The Elevator Doors Opened

Sierra and Damian hardly noticed the fall as the elevator doors opened behind them. There was only the rutt to them right now. Pure, primal, fucking. The tumble did nothing but encourage and invigorate their sexual conduct as Sierra bounced atop the cock beneath her arching her back to flaunt her nude, bouncing breasts to the blue haired security guard, and oddly old-fashioned outfitted woman.

Their short dialogue didn’t matter to them, especially as their third crawled out of the elevator, slowly slinking her dress off behind her like a serpent shedding its skin. As she dragged her naked breasts up Damian’s legs, she began running her hands all over Sierra from behind while sucking on Damian’s testicles.

As the elevator doors clanked shut Karla grinned happily, having smelled the arousal and growing corruption off the woman who just left as easily as freshly cut grass.

Glancing up the hall she sniffed for a moment, no more guests should be coming through her nose told her. Slowly unbuttoning her top Karla began to strip, hungering to join the trio.

She had felt her demonic powers grow lacking compared to the ambitions and acts of Elise and some of the other werewolves. She hungered to feed the Idol some souls for fear of becoming the weak link in the pack.

Crouching down to all fours she reverted to her more sexual, canid form, walking up and offering her teets to the rutting pair, eager to nourish their corruption further.

Karla could see their corruption was well underway, she frowned slightly. Disappointed that all three of them were too far along to be corrupted into her pack.

Although that was no reason not to try. Whipping her tail around behind Erin-Lynn she sharply impaled it into the now raven-haired woman provoking a potent shriek of surprise and pleasure.

As the threesome became a foursome the chorus of moans grew louder and stronger, all of them were on the cusp, their bodies toned, faces freed from age and carved into apexes of beauty and attraction.

Karla groaned cumming into Erin-Lynn, she grinned in eager delight hoping to be the one to finalize the corruption of these souls and take credit for their hellish descent.

Erin-Lynn's raven hair began to shift to an auburn, and further towards a red. As her tail began to grow it flicked its phallic tip. Her pointed ears adopted the pointed shape of a foxes as her eyes turned golden and slitted.

With a sudden and aggressive swing Erin-Lynn grabbed Karla by the scruff of the neck, pulling the werebitch to meet her primal sexual gaze.

Erin-Lynn could already hear the Idol’s whispers reaching out to them, urging them to shed their immortal burdens for its immoral promise.

Erin-Lynn growled. She wasn't finished with that, she thought grinning maliciously as she slowly moaned two words. “Not… Yours…” Erin-Lynn tugged Karla closer, squeezing one of the former hookers tits with her clawing hands as she felt her still growing tail wave about craving its virgin use.

Casting Karla away Erin-Lynn crawled closer to the demonizing couple she felt her soul being shed alongside. As Damian hammered down into Sierra, Erin-Lynn sucked on her own tail tip, lubing it up before slowly probing up under Damian’s testicles.

Karla fell over and scoffed at the bitch, she angrily stared at the woman who dared mock her attempts to induct her into the pack. It was clear all three were well on their way, Karla could feel their souls slowly absorbing into the Idol’s realm.

Nibbling on Damian’s ear Erin-Lynn whispered to the heavily breathing incumbent incubus while gazing over at the glaring wolf like demon who had tried to corrupt her in the 11th hour of her submission to the Idol.

“Mind if I finally join you?” Erin-Lynn’s question was urgently answered as Damian quickly pulled her into a lewd, wet, passionate kiss. As it broke Erin-Lynn gasped alongside Sierra as her tail pressed into the former woman ass.

Erin-Lynn relished the feel of her tails virgin penetration, moaning into Sierra’s mouth she broke the kiss to gaze eager and wantonly at her fellow hell slut. “Fuck me with it…” Erin-Lynn snarled, she didn't have much time. Not if she planned to have the pleasure of chasing her hubby down. She hungered at the thoughts of grinding atop of him, recounting what a cheating dirty slut she was. She imagined angering him, igniting the spirit of a raging animal that would rage fuck her until it surrendered its soul.

Erin-Lynn wasn’t **** to wait long, Sierra and Damian’s tails intertwining before blindly feeling and gratuitously provoking gasps of added pleasure as they began fucking their fellow falling soul together.

Erin-Lynn’s body swelled with pleasure at it, she was there, on the cusp of the orgasmic oblivion ready to fall to the Idol. Her mind raced at the idea of inviting the couple to join her in pursuit of her husband, a new delightful idea of being entwined like this by them atop of him.

Erin-Lynn screamed out in delight as her soul lost what little grasp it had left, eagerly accepting the orgasmic release of the Idol’s covenant as she watched Karla stalk away seeking a new soul laden victim.

Erin-Lynn relished slowly dragging her tail from Sierra’s ass, a cream pie of dark cum showing as it left.

Reluctantly parting from the rutting duo, Erin-Lynn watched as their wings flapped and tails whipped about. Sierra's skin now a slate grey, her nipples and lips a hot pink, her long hair a rich royal purple.

Damian’s skin had turned a deep forest green, his hair a stone gray. Turning to the elevators they sensed there wasn't much time left for the people in the hotel.

Standing up she explored her new native form, her fluffy red tail’s white tipped hairs slowly enclosing around her phallus as she groped her orange hued skin and breasts with white nipples. While she bore a fox like tail, and ears, the rest of her was pure succubus.

The bride was about to join their souls.

Erin-Lynn wondered if it was worth rushing to get dressed. Her dress probably no longer fit anyways.