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What would I say in that situation, alone and with a genuinely stunning creature, but the truth? I took a deep breath and spoke to my lover that evening, saying, “I often hide what I like for fear of repercussion. I don't want the more, let's say, traditional people to throw me out of town for my tastes.

“And here you are with a muscle-bound dog-gal, your clothes off, waiting to do my bidding," she chuckled. “Now, once I drink this, you'd better get ready because it doubles as an aphrodisiac." She stood tall over me, undoing her belt and letting her pants fall to the floor.

“So, the principle is simple, you see. I drink this, and then I grow something new and magical. And because it's magic, it won't transfer any venereal disease either to or from me, make sense?"

I had already sat on the bed, my eyes transfixed upon her fuzzy groin.

She downed the potion, gulping it with the expert imbiber of a master potioneer, wiping the remnants off her muzzle with a satisfied sigh and a huffing breath.

“You'd better be ready, little man," she growled, licking her lips and flashing bright white canines at me, “Because today, I'm gonna change your world!"

And you know what? She was right. From the moment she said that to the second moment, she threw her head back, gripping her face, groaning. I was hooked. The pangs of transformation fizzled through her body as the cock emerged, red and glistening like a thing of beauty.

I was drooling at the sight, a sight I couldn't take my eyes away, and one that hypnotized me so much that she had to grab me by the head and press my face up against it.

“You like this, little man? You wanna blow off steam by sucking off a chick's dick, eh?"

By the gods, what else is a man put on this world for but to wrap himself in the beauty of a woman?

I kissed that length, nuzzled against it, and moaned as much as my heart would allow in such a public place.

I sucked upon it as if drawing up life-giving water, glancing upward at her, watching her wide and knowing grin.

She thrust into me, sliding that tapered thing down my throat, blocking my air, choking me, but all the while, I thought it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened in my life.

“That's it, little man, drink it all. Be a good boy and taste my magic cum!"

Perhaps I should be embarrassed by it now, sir Tybalt. When she fucked my throat and held me down, shooting that hot and sticky load into me, I couldn't help myself but swallow as much as I could before falling back onto the bed, where she painted me with more splurts of that magical semen, drenching my chest and my stomach, leaving me panting, gasping, and feeling strangely fulfilled.

—

“That's all I remember from that night. Afterward, it was the morning, and she had left me where I lay, sticky and without her name," Michlah says, tears forming in his eyes. “I didn't know until a week later that the rising of the full moon would cause me to black out again, and now, on my second cycle, I came here, desperate for answers, yet knowing, I suppose, in the bottom of my heart, that the answer was already there."

Tybalt is silent throughout the story and doesn't offer anything else yet. Instead, Michlah ran a finger over his forehead, recoiling at the jolt of remembrance the night before, where the paladin's touch had knocked the beast out. “I never thanked you, did I?" Michlah asks.

“There is no need. I was merely doing my duty," Tybalt responds.

“No, but the guard is she… I mean, did I?"

“We are monitoring her now for any signs."

“Damn it all. My horny ass got me into this mess, and now someone else may be paying for my stupidity."

“You are untrained in the ways of your kind," Tybalt responds. “Until a cure can be found for such a curse, you need to seek out another of your kind who has learned to live with their curse and learn under them."

“My kind… living under this curse… bah! I wish I never required such a thing!"

Tybalt places his hands upon Michlah's shoulders. “You are tense right now. You need to relax while I prescribe you the course of action."

Michlah huffs but rolls his shoulders, closing his eyes. “What do you suggest we do?"

“We must become comfortable with one another," Tybalt begins, massaging the traveler. “We must then set out on a journey—you to find a tutor and me to find the one who did this to you and punish her."

Michlah pulls away, spinning around. “Punish her? But she didn't? I mean, maybe she didn't know? Maybe she…" he trails off.

“She slept with you under the pretense of being a beastkin race. Hiding her true nature is a crime in the world of love. For that alone, I must confront her."

“You're saying there's more to it, though."

“That I cannot determine until I hear from her."

“Fine, fine," Michlah says, pulling his glasses off and rubbing his nose. “What do you suggest we do then? Pack up, get ready to go?"

“It is still within the moon cycle," Tybalt says, glancing out the window, “and the sun will soon be setting."

“By the gods, I slept that long."

“I must stay with you here for the night and ensure you do not harm anyone."

Michlah blinks, “But what about you?"

“Do you think you will harm me?" Tybalt asks, a soft smile on his lips.

“No, no, of course not, but… what will we do until I transform?"

“What would you like to do?" the knight asks, tilting his head gently.

“By the gods," Michlah groans. “What is wrong with me."

“Nothing," says Tybalt, “but if you need comfort, I can provide."