Elyse

The cool night air curled across her now smooth black skin. As her body shifted slowly in the parking lot iridescent waves of violet glistened across her. Glancing to either side she could see her fellow pack members tackling prey to the ground.

They had been lurking in the shadows across the parking lot in front of the hotel.

As the first people made it almost all the way there Paul leaped from between cars, landing in his full upright Lupine glory atop an SUV. His bone chilling howl calling out like a proverbial bugle trumpeting the cavalry that was the pack into action.

Elyse’s first prey she only paused with for a moment. Long enough to rip the clothes free of them as her lean figure parked her sopping wet pussy, still dripping with the cum of the numerous souls she had seduced in their proverbial drunk tank, atop their face.

During the multiple sexual encounters her Lupine form had shed much of its fur, her body adopting an ever more demonic physique with each soul she helped claim for the Idol. Her now black body shimmered with violet as it held exquisite feminine curves, her arms and digitrade legs lean and toned, as she stood up on all fours her lupine physique was more akin to a voluptuous greyhound.

Elyse relished the feel of the air whipping through the black pelt stretching from atop her head down her back to her hips as she effortlessly caught up with and raked the legs out from beneath her next prey. She didn't waste time, she could sense their firm belief she was a werewolf, one scratch and a quick bite was all it would take. His fear and panic would do the rest.

Bolting back into a pursuit Elyse felt a rush as she heard her latest victim howl mournfully as they manifested the very changes they feared they had no way to resist. Their own surrender accelerating the manifestation of their inner beast as they at first scrambled to another person for help.

Only to predate their growing sexual hunger on them.

Leaping onto a cars roof, Elyse strode effortlessly towards a panicked couple lunging for the woman as she flung her heels helplessly at the she wolf

Elyse never landed her lunge on the woman, a valiant effort to tackle Elyse launching Nikola into action, his attempt to shout for his wife to keep going incoherently lost with the wind knocking out of him as his body and Elyse collided.

He struggled to hold the demonic woman tight, his hands shifting, and re-grabbing her pelt, her skin, her body.

Nikola held Elyse tight against him, shifting his head in the midst of her cleavage initially in a struggle to see, and breath.

Slowly becoming to kiss, and seek her nipples.

Nikola didn't understand, or question what has happening. His cock had been aching for ages, he'd had it out and was stroking it at the bar hoping to get sucked off, putting it away quickly when Anya returned to the room before the bride and groom enchanted them all.

Now he was excitedly thinking less and less about saving his girlfriend, and more and more about fucking the sexual beast he was wrestling. They were synonymous, it couldn't chase Anya down if it was being fucked. It wanted to be fucked. He wanted to fuck it.

Groaning in delight Nikola felt one of Elyse's feet hook in his belt, effortlessly and easily without any harm her claws shredded it, and the crotch area of his pants free. A clawed hand guiding a nipple to Nikola's mouth, nourishing him with corrupt essence as his hands squeezed her toned ass.

Anya stood in shock, initially she had thought to run, but her glance back had caused pause. The body language had shifted fluidly and naturally, yet Anya was perplexed as Nikola shifted from aggressively grappling to fondling and petting the monstrous woman he was rolling around with.

Anya’s concern turning to engrossment as she became oblivious to the other people being felled around her. She felt helpless as she watched Nikola wrestle Elyse onto all fours and mount her. Elyse staring toward her, mockingly lapping her tongue in an overtly sexual manner as Nikola took firm hold of her flared hips and rocked her back and forth in line with his penetrations.

Anya cried aloud in shock, watching not only as Nikola’s face began to twist, but also as…