eyes glazed over then the lids
shut, vomit spewing out of his mouth before he went completely limp.
Jason struggled with the dead weight, pushing the man's head into
an unnatural position, but Helena didn't appear phased by lack of
stamina anymore.
Her pelvis jutted up and down, the cock burrowing up into her then
pulling free save the very tip. Hip rocking twisted and bent the dick
but no sounds of complaint came even when it started to go flaccid.
Her fury stuttered and jabbing her clit into male hair, exciting and
swelling her bits until even Constantine could see them when he
looked over her shoulder longingly, her clit so clearly free of the hood
and swollen that she could vie with a newborn human male for size.
Heat crackled off her in electrical waves that shocked Constantine
up and down his cock. His dick refused to stay hidden and attempted
to find release through his pants to get to her ass.
"Constantine." Jason barked quietly but with a cold steadiness that
would accept no excuses.
Constantine grumbled and pierced his lip with an incisor to move
his bodily focus upwards. The air around him wavered, heating to a
radiant level as he watched in awe as she bucked into a frenzy,
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droplets of her juices and saliva going in all directions. She humped
the man's cock until her spine shot straight up and her legs shook.
Sweat formed on Jason and Constantine by her nearness. Sound
vibrated out her throat and hit both their skulls.
Jason let the body hit the floor, the cock pulling out of her and
falling at an odd angle, held on only by a sheath of skin.
Constantine held her limp growing body against his stomach. "Pile
up the pillows so we can lie her down. She won't be coming too any
time soon, not until the power has finished rewriting her circuitry."
"If it rewrites her circuitry." Jason stacked the piles as ordered.
"It will." Constantine laid her down on her stomach so she wouldn't
overheat. "It will."
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CHAPTER FOUR
Helena was sure she was hallucinating or succumbing to a fever.
She wanted to claw her own skin off for itching so badly, but she felt
too tired to flex her wrists let alone bend her fingers. Her insides
shrank, organs being wrung dry and withering so her muscles had
building supplies to layer new muscle on old until her skin stretched
so tight a quarter could bounce off her.
Heat built up inside her, tanning her flesh into leather against her
bones and tendons. Waves of energy rippled between muscle and
skin, dying to find a target that wasn't her. If only she could move
long enough for her hand to find contact with something else.
Maybe she was in an oven being tortured to death for a final feast,
because she thought she was going to burst into flames. When she
couldn't take any more heat or pressure somewhere a valve opened
and all her pent up force scorched the pathway of her spine jetting out
the base in a torrent of power that made her pussy throb from the
passage.
Lightning fizzled through her being, altering her aura to increase in
size and take over double her normal space for its own. She was
growing, morphing into the monster of her childhood books. Teeth
grew, jutting over her lip in wait for a good drink. She tried to move
her mouth but the teeth changed everything.
"What the–f?" Helena's eyes ripped open and her mouth tried to
form words from the air sibilating up her throat.
The cretin Constantine lay on the floor a distance from her
genuflecting. Okay, that pissed her off even more. The respect she
deserved, but it made it a bit harder to want to bite his head off. Not
too much harder, she seemed to have an endless desire to kick his ass
and disembowel him. The problem was she also seemed to have an
endless need to have him pump her ass and to have his scent all over
her. Having such diametrically opposed wants infuriated her and her
fists clenched easily this time.
Sure he was good enough looking to serve as a model for
shut, vomit spewing out of his mouth before he went completely limp.
Jason struggled with the dead weight, pushing the man's head into
an unnatural position, but Helena didn't appear phased by lack of
stamina anymore.
Her pelvis jutted up and down, the cock burrowing up into her then
pulling free save the very tip. Hip rocking twisted and bent the dick
but no sounds of complaint came even when it started to go flaccid.
Her fury stuttered and jabbing her clit into male hair, exciting and
swelling her bits until even Constantine could see them when he
looked over her shoulder longingly, her clit so clearly free of the hood
and swollen that she could vie with a newborn human male for size.
Heat crackled off her in electrical waves that shocked Constantine
up and down his cock. His dick refused to stay hidden and attempted
to find release through his pants to get to her ass.
"Constantine." Jason barked quietly but with a cold steadiness that
would accept no excuses.
Constantine grumbled and pierced his lip with an incisor to move
his bodily focus upwards. The air around him wavered, heating to a
radiant level as he watched in awe as she bucked into a frenzy,
43
droplets of her juices and saliva going in all directions. She humped
the man's cock until her spine shot straight up and her legs shook.
Sweat formed on Jason and Constantine by her nearness. Sound
vibrated out her throat and hit both their skulls.
Jason let the body hit the floor, the cock pulling out of her and
falling at an odd angle, held on only by a sheath of skin.
Constantine held her limp growing body against his stomach. "Pile
up the pillows so we can lie her down. She won't be coming too any
time soon, not until the power has finished rewriting her circuitry."
"If it rewrites her circuitry." Jason stacked the piles as ordered.
"It will." Constantine laid her down on her stomach so she wouldn't
overheat. "It will."
44
CHAPTER FOUR
Helena was sure she was hallucinating or succumbing to a fever.
She wanted to claw her own skin off for itching so badly, but she felt
too tired to flex her wrists let alone bend her fingers. Her insides
shrank, organs being wrung dry and withering so her muscles had
building supplies to layer new muscle on old until her skin stretched
so tight a quarter could bounce off her.
Heat built up inside her, tanning her flesh into leather against her
bones and tendons. Waves of energy rippled between muscle and
skin, dying to find a target that wasn't her. If only she could move
long enough for her hand to find contact with something else.
Maybe she was in an oven being tortured to death for a final feast,
because she thought she was going to burst into flames. When she
couldn't take any more heat or pressure somewhere a valve opened
and all her pent up force scorched the pathway of her spine jetting out
the base in a torrent of power that made her pussy throb from the
passage.
Lightning fizzled through her being, altering her aura to increase in
size and take over double her normal space for its own. She was
growing, morphing into the monster of her childhood books. Teeth
grew, jutting over her lip in wait for a good drink. She tried to move
her mouth but the teeth changed everything.
"What the–f?" Helena's eyes ripped open and her mouth tried to
form words from the air sibilating up her throat.
The cretin Constantine lay on the floor a distance from her
genuflecting. Okay, that pissed her off even more. The respect she
deserved, but it made it a bit harder to want to bite his head off. Not
too much harder, she seemed to have an endless desire to kick his ass
and disembowel him. The problem was she also seemed to have an
endless need to have him pump her ass and to have his scent all over
her. Having such diametrically opposed wants infuriated her and her
fists clenched easily this time.
Sure he was good enough looking to serve as a model for
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