He's Not Sure

Looking back at Nia, Darryl licked his lips. Such a strong uncorrupted soul. He could sense the spite and desperation slowly nurturing the corruption of his bite.

His bite.

Darryl looked down at the woman sprawled out beneath him. She eagerly bobbed up and down on his cock, moaning and swaying her ass, she awkwardly held herself up with one arm, the second hand striving to keep fingering herself.

Did he bite this one or scratch her? No matter. Darryl thought as he felt his knot twitch on the verge. Forcefully ripping his knot free of the slut's throat he flipped her on her back. Stroking his eager member he dug his teeth into the woman’s now double D breasts, the pain of the bite provoking a painful gasp of surprise, her back arching in delight as she incoherently screamed and moaned. Her hands lovingly embracing the canid head biting into her teet.

Ripping free of her grasp Darryl couldn’t help himself as he ripped the piece of flesh free tossing it skyward for a moment before catching it and chewing it. The metallic tang of her blood sweetened by the rampant corruption flowing through the woman.

With a snarl Darryl embraced his evil perversion feeling ropes of black cum leap forth from his shaft across the recently mutilated woman beneath him.

As the woman spasmed in shock between pain and overwhelming pleasure she orgasmed, feeling a perverse warmth she irresistibly massaged her hand into the flesh wound. She squirmed and moaned, almost as if masturbating as she eagerly pressed for the Idol’s corruption to permeate her more completely.

Seeing Darryl drop to all fours and skulk away she whimpered, pleading incoherently. She wasn’t done, she needed him to come back.

Darryl however couldn’t, he needed to see just how much further those wounds could push.

Nia froze still, fearful to draw his attention, little did she know Darryl could smell her fear as it slowly brewed during his latest acts. Underneath it though was just a hint of what he really wanted.

Hungering arousal.

Pretending like Nia was little more than a lump on the ground he walked right over the woman as she held her breath. He luxuriated in the slight spike of fear and excitement on her scent as his cock smacked into her face, before dragging across her back.

Nia gasped for breath fearfully glancing over her shoulder after the beast.

Did it really just eat a part of that woman?

“YES! OH YES!” The sudden cries of ecstacy drew Nia to gaze back upon the woman Darryl had just attacked. She sat upright, clenching her chest with both hands. Turning to gaze after Darryl she couldn’t help but smile as she locked gazes with Nia, fondling a breast with each hand.

But where one was a double D the other was only a large C. Sliding her hand down from the large C she held up a second breast on the side where Darryl had mutilated her, and then a third.

As milk began leaking from the newly regenerated breasts she massaged it further across her skin, eager to bathe herself in the twisted blessing of the vicious attack. Her broken mind eager to have the beast feast upon more of her to see just what pleasure would come of it.

Nia shuddered in revulsion. Or at least that’s what she told herself it was. Just like it had been fear and not desire that left her laying prone, feeling hopeful that Darryl would pass.

Looking back at Darryl she wondered just what he was doing. She felt her heart skip as she saw him approaching Tasha and Tia. She felt sorry for them, then wondered why. Pushing to crawl further forward to escape, while feeling slightly mesmerized to watch.

Darryl relished the moan of the brown girl as his claws sliced her back open. The woman beneath her struggled to mouth Darryl’s balls as he lavished the woman he just sliced open with long gratuitous licks across the open wound.

Looking to the leg he slashed earlier he grinned, it had healed. Its form twisted and mangled partially transformed into a digitrade.

Stroking his cock across her ass crack he squeezed her buns together growling excitedly.

“PUT IT IN! OH…. FUCK MY ASS… PUH-LEASE JUST FUCKK…..” She screamed out, arching her back in surprise as she felt an orgasm surge through her emanating where the warm corrupt cum had splattered across her.

Nia paused as she heard Tasha call out. Gazing back Nia swore she felt her heart thump harder as her eyes took in the full contours of the wolf. Being closer to the doors his solidly built figure was clearly visible.

But for all the solid toned muscle there was no mistaking the agility of his claws as Nia bit her lip unable to shake the desire to see him plunge into Tasha's ass.

What was she thinking? Nia wondered trying to push forward, trying to ignore as the lupine beast that attacked her and her coworkers jerked off into the latest wounds it had delivered Tasha, quickly throwing her free from Tia who screamed out almost orgasmically in response to the rending claws scratching along her torso, her lips barely missing a moment of sucking on Darryl’s testicles as he excitedly launched a rope of cum across her, leaving her to massage it in with Tasha.

Patrolling the area Darryl took a quick sniff of the trail of each individual he had attacked, carefullly ensuring they were still making slow progress to escape, or being consumed by the Idol’s corruption.

Darryl’s heart suddenly seemed to jump into high gear, his ears pivoting in advance of his head turning, his tongue licking his lips as his eyes locked on to the source of his stimuli.

Their steps clapped in resonance off the asphalt as the limber young man gave their final stretch of escape their fullest.

Darryl launched after them, hardly any alarm of the impending pursuit being given .

Darryl’s eyes. Went wide in surprise, his. Body crashed and rolled unexpectedly.

Snarling at his obstacle Darryl wasn’t surprised, in fact he was almost impressed that Nia still had boldness and will to dare grabbing at his claws as he was giving chase. Her yellowing eyes now were wide with fear, hands gesturing surrender.

Darryl felt compelled to bite her, to rake her clothes free and roll with her in a dual of dominance. The thought excited him, even if she won. it would likely be that final push to claim her soul.

But he had someone running away.

Not to mention several more willing, maimed souls to claim.