She Herself Falls Prey

Anya fell to all fours in agony. She didn’t dare look to the source of the shocking and agonizing pain, her mind and peripheral vision telling her what she didn’t want to even consider.

Anya wasn’t sure if she was screaming in pain and agony, or climactic pleasure. The fangs dug into her shoulder, their lupine figure pushing her down to her knees before releasing her to drop on all fours. Panting heavily trying to process it all Anya tried to avert following up the digitrade feet that stepped into view before her.

Glancing over to Nikola it was clear what his new found allegiance was, his skyward cry of pleasure howling out through bulldog like jowls, his shirt seams torn beneath the **** of bulking muscle as his increasingly hairy arms accelerated the impact of his dick as each thrust collided head on with the pull of Elyse’s hips.

Glancing up Anya met a cock as it was smacked down upon her face. It was slimy with sexual fluids, welcomingly warm, and strangely alluringly scented.

As its rigid length dragged the head down across Anya’s nose she hardly even had a thought as her lips parted to kiss it, her tongue letting its veiny length drag across it. Creating a hunger for another taste.

Why shouldn’t she? Anya wondered, her loyalty to her relationship faltering before thoughts of how Nikola had betrayed it, fucking and baying in delight with another bitch. Why shouldn't she do the same to him?

Nuzzling into the cock before her she looked up its toned figure finding new found sexual appeal to the creature, before she began mouthing his cock, trying to wrestle it hands free into her mouth.

But the beast before her wasn’t alone.

Anya could feel the still swelling bosom of the changing woman who had bit her. The wounded flesh from its rendering teeth no longer a simple painful surge, a twisted warmth of pleasure dispersing from the forceful wound.

Moaning irresistibly Anya licked at the cock eagerly as it dragged across her face, mouth and kissing it eagerly as she felt increasingly like she was being teased with the drags of it across her face.

“GIVE IT TO ME!” Anya snapped, momentary pause and shock flowing across her face before the surging lust took back control. The wolf harlot pressed against her back chuckled. Her long tongue going from licking the rapidly healing wound of the bite to lapping and sucking the canid cock as it was offered to her.

It reminded her of how she had fallen so easily when escaping.

Kristen had been running out hot on the heels of her husband when they saw the black slender form of Elyse pouncing her second victim. As the monstrous wolf demon rushed on, Kristen’s husband paused for a moment.

It could have just as easily been them with how closely the wolf woman had come when tackling him. He crawled towards them in agony, an arm reached out to wordlessly ask for help.

Seeing the strangely feminine overly sexual wolf like creature had moved on he crouched down to help the wounded man up. He might not have been a Doctor, but as a Dentist he felt some obligation to try and at least help someone.

Then maybe look for his son.

“Thank you…” The man whispered weakly with a groan at the pain, he suppressed his thoughts and terror as he was started to be shuffled away from where he had been left.

His last human thoughts appreciating the generous act as his mind thought it lost control.

It hadn’t lost control though, it had surrendered it through the rampant fearful thoughts raging in his head. He had been scratched by a werewolf, what else could it have been? Like a horrible old fashioned campy horror the monsters had banded together.

And he was condemned to join them. His will could’ve held out, he could’ve resisted. But his negative thoughts and resignation to eventual doom ignited the corruption already within him, torching his chances of resisting.

With spontaneity akin to an explosion his body grew, bones shifted and changed, clothes ripped free as new muscle grew into place, and the new born member of the pack instinctively clamped down into their first aider's shoulder.

Kristin felt her heart skip a beat, feeling horrible as her shock didn’t make way for terror, but arousal. Watching as her husband crumpled to the ground, the recently weakened man now holding their rescuer up with new grown jaws and teeth strangely excited her.

Kristen stared helplessly unable to resist absorbing more detail of the newly minted beast in the parking lot lighting. There was something she found alluring about its lean yet solid build, its inhuman contours.

Its unsheathing 12” dick.

Watching as it released her husband to slump to the pavement Kristen felt strangely anchored as the beast approached her. Bipedal digitrade step, by confident step.

Kristen felt strangely at one with it. Working for a conservation area there had been times where she had to explain to children different animal’s places in nature.

Right now she was feeling hers, as a clear predator approached. Kristen submitted to her place as prey before it.

Her body excited by the sexual niche she felt resigned to.

Dropping to her knees before it she felt not pain as her knees quickly hit the pavement, no question or doubts as she weaved her head to the side, and ran her tongue up the recently changed fuck stick.

It was a sexual predator after all, and she was its prey. Its willing prey.

Oh so willing, she thought as she took her first attempt at swallowing the girthy shaft, her mind already racing with anticipation of where else she may yet feel it.

Her conscience tugged at her. She could hear her husband shuffling nearby. Her son was somewhere in the chaos.

But to all things there is a time, and she wasn’t escaping hers.

Feeling the sharp claws rake up her back she moaned into the cock, rolling her shoulders in pleasured delight at the pain as her dress peeled away, hanging by its slinky shoulder straps as her hands stroked the beasts legs in curious delight. Her strapless bra cradled within its sling, as her breasts began to swell gently.

Glancing to her husband as he growled at her Kristen simply smiled back, rising from her knees she slunk off and ripped free the last remnants of her human bonding.

Turning to run after a recently passed couple as she felt the changes over take her seemingly with each stride forward.

As Anya kissed along her cheek Kristen knew she had found one more kindred, glancing over her shoulder she could still see her husband, writhering on the ground, fighting the changes trying to take hold.

Scott struggled to accept that this was all real, fighting the moral erosion as new sexual ideas danced around the preparing funeral pyre of his soul.

The biggest blows so far had been the betrayal of the man he was saving, and his wife's whorish acts of submission as the beast left him crumpled on the ground.

Now he struggled with thoughts of how to reward the bitch. Something felt wrong about that concept, rewarding her… Shaking free from the attempt at debating terminology in his corrupting head he weakly turned his gaze to follow as Kristen quickly morphed into one of these very beasts that had attacked him.

His mind trying to hold onto soured angry thoughts against her as he thought about holding her down for their son to fuck her.

He tried to discard the image.

Suddenly thinking about fucking his niece atop of Kirsten, their sex juices dripping on her face as he brought the almost adoptive daughter to climax.

It was wrong.

His mind struggled against the bombardment, soon the thoughts showing him left out as his wife and Amanda enjoyed Jonas, Amanda’s parents even joining them.

He struggled with new feelings of being left out.

Suddenly he could see Kirsten clearer.

She had stripped the woman next to her with her claws, Anya left rocking between sucking on the cock before her, and Kirsten’s finger penetrating her.

Anya moaned incoherently in pleasure as she felt Kirsten’s dexterous lupine tongue penetrate her ass, not knowing just what Kirsten was doing.