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Shifting Consequences--Chapter 41: Insecure Security By Zmeydros (Lucien Quinn)

Mallory pulls up Deron's file on her laptop and looks through it. He's stable, he's straight, he's ridiculously normal. How boring. Wait, what's this? He supports a charity that sends old textbooks to Africa. She wouldn't have guessed based on how curt he is to her...

She invokes privileges that she got while working in internal affairs and starts looking at the files of the eight people that have more power than her in the FBI. Two of them are female. They seem like stable, logical people. One of the men is a lot like J. Edgar Hoover, or the stories told about him anyway. The assistant director has some mental stability problems in his past and has been tried for assault twice. He wasn't convicted, though. She won't mess with him. It's not worth the risk.

The Homeland security liaison has had some stuff scrubbed from his file. It has to do with his military service in Afghanistan. She'll steer clear of him too. She would try to do something to the director of the FBI, but there are some very believable rumors that he's obsessed with his own safety. Who knows who would be watching him.

Out of the other five individuals, only one of the women hasn't been to Mallory's house. She'll have to invite them all over this week or next week for a transformative conversation. If she plays her cards right, she could end up having more power than the director. She's not above some very useful blackmail if it comes down to that.

She could wait years and work herself up to the top, but that's the boring way to do it... She thinks about what she's going to say to Deron. She'll just tell him what she told Brady. If he doesn't believe her, she can threaten to get him sent to a lab for study. There might be a better way to control him, but she's running out of time. It would work best if he changed without her changing at first. Brady's cum will "cum" in handy--she laughs to herself feeling like a teenager.

How is she going to get Brady's semen inside Deron? An image pops into her mind--Deron dipping vanilla wafers into whip cream and eating them. When did she see him do that? It must have been couple months ago when she was passing the upstairs break room. Wash she giving a tour to someone? She shakes her head, that doesn't matter. What does matter is that Deron looked like he was really enjoying himself while eating them. That's it! All she needs to do is make tainted whipped cream and get some vanilla wafers.

She picks up the phone and calls one of the interns on the first floor. She doesn't even remember his name. "Hey, we need vanilla wafers and some heavy whipping cream and powdered sugar. Could you go get some and leave them in the break room on the third floor? I know it's an odd request, but if you do this for me, I will put in a good word for you."

"Yeah, uh, sure. Could you tell Calvin that you gave me an errand to run?"

"Absolutely, just call me when you've delivered them." Mallory hangs up.

She dials Calvin's extension. "I sent one of your interns on an important errand."

"I wish you'd asked me first. Which one?" Calvin sounds mildly disinterested.

"I actually don't know."

"Mallory, it says the name of the person on the screen when you dial their number."

"Well, I didn't look at it." Mallory pulls at the phone cord.

"Next time, look. And it's fine. Thanks for letting me know." Calvin hangs up.

Mallory slams the phone down. He's lucky he hung up because she was about to give him an earful saying just because she didn't look at the screen this time doesn't mean that she doesn't know how it works. That sometimes when she's in a hurry, the details don't matter. She sighs. How is she going to get Deron to eat her tainted treat when he'll probably see it as a bribe to gain his trust?

She calls the extension for the general security office. "Sonya, Deron's been working really hard and I wanted to give him his favorite snack this week, but he's a bit annoyed with me, so I have these vanilla wafers and whipped cream that will go bad if I don't give them to him today. Could you just give them to him and say they're from you so that they don't go to waste?"

"Sure, should I come and get them now?"

"You can get the whipped cream from the third floor break room fridge once I whip it up again and the wafers will be out on the table. I'll call when it's ready. Sometime in the next hour."

"Okay, I'll be--"

The thought of Sonya eating the dessert and transforming crosses Mallory's mind as Sonya is speaking. "Oh, and I promised the extra to the intern who ran out and got the supplies for me, so you can just bring the extra back down."

"Sounds good. Is there anything else?"

"No, and thank you!" Mallory grins to herself as she hangs up. Sonya is young and fairly good looking. If she delivers the tainted snack, Deron will probably eat it without a second thought.

A chill runs down Mallory's spine, what if someone samples the whip cream while it's sitting in the refrigerator or something? One has to take risks to get to the top and if someone she doesn't intend to transform ends up doing so, she can use it as a distraction or as a reason that she doesn't have to capture Zack. Why capture him if there are specimens who are easier to access? People already working for the FBI will get better treatment anyway.

As long as she controls the information and she acts fast to transform the people who have a higher pay grade than her, she should be able to ride this wave to the top. She checks her emails until that random intern calls and says he's dropped off the food.

After she hangs up, she walks into the break room and grabs a large tupperware from the upper cabinet to the right of the sink and a whisk from the drawer next to the sink. Then she grabs the heavy whipping cream, powdered sugar and vanilla wafers. She has trouble opening her office door with all this stuff in her hands, but gets it on the fourth try by wedging the door handle between the bottom of her right hand and her hip while she's standing on her tip-toes and then moving her body down to turn the handle.

Once inside her office, she pours the heavy whipping cream into the glass that she collected Brady's cum in and sloshes it around a bit before pouring it into the tupperware. She adds some powdered sugar and starts whipping. Her many times throwing parties has given her a what some would call sixth sense about how to make good whip cream. She knows the perfect amount of powdered sugar, how to move the whisk harshly without splattering whip cream on herself, and exactly when she's reached the right consistency by how hard it is to move the whisk.

Five minutes later, she pops the top on the bowl of whip cream and carries it to the break room refrigerator. She has to push a couple lunch bags to the side to fit it in since it's a sizable four-cup tupperware. She puts the vanilla wafers on the counter next to the fridge.

The moment she's back in her office, she calls Sonya.

"Hello?"

"It's ready. Could you call me when it's delivered? I want to give him some time to enjoy it before I call him down for a meeting."

"I'm guessing your original plan was to give it to him during that meeting, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm a bit disappointed, but at least he'll get to enjoy my treat even if he doesn't know I made it."

"I'll have to find a way to thank you for the brownie points I'm going to get."

"I think you mean wafer points this time."

Sonya laughs. "True... I'll call you in a couple minutes."

Sonya gets out of her chair and walks down a flight of stairs to the third floor. When she gets to the break room, she grabs the whip cream and the vanilla wafers. She sets the tupperware down on the counter while she holds the vanilla wafers under her arm. She may as well sample Mallory's cooking. She peels back the top of the tupperware and gets a generous portion of whip cream on her finger.

It tastes fatty and fluffy with the perfect hint of sweet. She dips her finger in again and has a bit more before noticing the valleys she's carved out by gathering samples to taste. She shakes the tupperware to get the whip cream to look even again. It takes a bit of effort because the cream is so well whipped.

She puts the top back on and grabs the tupperware before going upstairs to Deron's office.

She knocks on Deron's door. "I brought you a treat."

"Oh? Come in." Deron says. The surprise makes his gruff voice sound less intimidating.

When she opens the door, she is greeted by the starkness that is Deron's office. The lamp on his desk is an expression of modern straight lines and stainless steel. The calendar on his wall is showing the facade of some famous skyscraper--the Sears Tower? It doesn't matter, famous buildings are of no interest to her. Deron's desk is made of a piece of frosted glass on stainless steel legs and looks like something that would be more at home on a sci-fi movie set than in an FBI employee's office.

"It appears you know me well." Daron's full black beard is a bit longer than his close-cropped hair. He looks at Sonya with his hands making a steeple in front of his nose waiting for her to set his favorite snack down.

Sonya laughs not wanting to take direct credit for Mallory's idea. "For all your hard work." She sets the tupperware and the bag on his desk.

His hands remain in a steeple and his eyes briefly looks at the food. "I don't think I've been working any harder than before and you didn't bring me treats then. Have I done something specific that you think I need to be rewarded for?"

Sonya can't read his expression because most of it is hidden behind his hands. Her heart starts beating faster. His eyes do show a slight smile. He's probably not suspicious, but her knowing that she's withholding information is making her feel guilty. "Well, I finished watching Sherlock this weekend and it was the best show I've ever seen! You're the one that recommended it to me, so I thought you deserved a treat. I wasn't going to tell you this because I thought it was a silly reason."

Deron parts his hands and reaches for the tupperware. "Not a silly reason at all." He pops the top and then uses it to point at one of the straight-backed steel and nylon mesh chairs at the front of his desk. "Have a seat. There's no way I can eat this much whip cream on my own."

Sonya smiles and sits across from him. "Are you sure it's okay? Didn't you want the powerpoint about correct strip-search procedure done by tomorrow?"

"It can wait, this whip cream can not." He pops the top open.

She opens the bag of vanilla wafers and lets him grab the first handful.

He dips one of them into the whip cream and then eats it. "Mmm Mmm MMM!" He shakes his head back and forth making a scene of how good it is.

Sonya laughs at his antics and then grabs a handful for herself. She dips one and munches on it. This is a great combination. The crunchiness of the wafer, the smooth texture of the whip cream. Plenty of vanilla flavor and just the right amount of sweetness. She can't stop herself from going "Mmm."

"So, I actually know very little about you. You've been here for what? Two months?" He pops another one into his mouth as he waits for her answer.

"Two and a half. It's not as difficult as I thought it would be."

"That's because you've got mad computer skills. I thought I was a whiz, but you make me feel like a man from another age." He dips one wafer in and then puts another wafer on top making a little sandwich. He pops the whole thing into his mouth.

A blush forms on her face. Was his compliment that good? No, she doesn't blush from compliments alone. It feels a bit hot in here. She shifts in her chair... Hot down there? Really? Deron is good looking, but he's easily twenty years older than her and she's never liked him in that way before. Well, he's never been this approachable before. Maybe she should have made him a snack earlier. "Nah, I think you're great troubleshooting."

Deron's losing count of how many he's having. He didn't realize he was this hungry. "Well, coming from you, I know that's a compliment."

"So, what are your hobbies?" Sonya shifts again in her chair. Her body throbs from the sensation of her sensitive pussy lips being rubbed against the fabric containing them.

Deron points at the calendar and then reaches into the bag for more vanilla wafers. "I photograph buildings, I work out, I play ping pong, and I watch old movies."

"You watch old movies?"

"Yeah, my father was a film studies professor. I watch old movies with him and then we talk about them. He's still writing papers even though he's retired. Sometimes my observations make it into his writing. It's fun."

She eats another couple wafers with as much whip cream as she can get on them before responding. "He specializes in old movies?"

"Yeah, more specifically, movies made by Hispanic directors. So, lots of foreign films. Sometimes he watches newer ones and does comparisons."

"This might be a stupid question, but does he speak Spanish?"

"We both do." Deron chuckles. "You're smart, attractive, capable, and kind. None of your questions are stupid. Ask away."

"You think I'm attractive?" Sonya's clit tingles. Why does she care if he does?

Deron rolls his eyes. "Out of all the compliments, that's the one you need clarification on? Of course I do... But, if me talking about that makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop."

"You're so conscientious. I love it!" Sonya leans forward. "I liked it when you called me attractive." There's no hiding it at this point. She can tell her body is attracted to his. If only she could take off some clothes; the skin on her lower back is getting a bit itchy.

"Oh, you did..." Deron blushes. "Man, I don't know what's gotten into me."

Sonya spreads her legs apart as a dull itch develops between her thighs. Her pants feel like they're pressing against her tailbone. Her left hand reaches down to fondle her clit while she tries to distract Deron by eating more wafers with her right hand. What the hell is going on? She tries to pretend her moan is from how good the food is.

Deron doesn't seem to buy it and his eyebrows leap up his forehead. "Are you okay?"

"OooOOH! Better than ok!" She reaches into her skirt and under her panties to stroke at her pussy. She feels so vulnerable, on display even. It's really hot. She looks into his eyes as she slides a finger inside herself. She's never been this wet! It would feel amazing to get fucked right now... "God! Deron, I don't know why, but I want to fuck you so bad I can't stop my own hands." She grabs at her left breast through her frilly shirt.

For a few seconds, Deron just stares at her dumbfounded. No female in his entire life has just randomly broken out into such a public display of arousal. And, her nose seems to be flattening out. What is going on? He remembers getting up this morning without hitting the snooze button, having to have buttered toast this morning because he was out of peanut butter, and driving his car to work only hitting one red light. This can't be a dream. Can it?

Sonya suddenly stands up and there's a ripping sound from something under her dark red skirt giving way. She reaches under it and tears off her panties before throwing them on Deron's desk. She shakes her head and takes her hands off of herself for a moment. It looks like it's taking her great effort not to touch herself. She looks into his eyes as she says, "Please fuck me. I need it, I'm burning up."

Deron idly itches the backs of his hands as he feels his erection quickly press into the space between his belt and his abdomen. He's getting hard in record time, she wants him, what is he supposed to do? His nipples are tingling--they almost never tingle. How can he have gotten this worked up without noticing? He watches in fascination and horror as she pulls her skirt down revealing shiny greenish-yellow scales between her legs and a tail hanging a bit off to the side. This is clearly not happening.

His shirt is tight against his skin, his skin feels thicker on the back of his hands and it's turning gray. His thighs are pressing against his pants. His nose is itchy. This is not real. He stands there in shock as his pant legs split along their seams. Grey hardened flesh covers most of his legs. As it spreads, a slow burn, like someone pulling duct tape off of his skin very slowly, causes him to shiver. It's such an unnatural sensation. Something only a dreaming mind could come up with.

Is this a nightmare? Some sort of reaction to food poisoning? Is he dying in his sleep, his brain trying to make sense of the world that has killed his body? He feels his face push out as he watches hers do the same. Her lower half pops and cracks as her scale-covered legs shift into a more feral form. The nails on her toes grow into semicircular claws as she fingers herself furiously while moaning and biting her lower lip.

Looking at the skin on his arms--almost all grey now--he remembers his childhood love of rhinos. The way his dad described them was so fanciful that he thought they were made up creatures until he was eight. Last year, he took a vacation to India to see them in person for the first time. Before the end of the trip, he'd donated a thousand dollars to help the wildlife reserve he'd stayed at catch poachers. Now, he was becoming part rhino. He can feel the horn pushing out of his extending muzzle. The feeling of his teeth shifting around is so uncomfortable that he can't tell what the other changes feel like.

She flashes him a look of need and he unbuckles his pants before dashing over to her. When he looks down at his cock, his eyes widen. It's becoming longer and thicker, part of the head is extending out, and the space around it is separating itself. It's like a flower, like a smaller tube surrounded by a larger cup. Pre drips out as a wave of pleasure rushes up his abdomen. His balls grow to the size of golf balls in a short time causing even more pleasure.

Sonya takes his moans as an invitation to toss off her her top and bra and lean over the desk. She lifts her red-tipped scaly lizard tail out of the way and spreads herself in front of him. Scales cover her blushing cheeks as her nostrils move away from each other. She's always loved lizards. These scales feel so good! The pinching sensation in her growing muzzle and the burning of her hands as her sensitive fingertips take on scales is a small price to pay for feeling this turned on. Whenever she rubs her clit, she feels like she's going to melt into the floor.

He's long past analyzing the situation. His muzzle grows to its full length, somewhere between human and animal, as he presses his impressive exotic member against her opening. He spreads her flower with his flower-like head feeling her throbbing hot and slick passage stretch willingly around him. "Oooh, that's nice!"

"Ah! Yeeesssssss." She delights at the hiss sounds she makes as it comes so naturally. The slight fork in her tongue becomes more and more defined as she hisses again and again feeling him shove more and more of that wonderful rhino phallus inside her. No cock has ever felt like this. The head has so much texture and it twitches as if it can move a bit on its own.

Looking at the scales on her arms, she knows this should be impossible, but she cannot deny what she's feeling. No dream she's ever had was like this. It's possible her mind is not anchored to reality anymore or that it never was to begin with and she's been living in an insane asylum. None of those thoughts matter. The feeling of his meaty growing cock testing the limits of her scaly cooch is all she wants to focus on. She moans and grabs onto the edge of the desk when his hands grab her sides and he pushes deeper. It's so good, she's feeling light-headed.

Deron's pinky and ring finger on each hand are fusing together to make a thicker, more rugged, digit. The scraping sensation of his flesh merging distracts him from his animalistic urges. There's so much tension around his phallus that he feels nearly claustrophobic. How did he even get this far in in the first place? "Fuck, you are tight. Does this hurt?"

"Noo-OOH! Keep going!" She can feel her body working to accommodate him. As nice as the stretching sensation is, there is no way he could have thrusted with any gusto if she stayed that tight. Her inner muscles are twitching as they grow longer fibers making her hole's capacity a closer match to his girth.

A powerful pulse runs down Deron's shaft as he feels it grow another couple inches, pushing him that much deeper into her sex. When a dollop of pre squirts into her twitching heat, he lets out a low grunt-growl. The last couple spots on his body that still have human skin become covered in thick rhino hide as his muzzle and horn complete their transition. His ears begin to change as his legs crack and pop and his pointer and middle fingers on each hand merge. None of these sensations deters him as he works his hot throbbing flesh into her body.

Scales travel down the backs of her legs, over her elbows, and over her abdomen as her ears shrink away leaving only the holes one would see on a lizard.

His feet are quickly taking on the three-digit shape of his hands, but with much thicker nails. A small tail is pressing out from his tailbone. On top of that, his body is bulking up a bit. His belly is rounding slightly, his hips, shoulders and abdomen feel like someone's pushing them further out and his limbs are thickening. Even though his skin is quick to accommodate the change, he can't help feeling like he's a balloon someone's filling with muscle, bone, and flesh. He bites his lip with his unfamiliar teeth as the mixture of discomfort and amazing pleasure leaves him feeling like he's got his front to a fire and his back to a cold wind. Just a bit more! He shoves himself deeper, maybe he's a foot long now and who knows how thick.

The feeling of his sheath meeting her pussy sends a shiver down his arms. He shoves in more, sliding his sheath back, and gasps. So deep, so fucking tight. This is unbelievable. It feels like his prick has sunk deep enough into her that he could just walk around with her attached to his body. He pulls out a third of the way and shoves back in. "OH! Uuhn!"

"YES!" She cries out trying not to yell so loud that people come looking. It's really hard to contain herself. It would be cool to see other people's reactions to her new form. Well, unless she's been in an asylum her whole life and is playing with dust bunnies pretending that one of them is her and the other one is Deron.

Nope, her imagination just isn't this good. The shaft she's riding is unlike anything she's ever had put in her. It's thicker than that cucumber she tried when she was sixteen. Oh god! Now his awesome-sized balls are slapping against her labia and clit. "Fassssther!" Her new tongue isn't cooperating, but who cares, he probably understood her.

Somewhere during the last few tweaks to his transformed body, Deron lost track of the sex. Now that his legs, feet, hands, ears, horn, and tail have fully shifted, he feels like a new man? rhino? Man-rhino? His eyes drift over his gray leathery skin and when he crosses them he can see his horn. Well, kinda--it is too close to his eyes for him to focus on it. Even more distracting than that are his ears and tail which can move! When he moves his ears, the sounds of his flesh slapping against hers change in character. Different corners of the room have their own unique acoustic characteristics--

Oh! Didn't she ask him to go faster or something? He moves his legs and tilts his hips a bit more so his thrusts are more level with her body. The result is bone-shaking quick thrusts. He makes another one of his grunt-growls. His hot breath is puffing out of his new nostrils and his whole body feels so powerful. There's no way this is real. The way her iridescent greenish-blue-yellow scales shimmer as her body moves under his rough caress is too beautiful. His big rhino cock can't possibly be fitting into her this well when she's that small. How big is he now? He thinks about his his new exotic form as he looks down at the place where his body meets hers. Her pussy is stretched so wide around his pink throbbing length and the fact that he gets thicker toward the base makes her spread even more as he hilts himself inside her. Is it possible for love-making to look this beautiful? No.

The skin on his forearms, cheeks and the backs of his ears blushes as he moves a hand to squeeze her scaly ass. He's about to-- The cylinder-within-a-cylinder head of his prick pulses as his prostate burns and he forces himself to hang on to his load. Not--yet. If this is a dream, a figment of his imagination, or some form of hallucinogenic food poisoning, he has to hang on to this moment because when it's lost, it may be lost forever. He's had plenty of orgasms, but he's never had sex like this. Sometimes the journey is more rewarding than the--

The back of Sonya's head starts tingling a couple minutes later because her mouth is hanging open and she can hardly breathe between moans. Not too long after that, there's a warm rush going down her thighs. Could it be? "Oooh. AAAH! FUCK!" Her pussy starts twitching randomly completely out of her control as she wiggles her ass back and forth grinding for all she's worth. That orgasm snuck up on her, but now that it's happening, it's glorious.

"Oh! Nooo!" Deron feels her move against him and the twitching of her tunnel. Her tail squeezes across his buttocks and wraps around his shin. He shoves all the way in and takes a deep breath as he tries to bring his body down from the precipice of release. A miracle occurs, his shaft contracts along its length a few times throwing pre deep into her chasm, but his fireworks don't go off.

His shaft, prostate, and tail smolder with pleasure, but the smoldering never turns to flame. More deep breaths. More convulsions from Sonya's orgasming body. Her cries and hisses sound so rapturous. What will she do the second time he brings her to the peak? In his twenties, he learned that women are not one-trick ponies. Mostly by accident--he's always been slow to cum.

Sonya feels her whole body awash in warm relaxation. Her sex is still being held wide open by Deron's shaft. Thank God he's not shrinking yet. She bites her lip--"OW!"

"You okay?" He asks between pants.

The persistent joy of afterglow comes out through her laughter. A few moments later, she's finally able to stop herself and looks back at him to see his ears pointed toward her in interest. Her laughter must have made her seem like a lunatic. "Yeah, I didn't realize how sharp my fangs were."

Deron chuckles only to be cut off by his own moan when she gives his cock a squeeze. "You naughty snake. So you want more?"

More? Didn't he cum? How can there be more? It's like getting to the bottom of a container of your favorite ice cream only to find that there's a whole other container still in the freezer. "You serious?"

Instead of an answer, he pulls out half way and slams in again.

"Fuck!" She can't help swearing, her body is being forced to switch gears really quickly. It's exhilarating. Men rarely do this for her. Normally, she has to go after multiple O's with mechanical assistance. Why did he stop? "Keep going!"

"Sorry, I thought you were telling me you were in pain." He grabs hold of her sides.

She grabs his right hand and brings it up to her breast. "Now that you've loosened me up, it's time to show me what you can do. Now, don't stop unless I say 'eggplant.'"

He laughs. "Good safe word." With this new permission, he pulls out all the way and then shoves all the way back in. Slowly and steadily he repeats the entire motion. Both of them let out long moans each time he goes all the way in. He's stretched her enough that her hole is easy to enter after a full exit. He's never been able to do it like this. Squeezing her ass cheeks, he pulls them apart a bit so he has a better view of the action. "Lift your tail, girl."

She looks back at him and lifts her tail, blushing when she sees his eyes fixate on where he's entering her. He goes in harder causing her look straight ahead and close her eyes. This is even better than before.

Watching her scaled pussy lips part around his massive member, his chest starts to heat up as if all of it is blushing. The scales shimmer with wetness and when he pulls all the way out, he can see a slight gape. The lips of her muff are used to being stretched around him now. He drives home again and again, falling into a deep state of sexual zen. The heat moves up his arms, neck, to his cheeks, and across his face to his forehead. Then down his back.

Sonya bites her lip carefully. The full thrusts he was doing nearly brought her over the edge three times already. There's just something about the feeling of being penetrated all the way that is deeply satisfying. It's like being separate and then connected over and over again. Feeling like two entities and then one.

Soon, his body urges him to go faster and he pulls out only three-fourths of the way each time. He grabs her around the middle and lifts her off the desk so she's pressing against his belly and toned chest. She hooks her legs around behind his thighs. He fondles her breasts as he bounces her on him making her body and black shoulder-length hair flail a bit. He grunts each time he's fully hilted. The warmth moves down past his butt, between his thighs, and then to his legs and prostate. There's no holding back now.

He picks up the pace until the wet smacking sounds become like a constant clapping. And a few uncountable moments later, he drives home one last time. "GaaaAAAAH!" He grunt-growls and grits his teeth as his cock unleashes a torrent inside her.

"Oooohhhh GOD YESSSS!" The contractions of his cock are even more powerful this time. She cums instantly throwing her head back nearly banging the back of her head on his muzzle as she gasps in ecstasy. Eventually, she starts moaning deeply and curling her toes. He's pulling her against his chest pressing their bodies together as much as possible. She squeezes his leg and butt with her tail as she feels his spunk fill her depths with warmth. That warmth spreads to her whole body as her pussy continues to twitch and pull his product deeper. Her moans slowly devolve into a lazy smile as every muscle in her body loosens.

The way her body grinds and massages his cock has him gasping and grunting so much that he's short of breath. He pulls her body against him feeling her breasts in his hands. They're wonderfully smooth and squishy and her nipples are so hard that they're tickling his palms. Her legs and tail are wrapped around him squeezing his flesh enough that he can feel her individual scales. When his shaft stops filling her, he stays in position for almost half a minute. Her body relaxes and he slowly gets down on the floor so that she's on top of him.

Her tail releases his butt and leg as he does this and she finds herself sitting atop him as his phallus slowly retreats. She turns around and leans forward looking in his eyes. "That was ah-mazing."

Deron chuckles and runs his hands down her sides and then over her tail. "Yeah, that was the best sex I've ever had."

"Normally, I wouldn't believe you, but after what just happened, I'd be offended if you didn't say it." She grabs his horn and leans down to kiss him.

At first, he just touches lips, but he opens his mouth when she runs her long forked tongue along them. Her tongue darts around his mouth and he presses his wide powerful tongue into her mouth. He winces when her fangs threaten to puncture it and twists his tongue a bit so it fits between them. In his state of afterglow bliss, he looses track of the time they spend making out. When his cock has retreated nearly all the way, his semen leaks out of her onto his crotch.

She gets off of him and lies beside him pressing her body against his side.