Page 115 of Hers By Moonlight

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She resembles a sphinx cat, nearly hairless but distinctly predatory, with large pointed ears and a short muzzle, long fangs gleaming as she smiles. Her eyes are wide and violet without visible whites, slitted pupils flicking over me.

She stands almost a foot taller, skin tight against expanded muscles and bones, totally naked as she brushes aside the rest of the glass and steps inside.

Her legs are digitigrade now, thick paw pads unbothered by the scattered glass, massive claws digging into the carpet to steady herself.

She’s seven feet of animalistic muscle with full breasts, her dark hair still cascading down her shoulders. A slender tail with a tuft of black fur at the end swishes behind her calves.

Her limbs look like they’ve been dipped in dark ink up to the forearms and calves—actually fine, suede-like fur that subtly catches the light.

Her scent hits me. Like a roaring bonfire, crackling and hot.

I want to throw myself at her, but the omega knows to wait.

Her nostrils flare, soaking in my scent as the last of her joints snap into place.

Her transformation isn’t quite complete.

I don’t have to wait long for the pink cockhead to emerge from the fur-lined sheath between her legs, slowly growing as my scent stokes her arousal.

She prowls towards me.

I remain frozen.

Her hand locks around my neck, and she slams me against the nearest wall, burying her nose in my hair and taking another deep breath.

“Fuck, you smell good,” she purrs, a deeper tone rasping in her voice. “You smell like youneed it. Like you needme.”

Her other hand palms my bare cock, and I whimper.

“Yes…”

“Look what you did to me…”

“You’re magnificent,” I breathe.

“Don’t I scare you? Or do you get off on that?” Her clawed hand tightens in my hair, and I moan.

Her cock presses against my stomach as it hardens. “Is this what you wanted? Is this what youneed?”

“Yes,” I beg. I’m shaking.

“I haven’t shifted for anyone in averylong time…” Morgan nuzzles her cheek against mine and runs her now-rough tongue along my ear. She licks down my jaw, then traces the edge of the posture collar, sending me shivering.

“Clever, clever little pup,” she purrs. “Any last words before I tear you apart?”

“Please!”

Morgan snarls and digs her claws into my arms, throwing me down over the trendy, oversized couch before pouncing over me and dragging her cock between my legs.

She dwarfs me in every way, and I tremble. She’s way bigger than any dildo I’ve ever seen, but I know I can take it. I was literally born for this.

She pushes my legs up over my head, exposing my ass, and I ache for her. This time, she doesn’t keep me waiting.

Her cock plunges in easily thanks to my warm-up and liberal use of lube, and heat surges through my body.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan.

Morgan’s eyes flash, pupils widening, and she groans as she slides in. “God, that’s a tight little ass. I’m going to break you…”