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.A throaty moan of delight was muffled by Gunn's kiss.But, Diablo felt the delicatesqueeze of feminine muscles and renewed his efforts.He wanted her wild with the samelevel of erotic need he felt.When her interior walls clenched faster, he reluctantly withdrew his tongue, kneading herbottom and coaxing her away from peak that was much too soon for kind of release hehad in mind.Unable to resist another taste of her honey, he let his tongue slide through her folds,savoring her creamy sweetness and ending with a teasing flick of her clit.But then, Zaynah's hips bucked, grinding her delicate folds against his mouth.He simplyhung on as she erupted in a fiery orgasm that threatened to take him over the edge.Rapidly passing his capacity for control, he barely waited for her quakes of fulfillment toease before he freed his straining cock, thrusting into the velvet clasp of her pussy.Sheclamped down on his shaft, massaged him with surprising strength.He dug deeper for control, trying to prolong the ecstasy when a loud pop disturbed therhythm of his strokes.Chapter TwelveDiablo and Gunn didn't scream or run away as she would've if it had been possible for herto escape the agony.But they quickly withdrew from her body, tucking their equipmentinto the tough, fleshy pockets that completely covered their vulnerable cocks and balls.Not that she blamed them.She was a monster.Her teeth ached, moved, and grew longer and sharper.The popping sounds continued,accompanying the torture of her bones stretching and new connections formed.Muscleslengthened, thickened, and expanded.Everything hurt.Then, the tender pad over her tailbone erupted into a fleshy tail.She watched in sick fascination, as her nails burned then lengthened and thickened intolethal claws that made the demon's talons look dainty.Her skin darkened, the poresexpanding into shiny disks of red and gold scales.Her legs thickened and bent, formingpowerful haunches.Behind her, the monstrous tail lengthened and sprouted wicked, sharpspikes.Gasping through the pain, she wished that she'd spent a little less time working on herkekeor skills and had found a few hours to study the dragon holo-text that Xeth had givenher months ago.Because, unless she woke up real soon from the worst nightmare ever,she was a dragon.With sick certainty, Zaynah knew the dragon wanted sex with her mates.This is why shewas avoiding being intimate with them.Finally, lulled by the dragon's quiet, and desperate to make love with Diablo and Gunn,she'd convinced herself that she could control the inner monster.Wrong.Wrong.Wrong.She eyed her still lengthening claws with a blend of awe and horror.At least, knife-fighting skills were no longer a concern.Praying she wouldn't hurt either of the males, she gritted her teeth, enduring the pain of8shifting.Understanding what was gong to happen next might have helped.But, she didn'tremember much from the first shift, just a vague recollection of belly clenching pain.Now, she wanted to howl and lash out at someone.Suddenly, her eyes widen in fear.She rolled away from the males, clutching her stumpyforearms tightly to her transforming body.Terrified of hurting her mates.The pain wasrelentless, climbing steadily until she roared in agony.Then, thankfully, she lostconsciousness.When she woke, she still clutched her belly, which knotted with a terrible hunger.Her redand gold scales were clammy with cold sweat.She shivered, suddenly freezing.Instantly, Diablo and Gunn were there, wrapping her in soft blankets, and feeding her asoothing drink of olive oil.A generous pile of charred pork sides waited.Smart males.Very smart.She made rude grunting sounds of appreciation, downing the oil, and then shoveling thecrisp succulent meat in with both clumsy paws.As she polished off the last tasty shreds of roast pork, Gunn sat down a second tray ofmeat along with a large bowl of spiced nut butter.The hunger pangs still tore at her belly.But, she managed to say, "Thanks." At least, that's what she'd intended to say.Her voicecame out in a barely recognizable growl--deeper, rougher, and as throaty as a racy surfacetransport.She reached for another handful of pork, and then slurped down more oil, following thestaggering amount of food with a nice second helping of the nut butter.Horrified, she realized that she'd just consumed a dinner for eight.If the guests had heartyappetites and strange cravings.At least, her hunger pangs had subsided.A burp rose andshe covered her mouth.Flames erupted from her lips, singeing her paw and burning herthroat.Diablo ran to the replicator for ice and more oil.Hot tears welled in her eyes, which were no doubt as big and scary as the rest of her.Shecouldn't even burp without causing a disaster.Tears of liquid fire sizzled down the sidesof her snout.Diablo cuddled her burned paw in a fluffy, white towel filled with chopped ice, feedingher sips of oil at the same time."You're not that big, sweetness.No more than a couple of meters, dainty really," he saidwith such serious sweetness that her emotions ran riot.Dear Goddess of Fire! She'd forgotten he and Gunn could tune into her thoughts.Thatthey knew what a self-pitying mess she was just made her feel worse.Swallowing hard, she lifted her, no doubt grotesque, chin, willing back the tears [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]