She's Dropped Off At Christina's Hotel

Iris staggered up the hotel, looking completely disheveled, and completely satisfied as she thought about joining up with Christina and the girls.

The cabby had been fun, that is until the police happened upon him fucking into Iris and arrested him on the spot. Iris offered herself to them several times, only to be told almost condescendingly that it wasn't her turn yet.

Whatever that meant.

Walking up the driveway several cars raced to leave, the first one swerving and getting past Iris, a shadowy form pursuing it, a second one narrowly missed Iris before the third car veered suddenly and rolled over before being rammed by the next car attempting to leave. Blocking the lots exit.

The cars occupants scrambled to free themselves and get out.

“GET OUT OF HERE!” One woman screamed from the car to the street as a loud cow like bellow echoed on the increasingly panicky chorus of the night. Dropping her jaw in her sex crazed stupor Iris watched as the minotaur that had been Aaron rushed by behind her, his bounding pace making it clear he was fully engrossed with an urgent task, his head not wandering to gaze at the wrecked cars and shocked denizens.

Cries of distress erupted as those who had gotten free panicked further, the fence erupting in the path of the bull headed monstrosity ending at the driveway as the columns to either side seemed to reach out to each other in skeletal limbs that soon touched and grew down. Forging a locked gate.

One woman rattled against it hysterically, unable to accept that her literal door to escape had now closed. As lupine forms arrived at the wrecks Iris watched with fascination as car doors were ripped free, roofs peeled open, and those trapped pulled free with calm and ease that would shame any professional emergency response.

The two werewolves started by scratching those they ripped free callously before leaving them on the ground to cry out in agony before darting off in pursuit of those capable of trying to run. Iris watched in stupefied fashion as one woman limped towards her, crying out in desperation, calling on Iris to flee whilst pleading for help.

Iris watched in strange fascination as the woman was toppled by a ghostly grey wolfman that had doubled back, her dress slit open with a claw scratch down the center of her back.

The woman arched her back and screamed skyward in pain, the newly formed werewolf that had caught up to her baying along side her as it pressed its erect length against the crack of her ass.

Mona had been a rather good woman her whole life, she had never been drawn to be overly sexual and very much was the prude amongst her friends.

But the scratch across her back changed all that. Her body ignited with pent up arousal she had never imagined. As she felt what was left of her dress fall away, the cold of night embracing her hardened aching nipples, and suddenly damp pussy. As the chill of night met with the warm sun burned sensation of her skin her mind felt new hungers and desires emerge. The fiery heat of the canid cock pressing against her brought clarity to the ambiguous desire that had been stewing in her slowly all night.

“FUCK IT!” Mona snarled as both a declaration of surrendering her intentions of escaping and a demand to the beast she now felt so rightly should mount her bitchy, needy ass.

Staring forward at the dazed woman she had been screaming at to flee Mona now felt only arousal at being watched. Prone, exposed, and needily demanding to be fucked.

Iris watched as if her heart was frozen between beats, the world seeming to crawl along around her in some sort of slowed time. She felt joy, arousal, jealousy, and lust. The werewolf’s eyes seemed to glow yellow as Iris felt both frightening and exciting chills through her body as they locked on her in sexual hunger.

She watched the 180 degree turn in the woman’s attitude before her, her body pressed to the ground in the front as she arched her back and pressed her ass up against and grinded the beast’s shaft as it teased penetrating into her ass.

“Come on, dirty this proper bitch." Mona groaned lewdly grinding against the cold rough ground beneath her. "Put a dirty... dirty, girl in her place.” Mona pleaded stretching her arms out as if it was just another yoga class, splaying her hands as her quickly corrupting mind hungered for her broken wills surrender to be accepted.A gasp if delight exhaling from her lips as she swore she could feel her fingers digging in and getting hold of the asphalt.

Leering at the disheveled model turned eager slut Mona couldn’t help but almost mockingly grin. At least I have a cock pressed against me, she thought looking over her shoulder at the werewolf teasing her ass as she felt something unseen brush across her wet pussy lips.

“Ooh… You naughty boy.” Mona sighed pleasurably. “Do it…” Mona encouraged in a growing sultry voice gasping pleasurably as she felt the splayed claw pin her back down, pressing her chest with further **** into the shredded dress remnants on the cold asphalt.

Mona moaned happily as she felt the length of cock between her ass cheeks lift to just a point, wiggling her ass excited she felt her scream catch in her throat as it began to split her ass in twistedly enjoyable pain.

“Oh… y…yes…” Mona gasped clenching the ground with her hands as she felt the beast behind her slowly bottom out in her ass, or what she thought was bottomed out as she still yearned to feel its crotch press against her ass cheeks.

As Mona felt the creature violating her just hold there, its phallic tail toying with the entrance to her pussy as it simply paused to relish the wanton descent of the woman beneath it.

Mona pressed back onto the phallic tail and cock, gasping in enjoyment of her slowly advancing accomplishment as she sought to feel just how deep both penetrations could reach. Her new perverse curiosity hungering for the new sexual experience.

Mona's husband lay on the grass nearby, his body in shock, heavy blood loss having gushed free of his legs as they were mangled and sliced as he was ripped free and thrown from the car.

His breathing was staggered and heavy, gasping pleasurably as his mind focused ever less on the injuries from the crash and ever more on where the claws had seemingly burned into his flesh. Their piercing wounds emanating pulses of pleasure.

Slowly Mona’s gaze drifted from Iris to him, her quickly corrupting mind flooding with new thoughts and awareness.

Iris didn't understand why, but she slipped her dress off. The form fitting garment discarded to the ground as if wholly unacceptable to even be worn here.

Touching herself Iris looked to Mona's husband. perverted thoughts of easing his suffering trickling into her mind.