Knot it behind my head without interrupting the kiss. And you will love it as soon as you have thrown off the shackles that hold you in this body. I don’t move and listen. You kiss me lightly on the lips. I sink my sharp teeth into your shoulder to taste your blood, and my claws scrape over your hard scales as I pull you deeper into me. The sparks fall on your back and burn your skin. I want to hold it in. You don’t want to kill me, but you can’t take your claw off my neck and fuck me without the sight of my slowly fading senses and your blood on my lips and fangs. Traces of cuts stretch across my breasts, and I can again remember rough tongues that have licked the blood. The sparks that are still falling around us. You put your arms around me and pull me to you. My claws tear the skin on your wrist, and you come violently inside me. “Does she look like she doesn’t want it?” you ask. My body is large, and the skin is no longer white but somehow sand-colored or gray and much thicker.
