She Considers It

Iris felt a pang of envy and jealousy grow as Mona’s gaze seemingly was swept away from her.

Was she not good enough? Looking to where the woman was looking Iris shed her cum stained dress, feeling as it was some taboo object offending the offering of her form. Watching as this woman looked lovingly to her wounded husband, as she enjoyed being fucked by a man turned monster.

Was this what she wanted? Yes, it had to be. Someone else wanted it, why wouldn’t she? She had always wanted what others sought most.

Iris felt her dopey state of mind flourish with contentment as she groped her body, her warm hands expelling the cool nights chill from her skin as she swayed her ass delicately strutting towards the prone man.

She spun, shifted her stride, roamed her hands smoothly across her body dancing to an alluring tune in her head. Iris displayed her features as best she could, no longer worrying about the blurry lines between sexy and lewd. Finally throwing herself down on all fours, she crawled forward slightly, throwing her hair back with a turn of hear head, rolling her legs forward in the practiced floor work from a stripping class she once took.

The repertoire reserved for sparse high roller nights where she often tried to increase her profile, appeal, and acquire favour.

Approaching within touch of the man Iris looked upon the twisted bloody legs, worn out and weak looking face, and felt no empathy stir within her. No concern with the slight glow in his eyes, the strange shadow of emergent fuzz across his face. Iris's mind heard panicked thoughts try to raise concern, their efforts deaf amongst the pure arousal and attraction of just one more lewd, depraved act tonight.

One to prove just how far she'd come this night. Just how deep and dark her sexual needs had become.

Rolling the man flat on his back Iris rabidly ripped his tattered clothes open, scream out in aggressively shrill delights as her hands smeared blood and dirt across exposed flesh and wounds, a high pitched scream of delight heralding a moment of silence as Iris exposed his dick, rigid, ready, and strangely euphorically within grasp.

Iris lowered her face to it, inhaling deeply trying to take the notes and tones of its smell to mind as she dragged her face across it like some wine taster's first examination of a bottle before taking their first taste.

“He’s mine bitch.” The words were snarled with a definitive canid growl, Iris freezing her tongue just shy of making contact. Pausing, wishing for some sort of direction Iris remained still.

Iris felt the sexual haze of her mind deepen, an unexplored desire and arousal developing within her as she took in Mona’s changed form under the dim driveway lights. Her fur was a reddish brown, yellow eyes seemed to glow with predatory intent, while her toned limber form wove between athlethicism and bikini modelling.

“You have someone to apologize to.” Mona then snarled quickly mounting her husband eager to soak his cock in the cum of the beast that had just ravaged her, the grey wolf demon resuming ass fucking the nearly fully changed pack member, eager to be there when she took her first soul.

Licking her teeth and feeling her arousal grow ever higher Iris felt a growl in her throat, some instinct of hers wanted to break free from the stupor empowered by her exposure to one of the Idol’s bestial changes. Iris felt a strange territorial claim to this prey... Her fuck. She wanted to take it, nothing was taking her.

Suddenly a soft melody tugged at her to move on, her subconscious mind eager to reject the beast they clearly never wanted to be. Even as her traditional aggression mingled with the growing corruption infusing her further by mere willing presence of being on these grounds. Ever changed woman she could glimpse just fuelling her need to be here, to attain what they had all been bestowed.