Alisha Strikes Some Escapees

Kelly cursed in frustration as Carlyle paused and tugged for them to go back again.

She didn't know what was going on in his head as he drunkenly mumbled as she pulled more vigorously eyes widened with fear as Carlyle tugged again towards one of the wolf like creatures. Someone lunging at it as it licked between a woman's legs.

“COME ON!” Kelly order whipping Carlyle along and continuing to try and rush away from here.

Stalling for a moment Kelly watched as some sort of man bull rushed by not 20 meters away, a fence seeming to emerge where it passed.

“FUCK!” Kelly shouted redoubling her efforts, tugging Carlyle along until she felt a sudden jerk as a gust of wind seemed to rip him from being tugged along.

Turning around Kelly was hit with further disbelief. Life had to be kidding her with everything that was suddenly existing tonight.

Initially she only saw the huddled winged form, as Kelly stood there in shock she watched it drop to its knees over Carlyle's face, wings spreading out, back arching as a feminine moan erupted.

Is he eating her out? Kelly wondered for a moment.

“WHAT THE FUCK! GET OFF OF HIM YOU… YOU… YOU HARPY!” Kelly shouted charging forward to shove the half bird woman off of her husband.

As the shadow toppled over, rolled and stood on its feet Kelly filled with dread.

Alisha laughed, while Kelly was at a loss for what to call Alisha she had answered a question Alisha had momentarily pondered since she shed her soul and became one with the Idol's legion. A harpy.

But that wasn't all she laughed at, the Idol was learning so much from its victims that had been unknown when it first gave rise to so much of the mythological menagerie.

Kelly's hands and arms burned with pleasure where she had made contact with Alisha. Harpies of old were limited by what the Idol could learn or imagine. Now it had the infinite useless facts people gleaned from the internet and beyond to enhance its creations as they frolicked, and fucked, and shed humanity for demonology.

Some birds took toxins from what they ate and stored them in their feathers and flesh to poison would be, never mind successful attackers. Alisha's were full of demonic aphrodisiac. The oils gleaned from her feathers attacking Kelly's nerves.

As she rubbed her arms she unknowing cursed as the sensations spread, migrating like poison ivy oil with every repeated touch.

Kelly was terrified, she struggled to understand what was going on. Her arms were alive with pleasure, each rub of a hand, initially to try to lose the sensation, only made her desire another touch, all while spreading the sensation where she touched.

They had to get moving!

Staring down the bird woman Kelly fought her exponentially growing attractions and desire to the monstrosity. As the tail feathers lifted upright and spread Kelly didn't dare look away. Intimidation from the new size of the silhouette and the obscured shadow worried her as she finally reached down to try pulling Carlyle up.

Carlyle moaned as her felt the touch of her hand on his.

Biting his lips he flexed his pelvis opening his eyes with a new found sobriety.

Kelly stumbled back with the unexpected speed and cooperation with which Carlyle rose to his feet, his sexual leering and grin concealed by the darkness and Kelly's more urgent desire to keep moving. Stepping between him and Alisha Kelly backed into him, slowly pressing for him to cautiously back away with their retreat.

Alisha could smell their arousal, inhibition eroding by the minute.

Spreading her wings she launched herself into the air, drawing Kelly's gaze after her.

Kelly went stiff. A gasp was slipping through her lips as she bit down on her trembling lower lips. Carlyle was kissing down along her neck, the same sensation tingling through her arms flourishing with surprise on the woman who had been careless about watching only Alisha.

As Kelly's mind raced with realization that not only was Carlyle a write off, but he was spreading whatever touching that woman did.

It was too late though. Kelly shuddered as Carlyle confidently grabbed her throat from behind, his other hand wrapping around slipping down her exposed collar, spreading the euphoric pleasure as it reach her cleavage and a thumb and finger strained to twist a nipple.

“AHHH…” Kelly gasped uncontrollably, she thought about how she had to fight this, to run, to.. enjoy every tingle as it failed to fade with his touch leaving.

Carlyle removed the hand from Kelly's throat. Reaching down he struggled his hard on free, stroking it a few times before pulling it up, and sandwiching it between himself and Kelly's dress clad body. Kelly squirmed and ground back against him, increasingly sexual thoughts grew prominence in her mind as she felt the pleasure surging across where her breast had been and still were groped resonating in her clit.

Turning to make out with Carlyle she soon cursed herself for doing so, not only tasting of Alisha's sweet pussy juices but realizing a further spread of the aphrodisiac within her.

“Ah fuck it.” Kelly muttered relishing the sexual tension and passion she was now feeling and unable to recall when last there was such chemistry between them.

Kelly aggressively tore at the button up shirt and jacket, eager to strip him fully naked and **** him to the ground.

As Kelly hastily did so she failed to notice the shadow figure dropping to the ground behind her.