Karla

Karla grabbed hold of the two pale ass cheeks and spread them to take a long, lavish, thorough, teasing lick of the woman’s ass. “I miss anything?” She teasingly snarled shifting one clawed hand to pin Anya down by the back of her neck, as the other teased a clawed finger into Anya's ass.

Kirsten fell the hairs between her shoulders going on edge, subconsciously picking up on cues from the bitch she recognized as her Alpha. The first female of their pack, the one who held some inexplicable assertion of control over her.

Elyse felt a strange growing impulse, something seemed a miss about Karla, Elyse thought. Noting that where Paul had shown signs of gradual change from the souls the pack had claimed before their hunt Karla remained very much in line with when Elyse first met her.

“Yeah, matter of fact you have.” Elyse could sense them, all her assorted spawn. Sure, they all derived from Paul’s corruption, but Elyse sensed Karla's ambition lacking next to her hedonism. Their first female was lacking in the dominance, the consideration of the group the pack needed. “You missed the hunt.”

Karla looked about the open space where they all now lurked on the far edge of the lot. “What hunt?” She responded, hardly a wolf demon to be seen elsewhere atop a human, the groans of the wounded coming from between cars. Easy pickings to take down if they didn’t succumb to their wounds changing them through submission to superstition.

Elyse’s ears twitched, she could hear the ghostly grey wolf she made rutting some woman as she asserted claim to her husband.

She could hear the playful orgy of the gardens.

The cruel sadism of Darryl's stalking grounds as new wolf harlots were developed to nurse greater strength for the pack.

And then there was the she bitch Paul was waiting to submit herself to the pack. Elyse felt a strange power and dominance in sensing all these things. Perceiving them as gifts, wondering if Paul as the Alpha had such insights into all of them.

“You can’t hear them. Can you.” Elyse snarled, growing further aware of a weakness in Karla's place in the hierarchy of the pack.

“The fucking? Who can’t?” Karla replied plainly with a shrug emphasizing her opinion by provoking an incoherent pleasured scream out into the night from Anya.

“No.” Elyse growled, Fido and Kristen already having moved to flank Karla instinctively guided by Elyse’s subconscious animalistic will. Their pack instinct intuitively understanding what Elyse intended. “The pack. Our purpose.”

Karla moaned softly, “We fuck. We spread. We’re pleasured.” Karla bluntly and uncaringly replied, the words a creed imprinted on the pack by the Idol. Karla was feeling an unusual sensation. It was familiar yet distant… Something strangely forgotten earlier in the night, something she had to really think about to identify in her altered state of perpetual sexual frenzy. Fear… Why was she afraid, Karla questioned.

“You know nothing of what we’ve become. We’re the embodiment of primal fears. Hunters regarded as equals to ancient man, so powerful that ancient man sought allegiance to elevate their position.” Elyse passionately remarked, beginning to circle Karla on all fours, her pace matched by her two recent spawn as they kept equal spacing around Karla. “We are the embodiment of natural envy. We are the order that creates chaos.”

“You were chosen not because you were some call girl waiting to be brought in from pasture. You roamed far and wide to provide. Sadly you are too self-centered to understand the hunt. We all roam, we all provide. As a whole we divide.” Elyse raved enthusiastically, her own pursuit of law enforcement as a career having added to the strength of her character in her new life.

“We hunt. We pursue. We take for us all.” Kirsten drew Karla’s attention with her snarled words, her own mind and background racing with approval and affirmation of her Alpha. Coyotes actively interbred with wolves, the habitat determining which species prevailed, which social structure was supported. Neither species worked alone. That was how most cats worked.

Karla felt her fear rising, her demonic self questioning how it could exist in her eternal life of pleasure.

There are things we all must fear.

Karla was shocked, hardly had she felt the impression of the Idol directly upon her. There was a hierarchy to its demonic horde, and her place was in question. A place she had through happenstance more than entitlement.

Snapping a glare at Elyse, Karla suddenly felt rage and aggression surging within her. “You…. YOU DARE CONTEST ME!” Karla sensed the Idol hadn’t forsaken her place within its ranks, yet it was clear it intended for her to have to prove herself. To use what it had provided.

“Get away, from MY prey.” Elyse coldly replied, sensing her connection and awareness of some of her pack spawn strengthen. She could even feel the tug of the prey’s own mind, as it resisted the growing primal call of the beasts around her.

Anya began to giggle almost maniacally, her own corrupting mind growing ever more open to the pack as her own social character traits began to be repurposed for the beast she was to become. “You’re going to BE sssooooo FUCKED….” Anya moaned grinning broadly as she noticed her clawing hand within view. She felt her heart pound, her arousal surge as she grew aware, and wantonly accepting of the change.

Karla dropped her jaw, sudden instinct and inherent knowledge dripping into her mind. Her own life of mostly going it alone had impaired her ability and role within the pack. But they weren’t going to kill her. This was like many primal contests for dominance.

It only got as violent as the weaker combatant allowed. Submission and everything would yield. Take on the challenge and it would be a minor wrestling match, pushing shoving, intimidation. Then minor wounds would come into play…

Karla had to question her next move carefully, she’d never been one to submit. It had been a problem earlier in her career. Cindy had once hooked her up with a dungeon, it was a nice gig that paid almost as well as the streets, with less risk, and less fucking strangers.

But Karla had quickly learned she wasn’t cut out to lay down the law and order upon others. Just as she learned she wasn’t inclined to be dommed. Yet here she was…

Feeling her sharp teeth with her tongue Karla debated just trying to end this. Lunge straight for Elyse’s neck and rip it out to mute any other challengers.

The question of how Elyse had somehow gained the control and close loyalty of the two newer pack members suddenly dawned on Karla. Elyse had closer ties to these pack members. To many of the pack members.

Images flooded Karla’s mind of the souls Elyse had harvested with the pack as Karla had casually fucked with other demons or masturbated before finally feeling the passive compulsion to seek new souls. The ones she found already well on their way to damnation.

It was settled, Karla wasn’t planning to play nice. She was aware of her mistake, the pack had a social order, and it required nurturing its numbers, and developing bonds with its members.

Seeing Elyse circle before Karla, she struck.

The launch and lunge was powerful and graceful. Digitrade legs forcefully launching Karla with the superior engineering of millennia of evolution.

In the slowing moment of the launched attack Karla felt a deep-rooted fear that she had missed some detail as Elyse seemed to turn her head and smile almost mockingly. Karla never anticipating which one was already countering her strike. The other two wolf demons behind Karla too distant to interfere before she had a chance to rip Elyse’s throat open.