Their Drunk Tank

The room reeked of sex, various groans of drunken pleasure resonated around the room, like a chorus of crickets soon silenced by the haunting howl of orgasm as Elyse liberated the soul of another drunken denizen of the wedding.

As his body slowly melded into the hotel floor the werewolf harlot rose to her feet, looking at the 4 remaining souls handcuffed to the liquor cage, some becoming increasingly soberly aware of the lupine woman as she took stock of her quarry.

The Idol's growing power and influence allowed her and her pack mates to become picky about who would join their ranks. They were after all more than just corrupted humans, they were an elite group of hunters for the Idol, and as Elyse was learning with each soul she claimed for it… They could be more.

Already she could sense her growing connection to the Idol's hellish domain. Her fur was thinning, her pelt receding to a luscious mane along the ridge of her back as she became less werewolf and more were-hell hound.

“Let me help you with your worry…” Elyse soothed one man as he stopped struggling and stared at her, torn between terror at the man whose post-surrender existence was becoming part of the increasingly haunted and alive hotel, and the arousal and desire to feel his way around her curves. “You poor thing, you feather-weight at the bar. Here…” Elyse soothed, reaching to a nearby bottle.

Looking at the wine bottle she scribed a nail around the neck, then with a push of her clawed thumb, it snapped cleanly open. “Transmutation exists for more than just the blood of Christ,” Elyse stated swirling the bottle before taking a swig.

“Our God…”

“HELP!” Sandra kicked and flailed as best she could, relieved to have cried out in distress once before Omar muffled her mouth again, Elyse glaring commandingly in their direction. Obviously angry with the contempt of the interruption, she was busy delivering infernal communion. Something inspired by her more religious relations, and her newborn sacrilegious inclination to anything not aligned with the Idol.

“This is the blood of pleasure everlasting.” Elyse resumed after silence resumed and her eyes had bored into Sandra's with their aggressive, assertive dominance. “Take this, and believe in sinning eternal.” Elyse finished, pressing her large breasts against the man before kissing him sloppily with her lupine tongue, the corruptive wine seducing his tongue with its taste.

His eyes went wide with fear, and the desire that terrorized him as Elyse withdrew from the kiss. Slowly the slightly viscous wine was slowly poured out onto her breasts, inviting him to lap at it as it flowed across her seductive curves.

The captured man began to lap and suck at the wine as it rolled across her reddening chest. As the flow of wine slowed he found a nipple, suckling long and hard of the corrupting nutrients feeling them nourish the growing lust and temptation within.

Smiling as she gazed down at him Elyse pulled her breast free with a pop. “No show me your depraved worth, I'm going to have you deep throat this like a cock you might have never considered sucking.” Elyse began, her voice growing dirtier and more arousing with each word. “And you're going to swallow it all, like the load of cum you're waiting to see me swallow.”

Rolling the glass across the man's lips, as he voluntarily stuck out his tongue Elyse smiled. The sharp edge cutting it open, exposing blood. Satisfied that his desire outweighed the harm of the cut Elyse shoved the bottle into his mouth, then forcing it deeper into his throat. Finally tipping his head up as it got as deep as it could.

“Now finish that, and I'll finish you,” Elyse added, stroking his exposed cock once before dropping to all fours and walking out to where her two pack mates held the new arrival.

“This one became aware,” Andrew commented nodding at the bridesmaid who was now staring in shock at the guy holding the wine bottle skyward, the gurgling of the bottle throbbing as air rose up to the vacuum contained within it as it tried to empty into him.

“Then leave her aware. If she doesn't want to partake, take her outside and free her.” Elyse commented, running a hand across Sandra's exposed shoulder, two fingers settling on the flower pinned to her chest. “Be sure to feed her flower first though.”

“Are we not taking her?” Omar asked, grinding his rigid cock against Sandra wantonly, his pre-cum seeping into the fabric

“Of course, I just thought you'd like the chase. Not to mention letting her experience the real-life horror of being chased by monsters in the ravine beyond the hotel gardens.” Elyse replied with a husky tone, guiding Andrew's snout to meet with hers for a wet kiss. "After all, she chose to be afraid."

“If she gets that far,” Omar remarked with a hungry grin grinding against the suddenly more **** squirming of Sandra trying to escape.

Andrew chuckled with evil delight as he fetched a bottle, Elyse returning to her deep-throating charge who was almost three quarters done their bottle.

Sandra gasped as she felt her left breast burn with unexpected pleasure, gazing down as best she could her eyes went wide as the flower seemed to reach out from where it had been pinned to her chest as if growing towards daylight.

As Andrew tipped the bottle and began dripping its corrupted **** essence into the infernal blossom Sandra squirmed under a growing climax, an icy chill spreading outwards through her flesh from where the flower clung.

With growing terror, Sandra's mind raced in **** thoughts trying to remember the layout of the grounds. If she could get to a road…