Iris Follows The Pull on Her Soul

Iris felt a growing sexual hunger and regret at not diving back in on that threesome, her mind swirled with dazed ideas of how she could’ve gotten back in there, could have gotten fucked.

Her mind even raced with eager ideas of what canid features she might have gained like the woman she had seen.

As she meandered the grounds Iris found nothing else willing to partake of her, werewolves stared knowingly at her as they made use of any stragglers left around the grounds.

Harpies and Hawkmen scattered like pigeons at her approach, eager to seek other prey.

As she entered the Hotel the cries of pleasure and sex echoed heavily from everywhere, the calls euphorically dancing through Iris's head as she admired the reptilian creatures stepping out from behind the front desk joining Tiffany in sexually assaulting the polished stone figures the Medusa had captured.

Feeling a twisted desire to join the collection Iris approached feeling unconcerned about being petrified herself, she thought about how to pose to ensure her features were best presented to be assaulted post houmously. Iris felt a strange excitement at the idea of being preserved for perpetual future groping. The foggy daze of her mind slowly lifting as she heard the melody drawing her deeper into the hotel.

Iris’s few inviting poses were ignored as the large lizard men began hefting some statues and slowly moving them at Tiffany’s instruction.

As Iris resumed exploring into the hotel she passed all manner of beast, each provoking sexual ideas in Iris as a group of them seemed to gather by the elevators.

Passing the bar she watched as a smooth grey woman with silt coloured hair lash another bent over woman against the glass partition with what looked like a stingray tail, she wove between rutting beasts trying out sex with others beastial creations of the Idol.

Black slitted golden brown eyes meeting Iris’s gaze with a smile as she continued to serve her bars patrons.

One succubus she passed was enjoying her first taste of a horseman's cock, the perverse act enhanced by the delight of committing their first act of **** with her brother.

Their father nearby was enjoying the brides gratitude for his making it out, his wife soon joining them showing her fate after escaping into the back corridors, her phallic trunk joining her husband’s cock in enjoying Heather’s gratitude.

As Iris approached the ballroom assorted humans still fucked here and there amongst the thinning masses, their minds enthralled from surrender through theft of their soul or mind controlling songs stuck in their heads. Eager play things for those yet to join touring the hotel tower and corridors for more resistant souls.

They all appeared in peak physical condition, attractively fucking about, their willing or subverted devotion leaving them to worship their sexual liberations as they awaited their eventual fates.

Gazing around the ball room Iris finally found what she had been drawn to, what had kept her from being released to whatever perversions this place and everything beyond might have claimed her with.

As she looked upon the stage the sex induced haze lifted from her mind, her normal self was released from whatever corrupted thoughts were manipulating her into compliance with her desires.

Iris felt disgusted with herself as she thought of her brazen sex acts all night, of how she had just walked past all these things shamelessly, wantonly, NAKED.

And that she had done it all for her…