye. It was an easy thing for his thoughts to drift into a daydream of Mrs. Ethridge’s bright red lips wrapping around his cock.

He confessed his worries to Pastor Colin. The older man of God wrote it off quickly. “Sin worms its way even into the hearts of righteous men, Tanner,” Colin told him. “It is your youth, most likely. We must keep vigilant against the betrayals of our own bodies until the Lord calls us home. Even when you get to my age, you’ll need to remain steadfast.” The old man’s hands thumbed idly at the Bible he carried constantly, and Tanner left the conversation wondering if the same doubts and dark thoughts were plaguing his mentor.

And so, the world slid forward in time for a while. Eva hummed in secret. Her husband suffered in silence. Neither understanding the why of it. Eventually, on a day that might have been a Tuesday or a Thursday, Eva decided to take her husband a nice lunch. She arrived at First Missionary and spoke with Lorrie, the secretary, who directed Eva to the sanctuary where Tanner was repairing a light. While she didn’t enjoy time with her husband whenever he applied his rudimentary knowledge of house repair, she didn’t want the food to go to waste. She made her way across the lot and into the sanctuary, a fine building of red brick and tall windows. Inside, she saw Tanner standing on a ladder with a toolbox balanced on the top step. Eva also saw a woman, sitting in the front pew, locks of ruby red hair hiding her face. Eva’s heart fluttered as Lucy turned around to look at her. The Crimson Lady gave a wave and patted the pew beside her.

Eva walked forward into the church. She expected Tanner to turn around and call to her, but he kept on with his work. She thought him lost in thought until he looked directly at her, made no acknowledgment, and returned to his task. At that point, Eva felt the odd fluidity in the air, as though she were walking through syrup.

“That’s a little trick of mine,” Lucy said. “Please, sit.”

Eva didn’t. As she came closer to the strange woman, her heart quickened. The song in her mind grew louder and louder. “It’s you,” she whispered.

Lucy smiled as she stood. A silky, red dress clung to her curvaceous body. Breasts the size of watermelons jutted out, straining the shimmering fabric and proudly displaying cleavage like a chasm. Lucy glowed faintly, like the shine of a ruby in dim light. Standing, she was taller than Eva expected, but it seemed to fit. Like an Amazonian goddess, Lucy towered over the smaller woman before giving her a short hug, pressing her breasts into Eva’s face. “It’s me alright. Now sit.” Dumbfounded, but compliant, Eva allowed herself to be led over to the pew. Lucy slipped the small basket from Eva’s arm, placing it between them. She opened it up and examined the contents, “Oo, snacks.”

“I’ve seen you before,” Eva said, some desperate need creeping over her body. “In my dreams. In the…the song.”

Lucy leaned back. The dress threatened to slip down over her breasts, letting them pop out fully in the middle of the sanctuary. “You have. Lots of people have. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to come for you. I didn’t understand this place.” She knocked her knuckles against the wooden bench. “A school, a church, and an old city building. What do the three have in common?”

Eva shrugged. Talking with Lucy was pleasant, but her mind kept brimming over with wicked ideas. She wanted to kneel in front of the red haired lady, push Lucy’s thighs apart, and lower her tongue to the goddess’s slit.

“I thought it had something to do with religion,” Lucy said. “But, despite broad efforts, what would religion have to do with a school or city building? Then I put my mind on the school. Those young people came willingly enough when I presented them an alternate path, and that’s what made it click for me. It’s belief. A way of thinking that becomes rigid the more you do it. My new dogs used to think things would be a certain way. They would finish school, go to college, get married, get jobs, complain, and so on and so on. So where does a shape changing sex goddess fit in with all that?”

“Is that what you are?” Eva asked, happy when Lucy moved her hand to Eva’s thigh. “The dreams showed me things, creatures, which shouldn’t exist. But, I loved the look of them. You most of all though, shining in my thoughts.” As she spoke, Eva felt as though she were slipping back into a dream. The peculiar air around her made her wonder if she’d been dreaming all along.

Lucy smiled. “I’m still not sure what I am. Part of me is me. The me who lived in Small Creek with her dull, if safe, life. Another part of me is hundreds of parts. Different women from over the years, all who couldn’t manage the power given to them. And then a last part. Something old and primal, I guess. Something born when humans first starting thinking or maybe before that. Oh, you’re getting that look. The ‘please stop talking about the existentialism of prehistoric deities and fuck me’ look. It’s fine, I get it a good bit lately.”

The dreamworld flickered for a moment as Eva looked to her husband. He continued on with his work oblivious to the most beautiful woman in the world sitting a few feet away. “I’m supposed to be faithful to Tanner.”

Lucy tilted her head. “Yes, and that’s admirable in its own way. But you don’t want to be faithful to him. That faithfulness isn’t born from love or true devotion. It’s a prison constructed from expectations and rules and belief. That’s the big secret behind this whole place.” She gestured vaguely to the building around them, but Eva only noticed the lack of Lucy’s touch on her thigh. “It’s built with expectation and decree, not from something innate in us. We’re not animals — well, figuratively we’re not — but we are primal. Our souls are most joyous when they are free of these constructs. And that’s what I want to offer you. Freedom.” Lucy reached back into the basket Eva had brought. From within, she drew out a bright red apple and offered it to Eva.

Immediately, Eva reached to take it, but hesitated looking at the oblivious man in the room. Tanner muttered under his breath as he fumbled with wires jutting out from the wall. “What about him?”

Lucy sighed. “I’ve tried to reach him. Short of forcing his mouth onto my tit, I don’t think I can. He’s too set in his ways. So set that he’s become fragile. You might have better luck with him.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then it won’t be your fault, or mine. It’s his choice to make. But he can’t leave. He can either change for the better or become…something less,” Lucy looked sad for a moment and then offered the apple again. “But you will become something immaculate. Eva and her menagerie. The garden was denied to us, but we can make out own, filled with the souls of those who value freedom slightly more than pleasure. You will become the governess of my wild place, the caretaker of those too long shackled. Sound fun?”

Eva took the apple, rolled it in her hand, and bit. Surprisingly, her teeth sunk into a plain, crunchy apple. A wet smacking filled the air as she looked at Lucy quizzically.

“Oh, sorry, yeah, that’s just an apple. Well, it’s a magic apple, but still just a plain apple. Thought it would look good with the symbolism and — you know, not important.” Lucy knocked the apple out of Eva’s hand and drew the other woman to her. As Eva knelt between Lucy’s spread knees, the red dress fell away into nothingness, revealing Lucy’s massive breasts in all their glory. Slightly pink milk beaded around her pert nipples. As one drop rolled down the curve of the perfect mounds, Eva lowered her mouth and sucked.

Song filled the air. Not Lucy singing, but Lucy’s voice among a chorus. The goddess’s milk flowed over Eva’s tongue, rushing down her throat and warming her whole body. The taste was more than Eva imagined it could be, and as she drank, her mind filled with visions of what she would become. The air around them shifted, like smoke moving through light. Eva felt her mistress pulling away. She lost her purchase on the spurting nipple as it squirted a stream of warm milk across Eva’s face. Lucy brought the other woman up to a kiss, plush lips pressing against Eva’s as Lucy somehow faded away. He’s yours to figure out. We’ll be together again soon. The words echoed in the song. A moment later, Eva stood alone, looking forlornly at a wet spot where milk had pooled on the floor beneath her.

Frustration surged within her. Her own dress felt tight and confining on her skin. Her panties had gotten wet while sucking from the other woman’s breast, an act that might have seemed beyond insanity a day before, but now she wished desperately to resume. Her breasts ached, and a strange fatigue pulsed through her lower half. Above all though, she craved sex. She didn’t care with whom or in what fashion, but for the first time in her life, Eva knew she desperately needed to be fucked. The pumping blood in her ears faded as she heard the creak of a ladder and the sound of a tool clattering in a toolbox. She turned and looked at Tanner as he climbed down, entirely unaware of her presence, let alone what she’d been doing.

The young pastor noticed his wife, but she looked different than usual. She had that fire in her again, the thing he’d seen when he caught her dancing. Except this time, he had no quick word to quell the flame. A jolt of panic shot through him as she faced him, but he managed to squeak out, “Oh, hi honey. I didn’t hear you come in.” She moved over to him in a rush, wrapping her arms around him behind the pulpit. He resisted slightly as she pressed her lips onto his. He caught the faint taste of something sweet on her lips. Eva’s breasts squashed against his chest as her hands slid down to the small of his back. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her away. “Not here, Eva. What’s gotten into you?”

Eva wondered if he could see the mingled anger and pity in her eyes or if both emotions were swallowed up in a sea of pure lust. “A gift, Tanner,” she said. “I’ve been given an amazing gift.”

Tanner’s brow furrowed. “You’re talking nonsense. Did you bring lunch? I’m star—”

“You never listen,” Eva hissed. The music thrummed through every cell in her body. She felt the ripples of change move through her. Near painful heat spread across her chest. She grabbed hold of the dress’s neckline and pulled, sending a spray of buttons across the church as fabric ripped. She took a little pleasure in seeing the panic on her husband’s face. Her tits had already grown substantially, threatening to spill out over the cups of her bra. Despite his panic, Eva saw the bulge in Tanner’s pants. “Aren’t you going to take me? Fuck me?”

His cheeks reddened. “What is wrong with you?” he said, trying to muster some type of command in his voice. “This is God’s house.”

“No,” she said, thoughtfully. “This is my house. It was given to me. Can you hear her yet? Lucy? I wish you could see her. I don’t think my breasts will grow as big as hers. Or be as perfectly shaped. The rest of us will always be a little flawed, I think.” She grabbed hold of the top of the bra cups and pulled. The offensively beige garment popped off of her with ease. Her breasts swung out into view. “Say that you want to fuck me, Tanner. I know you do. Deep down. I can hear it in the song. You’re a man somewhere underneath all this bullshit you’ve piled on yourself through life. She’s shown me truth. Truth I always knew and always denied. No more. We can make our house together. We can become the fourth jewel of promise in her world.”

A brief moment of understanding passed over Tanner’s eyes. It was as though, for a while, he thought he might be able to supplant one system of belief with another as easy as changing shirts. His own views reasserted themselves like the rushing back of the tide. “You’re talking nonsense. You’re clearly ill. We need to get you dressed and take you to the doctor.”

Eva opened her mouth to object or try to convince him of his errors in thought, but a coiling, knotting sensation in her legs stopped her. It should have hurt. She’d had muscle spasms before, and the tightness in her legs felt the same, but no pain came with it. Her balance did fail. She reached out to her husband, but he staggered back from her, alarmed at whatever new change was occurring. Eva hissed again as she landed on her ass. Do not worry. You will be beautiful beyond compare. The words came in through the song. Eva’s anxieties left, and she braced for what was to come.

The tension in her legs grew tighter. The dress, already torn from the waist up, turned thread bare from abrasion. As she wriggle on the church floor, the garment dissolved into torn thread and sheared cloth. Patches of her skin showed through the holes, but it wasn’t the pallid color of human flesh. Instead, glimmering gray scales, flat and pointed like the chinks of armor, covered her thighs. With one hand, she ripped away the remainder of the dress to see the lack of thighs altogether. Her legs had fused together as new muscle and bone formed. She laughed joyously as she wriggled her new body.

Tanner wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. Any sound failed to find purchase in his throat. He watched his wife transform, horror etched into every line of his face. Her lower half was fully serpentine, but her top half remained human and aggressively seductive. The world weariness left her face as her skin mottled gray. Her breasts swelled, doubling in size yet again as her whole body grew larger. Her new tail thumped the ground as it coiled longer and thicker. She held up her torso with powerful arms which ended in claw tipped hands. Eva smiled at her husband as her hair turned a vibrant red.

She reveled in the feeling of her new body. Power. Strength. She coiled her lower half into a loop as she raised up her body. Eva guessed she was over twelve feet long from the top of her head to the end of her tail. Her hands hefted the heavy jugs on her chest, feeling the slosh of her own corruptive milk. Curious, she squeezed her nipple. A burst of pleasure shook her as the first few drops leaked out over her fingers. Reptilian eyes looked down as she towered over her husband. He was small, pathetic, and weak. He always was, of course, she thought. Still, she could smell about him the thing she craved most.

Her hand moved down her toned body to where the scales began, slightly below her hips. She realized the new skin hardened as it went further down, becoming diamond tough at the tip of her tail. At her hips, though, it was soft and pliable. And between them, she found she had not lost all of her humanity below the waist after all. Her fingers slid into a wet lips, drawing out a hiss of pleasure. The scent of lust filled the air, and she felt her husband’s hand touch her.

Tanner’s mind couldn’t move. He’d seen a demon spring into existence before his very eyes. He tried to appeal to his faith to resist the allure of what his wife had become. He received no such help. All the thoughts he considered dirty, the millions he’d repressed over the decades, surged back into his mind. He wanted to lie with this abomination, feel her scales rub against his body, and worship at her breasts. Eva lowered herself down to his level, gently taking his chin between her fingers and turning his lips up to hers. They kissed. A long, forked tongue slithered into his mouth as his cock throbbed with anticipation.

Tanner’s will cracked. He tore at his clothes with one hand as his other groped whatever part of his wife he could reach. He heard her joyful hissing as her tail wrapped around his legs. Her clawed hands ripped his pants with ease, letting his cock spring out and slide against the warm, smooth scales of her lower half. He groped around to her backside, happy to feel the plump curve of an ass, even if it did meld into a serpentine tail. Eva guided his head to her breasts, letting him rub his face between them. His mouth roved over the soft flesh until he reached her nipple. She squealed with pleasure as his lips gripped the hard nub and sucked.

The milk flowed into him, causing his body to surge with desire. His cock oozed onto her scales, adding to their glittering shine. Through pure instinct, he wriggled his body against hers until his cock pressed into warm folds. With a sigh of immaculate relief, he slid inside of her. Eva groaned as her body laid back onto the ground. Finding purchase with his feet splayed on either side of her, Tanner started to thrust eagerly, never taking his mouth away from her gushing nipple. Eva’s tail moved, somewhat of its own accord, wrapping around them both until it suddenly pulled tight against itself, drawing Tanner fully into her pussy. Even his balls squished against the slick wetness of her sex.

He pulled away from her nipple with a gurgle of surprise. All at once, he realized what he’d done. Still, pleasure surrounded him. Eva’s coiled tail pulled them tight together. The warmth of her body left scintillating whispers on his skin. His cock was enveloped in pure bliss as her body undulated against him. The corruptive milk churned in his stomach. He craned his neck up to look at his wife, at the creature of immaculate beauty she had become. She smiled at him as her whole body shivered. It pushed Tanner over the edge.

He erupted inside of her, and she pulled him tighter against him. He struggled to breath, but it only pushed his pleasure to a higher form of ecstasy. His cum sprayed into his wife, emptying his balls, and continuing to flow. The pleasure of it burned his thoughts as his old life rebelled. “Give yourself to me,” Eva hissed into his ear. “Give all of it to me. Fill me up with your spunk and become like me. We’ll writhe together, fuck together for all eternity. Your cock will grow. Your tail will grow. You will become my consort!”

Tanner saw a vision of himself transformed, much like his wife. He was larger than even her. From a pouch in the front of his serpentine body, a long, strangely shaped cock emerged. He could even feel a hint of the pleasure that waited down that path. And yet, he rebelled against it. “No,” he whispered. “I’m a man of…of, ungh.” He came again, another wave of cum flooding into her sopping slit. As another rope squirted from him, she suddenly released him, throwing him off her.

“Tanner, you can’t hold on to that. It’s too late. You can’t be half of each,” she pleaded.

He didn’t understand. A numbness crept up his body. He looked down at his feet and saw the same gray that adorned Eva’s new form. “I’m…changing anyway?”

“No you fucking idiot,” she snapped. “You’re being fucking stubborn.”

The numbness moved up his body quickly. By the time it reached his thighs, he understood. “No, this isn’t fair,” he whispered. “I was good. I was a man of God!” He tried to move, but only toppled sideways. His legs turned to solid stone. Despite it all, his cock stuck up rigidly as it too became inanimate.

Eva moved to him, picking up his still fleshy half and cradling it in her arms. “Give it up. The old things you believe. They were wrong and empty, can’t you see that? All you ever did was built on fucking backwards thinking, Tanner. Look at me, your wife. You can be with me, with all of us, with Lucy, if you give up that old way of thinking. The man isn’t always right. Sex isn’t a bad thing. There is divine joy in a good fuck. Can’t you see that?”

His hand reached up to touch her face. “No…you’re the wrong one here. Sinner, you…you cursed me.”

With that, the rest of his body became cold stone. Eva peered at her former husband the way a cat might look at a discarded toy. From within the stone, she could feel his mind still struggling to understand. He wasn’t gone, but literally paralyzed by his conflicting views. She frowned. It was a peculiar thing to look at the man who had so long controlled her life as he laid trapped in stone with a full on erection. Eva could feel his last orgasm running out over her scales. She pitied him and hoped his time in paralysis might give him the chance to understand the world he could be part of. She smirked.

Moving him around to the far end of the church, she positioned him like an old Greek statue. She even gave his stone cock a squeeze, wondering if he could feel it. From his new vantage point, he would be able to see the church’s new work. Like his former wife being fucked by a minotaur on the altar. Eva kissed his cheek and slithered away, eager to be properly welcomed by her mistress.