Omar Continues His Escape

Omar began to stagger as he made it down the hall, around the corner, his panic and adrenaline had begun dropping off as he was yet to see any sign he was being pursued.

His skin itched all over, his fingertips burned slightly, and his tattered boxers were falling away as he continued to breath heavily. Tumbling over onto the floor he realized his cock was still holding rigid, and appeared to be reshaping, he reached out to inspect where the werewolf had touched it only to panic as he noticed his fingers growing clawed tips.

The Idol had been given its way in to corrupting him. It wasn't through the usual seduction, it was through Omar's own fear. The Idol had no idea what a werewolf was, or could do. But the fear of what the scratch he had received could mean opened a door for the Idol. The terror and fear were making Omar more resistant to its corruption, all his sense on alert, all his defenses to their fullest.

But his doubt and concern, it proved an ample gateway.

Omar was going wide eyed with terror, that his hands were already turning to claws made him struggle to think. There was nothing of silver to put himself out of his misery, did he have enough time to raise an alarm before turning? The fire alarm obviously wasn't working, he had to alert at least the front desk! But what if it was too late? Should he not turn back to spare others a chance at escape?

Omar made up his mind, he was getting out of here, and razing the alarm. Maybe a Priest or something could help him! Where was the nearest priest?

As he went to pull his tattered clothes together for modesty he found himself at a loss. His cock sat misshapen and rigid. Erect over the top of where his boxer briefs had ended and seemingly holding a position in the way of his uniform shirt concealing it. It ached with new born sensitivity making it almost unbearable trying to use his belt over it to contain it. In frustration and panic he discarded what was left of the pants and boxers, getting up and racing around to the service elevator door bursting through it to a surprised shriek.

Tiffany always aspired to work public events, sadly the best she had managed was a job at the front desk of the hotel. She eagerly assisted whenever she could with event bookings, increasingly leveraging herself into crossing into a department where she wasn't just a glorified cashier. Tonight's wedding was her big ticket. They had booked out most of the hotel and numerous rooms had to be triple checked to be ready to go so the wedding party could start greeting guests at the reception within an hour of checking in.

So Tiffany offered to makes sure housekeeping did their job, so Alana could focus on the ballroom and banquet. Right now her only concern was the rooms seemed off. The bedding and towels weren't white, and she didn't know if it was just the lighting but the walls and carpets even seemed to be shifting tones. She had looked for the maid on this floor but other than a cart left in the hallway it seemed like she might've left for break, if not the day.

She had to remember to tell the Hotel Manager about the cart being left in the hall. Or so Tiffany was thinking to herself as she waited for the service elevator to take her back down to visit the Events and Catering Office, before hitting the backroom of the Reception Desk in the Lobby. This was honestly the last thing they needed considering the chatter about most of security dealing with kicking out some clients with hookers. God she hoped that was resolved before the lobby got busy.

Tiffany's concerns and priorities quickly shifted as the room door violently flung open. She shrieked with concern as a black man staggered in half naked. Her eyes strangely drawn to the oddly shaped cock that dangled between his legs. Until he collapsed forward, the large claw marks that ripped across the back of his shirt raising a new alarm.

"Are you okay?" Tiffany asked with concern as she examined the rips to find no visible wounds below. What the fuck? She thought, wondering what kind of messed up prank would lead to a half naked security guard more or less sexually harassing her simply by exposing himself like this.

Omar found his thoughts increasingly harried. He increasingly lost track of what he was doing, where he was going, and why he was running. Each time he reminded himself of his needing to raise the alarm, his need to escape. Each time it took longer to remind himself. One stray thought crossed his mind, the scratch was changing him!

When he burst through the door and saw the pale skinned dirty blonde girl in the business suit uniform of the front desk new thoughts emerged. The stairs were quickly forgotten, the ache and throb of his cock crying for a warm moist place displaced them. As he fell over and felt her hands touch upon his back inspecting with concern he yearned to feel even more of her.

"What kind of joke is this?" Tiffany declared, standing back up and turning around to the elevator trying to shake thoughts of the brief glimpse of his cock from her mind. Her curiosity kept poking her, craving for her to take another look, a closer look, maybe even touch it to see if it was real and not just some mistaken glance.

Tiffany was so distracted that as the elevator doors opened she didn't notice Omar was standing once again. His last conscious thought of escaping disappearing behind his fear that it was too late, the werewolf scratch had changed him. He had new needs, new desires.

Omar wasn't sure of what he was doing, he felt almost like he was running on instinct, pursuing cravings he didn't fully understand. But at the same time he wasn't fully surprised when the girl from the front desk went to step on the elevator he grabbed her with unsuspecting speed, swinging her around and throwing her back against the wall.

As Tiffany landed on her ass looking up at Omar there was no doubt of his intent as she gazed into his lust crazed brown eyes. As she looked down from his intimidating gaze her eyes met the cock sitting level with her face. She almost felt like it too was staring at her with intent, different from its owner though, the intent seemed almost encompassing. As if she was staring into some sort of abyss.

Tiffany shook her head. What was going on? This wasn't like her at all. She had barely given oral to any in her line of ex boyfriends, why was she feeling almost driven to do it here, now?

"You don't want to do this. I could have you up with HR just for exposing that, nev," Tiffany didn't get a chance to finish the sentence she was saying as she looked back up at the predatory gaze.

Omar broke eye contact with the dirty blond girl to moan in relief filled euphoria. She had been threatening him, part of him was still concerned with that, but when she was mid sentence an uncontrollable urge came over him and his cock pushed forward right into her mouth mid sentence. He pushed it forward further before pulling back, looking back down at the surprised eyes staring at his crotch.

Tiffany couldn't believe what had just happened. This MAN, this STRANGER, had just shoved his twisted, misshapen cock into her mouth, uninvited as she was mid sentence warning him not to try anything.

And she liked it... She gazed at a little sinew of saliva still bridging his cock's head to her mouth in shocking amazement. She knew she should be upset, she should be disgusted, she was just violated!

Yet her tongue creeped out from between her lips, craving the touch, the taste, as it made contact once again with his cock.

As Tiffany's tongue danced upon the tip of his cock, she felt a clawed hand descend upon the bun holding up her hair. As it started to guide her forward, it made room as her hands blindly reach behind her and released her hair as she enveloped his cock. Again.

Tiffany had been feeling an odd creepy sensation the whole time she had been inspecting the rooms, unaware of the Idol's passive corruption expanding through them from the toiling efforts of Housekeeping. Now though, it was manifesting itself with primal sexual urges, stoking the flames of desire within her as she lovingly kissed her way along the cock and made her way down to suckle on her harasser's balls.

She gazed up at him with wanton lust, continuing to explore, and take in this new cock when they both froze still as the door swung open with someone new entering the room.