They Corrupt Their Prey

Cara cursed as she crashed to the ground. She never stood a chance as Omar raked his forepaws together sweeping the legs out from under her. Before she could finish cursing and feeling the impact she felt the warm weight of Omar pressed down upon her, her dress and underwear already ripped open, his canid cock filling the shallow valley of her ass.

“Are you a fan of horror" Omar luridly asked her, pausing barely a second for a reply. “I am, and its amazing living in one."

“No..NO!” Cara cried out shaking her head, her ponytail whipping into Omar's face as his cock began penetrating into her tight ass slowly.

“FUCK.” Cara whimpered, shivering slightly as the pain rippling through her body seemed to roll over into pleasure, slowly growing pleasure provoking whimpers of delight as she shook her head in denial at the desire for Omar's cock to go deeper, faster, harder, repeatedly.

He must be huge, Cara thought, trying to fight for control of her body as she felt herself pressing back into the penetrating cock. She panted heavily, swallowing deeply as her breathing grew ragged as increasingly her thoughts twisted to marvelling at the joy and pleasure of the penetration slowly pressing deeper into her ass.

“FUCK!” Cara cried skyward as she felt the press of Omar’s thighs against her ass. Cara shook the desire to howl up into the sky past the muzzle her face now rubbed against.

“That’s right, enjoy the nightmare.” Omar huffed as he resisted the urge to just pound away into Cara, looking to enjoy the slow darkening of her mind as the corruption imbued within her was empowered. “Enjoy your dark perversions.”

Cara couldn’t help but giggle in response, dark perversions. Here she was being fucked by some sort of werewolf, relishing as he used her like some sort of bitch.

He’s not fucking you like the proper bitch you deserve to be.

The foreign thought excited Cara, shivering in delight she couldn't help but feel that he was holding something back.

“Fuck me like the bitch I am you mangy mutt.” Cara huskily groaned, provoking a chuckle from Omar, and a teasing brush of his prehensile phallic tail across her moistened pussy lips.

“I’ve yet to see you act like the craven bitch who fucks anything.” Omar replied, reaching around to grab Cara's throat, thrusting his cock deep and hard to press her breath out of her.

“Oh, I'm past fucking just anything.” Cara responded, throwing her head skyward she howled, her closed eyes opening to reveal glowing golden orbs. "I'm fucking you aren't I." She added licking her lips she gazed out at the tree line, she could sense him… No smell him, his distress. Grinning in excitement as the werewolf atop of her continued to tease double penetrating her she cried out.

“ERIC! Come back! I have something to share!” Chuffing in delight Cara felt an excited new pleasure as Omar’s head lay down atop hers, her elongating pointing ear pressing out the to sides as his muzzle sat between them.

“And just what do you have to share?” Omar asked.

“The offer.. of.. skull… fuck… ing… his… bit… ch… of… a…. sis… ter.” Cara moaned delighting in the idea of being so full of cocks.

Omar pressed hard and deep into her once more cumming for his first time, filling Cara with more of the Idol’s corruption.

“That’s right. Cum in me again.” Cara grunted, biting a lip at the thought of the next climax in the crescendo of corrupt pleasures having their way with her. “Make me cum screaming.”

“Oh, I’m not ready for that.” Omar replied as he felt Cara kiss and lap at his muzzle. “I want to hear you scream for more yet.”

Andrew meanwhile was fucking into the new found slut he had tackled, she moaned and arched her back, her hands fist a cock each as the two other happless victims kissed and nibbled either side of her face and neck, fondling her swelling breasts.

Thrace grinned to herself as she considered how prim and proper she had been raised to be, the idea of her parents being able to see her now adding to her arousal. She moaned and felt the claw marks that had shredded through her dress and down her chest spread slightly with each stretch and squirm of delight. What pain she did receive only furthering the tapestry of pleasure and delight over running her mind as she felt Andrew cum in her once more.

Andrew flashed a toothy grin, pulling out and standing upright, freeing the trio of faltering souls he had pinned still as he had his way with the woman. He half wished the yard was fully lit, adding more of an idea to how much the woman had changed already.

“More.” She moaned, gazing up at Andrew as he stroked his canid cock. “Cum on me, in me. I’m not done.” Thrace couldn’t understand why, but she wanted to fulfill any sexual desire around her, her own desire cravenly hungering to fulfill itself with any tidbit.

Sitting up she pressed the guy to her left down, “STAY”, Thrace commanded as she straddled him, quickly dropping her pussy down atop his rigid cock. It slipped in all to easy, making Thrace hunger for the beast before her to resume fucking her as she felt the other guy spreading her ass cheeks.

Yes, why hadn’t I thought of that. Thrace consider as she pulled Andrew closer, lavishly sucking on his balls and licking around his claw, slowly beginning to suck the bestial cock as any inhibition that would impede her evaporated in the fires of lust and desire fueled by each bite of food, sip of wine, and deep breath of the hotel air.

Thrace began putting aside any thought of self restraint or what she increasingly perceived as faulty composure. Her mind raced with new found perverse regrets, kinks she had refused to even try exploring, never mind immersing herself within.

As she slowly dragged her tongue up the underside of Andrew’s cock she moaned into it in delight at the new found freedom. Feeling Andrew’s cock begin to throb she pulled it from her mouth, looking voracious up into the werewolf's eyes as she felt the ropes of his cum splatter across her face.

Feeling her tongue lick some from her cheek she gasped as she felt herself climax one more, from the swelling cocks within her.

She thought of her boyfriend from the senior year, he was a real douche. He always tried to get her to let him cum on her face, feeling the warm perversion of the Idol’s corruption further.

Suddenly realizing the sudden mass on her chest Thrace looked down, she half wished she had perched atop the cock beneath her the other way to feel a face motor boat her new endowments, her paltry Bs now full Es swinging beneath her.

They were gifts, blessings for her new life. She didn’t know how she knew, she could just feel it as she cupped them and gazed up at the beast above her.

“Fuck them. Cum all over them. Cum in me!” Thrace excitedly demanded enjoying the howl of delight from Andrew as she clamped her breasts round his cock and set to work. Enwrapping her tongue around the knotted end of his cock Thrace sucked for a moment before howling skyward.

She knew she was becoming like the beast above her, the one that tackled her and these two men… No beasts, she corrected her thoughts as she felt their cocks swell larger within her.

And she wanted it.

Andrew gazed down at the howling woman tit-fucking his cock. While her front torso remained free of fur a velvety pelt had grown black down her back. Her pony tail had been shed as her ears pointed and migrated to the peak of her head. Her husky like canid form amplified by her monochromatic eyes, one glowing white, the other blue.

She was almost finished, her own will advancing her changes as her phallus tipped tail emerged behind the ass of the man fucking her ass. The man she straddled licked at it as it slowly grew length then curled up, slowly unfurling back and forth as Thrace flexed the new limb.

“Are you ready to release your soulful constraints.” Andrew grunted, feeling his next orgasm near.

“Mmmm…” Thrace wantonly moaned in response, tongue entwined around Andrew’s cock as she felt the Idol reach into her.

With stunning ferocity she felt her soul ripped from within her, the vacuum of now absent moral fiber flooding with the Idol’s lust, depravity, and evil influence.

Howling skyward Thrace heard Andrew, Elyse, Omar, Darryl and most importantly Paul the progenitor of the pack into which she was soullessly reborn.

Nodding knowingly to Andrew she watched him run off into the dark, they could smell resistant souls still endeavouring to escape.

Pressing back against the developing wolf man behind her Thrace smiled, she had two souls to yet finish here.