Nia

Nia bit her lip cursing her two former coworkers.

Technically they weren’t former, Nia however was making every deliberate conscious thought into putting this place, and everyone she knew here behind her.

Gasping in irresistible pleasure Nia cursed herself and looked at her leg once more.

The wound didn’t make much sense. It was some sort of wolf bite that had ripped away a solid piece of her calve.

Yet it did not bleed, it simply ached strangely. It wasn't so much pain, as a strange discomfort. That and it kept her from walking.

“OH FOR CHRIST SAKES WON’T YOU ALL PLEASE SHUT UP!” Nia cried out, her voice echoing across the open lot for trucks to make deliveries, the twisted cries of pain and pleasure seeming to only spike in response as Nia tried to ignore the same sensations in her own body.

Biting her tongue for a moment Nia froze as she heard something else creep amongst the cries. The clack of the claws barely audible.

“Shit…” Nia mumbled gazing around.

How did she think she could run out through here? She had seen an assortment of other people rolling about the ground assorted distances from the building. All in agony… No, it wasn’t just agony.

Gazing ahead to the left Nia could see a vicious slash across the back of one woman’s leg, she dragged herself on her belly forward. Huffing, moaning, and whimpering almost pleasurably. But she wasn’t trying to drag herself away to safety, or even escape.

Nia's eyes went wide as she noticed the woman seemed to be pulling herself towards the nearest person, some guy who was up on his knees, back arched arms moving vigorously out of sight in an action that Nia could only interpret as sexual.

Nia froze, her body feeling a chill of dread as warm breath puffed across her exposed leg wound. Nia fought whimpering as the entire gash suddenly seared to life. The sensations rolled through the flesh trampling outwards across her body, surging in pain, discomfort, then pleasure, swirling together and stepping apart in a beautiful dance that kept Nia from truly being prepared for what was coming over her.

“Do you know him?” The words were smooth, deep and inspired a mix of swooning and dread.

Very carefully looking deeper into her peripheral vision on her left Nia could make out the lupine jaw creeping up on her.

“Well…” Nia shivered in fear and something else she couldn’t pin down, shaking her head carefully she indicated no.

Nia found herself dreading this proximity, she wished the beast away its presence and actions having grown infinitely more dreadful now that it wasn't just simply some animal.

It was sentient.

It was aware.

It could communicate.

“Good. I don’t think he'll last.” As Darryl crept up, his wolven face now easily in line and view with Nia's. His tongue hung out of the predatory grimace as he panted long and deep. He had spent the night obsessing on how to test for the strongest souls for the pack since Elyse had left him.

Simply lurking amongst the dumpsters, the hedge along the perimeter, the dance of shadows as the Hotel’s lighting seemed to bow out of service, casting darkness in assistance to its true denizens.

Nia puzzled over that last set of words.

Could werewolves be real? Oh god, it bit me… Am I…

Nia’s panicky thoughts were quickly displaced as two of the other maimed forms finally met. Nia dropped her jaw, shocked in disbelief at the sounds echoing from the duo.

As the guy fell over on his back Nia was given no doubt as to their actions as the woman’s head bobbed up and down on his cock.

Nia swallowed deeply as Darryl’s lupine form stalked forward towards the couple.

She glanced back to where she first encountered it. Running out of the building behind two co-workers, two women it had slashed the legs of. Nia didn’t know the how or why, she just charged it blindly trying to get it away from her friends. Ex friends.

The beast quickly turned and bit into her leg, ripping muscle free and swallowing it gratuitously before disappearing.

There were no questions of concern, her friends quickly progressing from being in agonizing pain to feeling each other up.

It was part of what drove Nia to drag herself so much further. It was that or be stuck with two women with something seriously wrong with them. She didn't even notice as their cries ceased, their existence here erased with their surrender to the Idol.

What Nia couldn’t see clearly from her distance was how changed two other friends had become. Tasha sat up shedding the baggy clothes of her formerly portly self. She gasped in delight at the cool night air fondling her body as she gazed down at Tia shuffling out of her garments.

The pain had subsided minutes ago, likely in part due to their swiping corrupted desserts earlier in the evening. Their legs in fact bore no sign of the impairing injuries Darryl had delivered, their yielding to desire having accelerated their corruption and healed them.

Tia excitedly welcomed Tasha's pussy on her face as the two 69’d. Their fates still yet to be decided.

Darryl meanwhile was introducing the girl he approached to the joy of giving double blowjobs. The experience was helping her already rampant arousal go into overdrive, the man she had crawled up to seeming to melt into the ground beneath him, the Idol absorbing all it could of him, leaving little more than a phantom of his fragmented mind's last moments bound to the grounds it helped consecrate further under the Idol’s will.

Darryl snorted, another unworthy soul, he wondered if the blonde was worth enjoying or if he should see if her increasing sex drive might prove her worthy of being more than just some imprint of a soul devoured alongside body and mind by the Idol.