“Yes,” he said.
That was all she needed to hear. She lifted her right leg up and moved it over his body so that she was straddling him. His cock stood at full erection in front of her trimmed mound. She cupped her hand over it and dug at the spot beneath its head to tease him.
“Oh my God,” he said.
She smiled and giggled.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” she said. “You may or may not.”
“Give it to me,” he said. “Do your best.”
She laughed again and lifted her pussy up, sitting down on him hard. His head entered first, the fullness of the round helmet shape stretching her lips open and forcing its way into her wetness. Once there, she sat down on him, feeling the familiar width of the cock she’d come to crave. Inch by inch she let it slide into her. When she gasped, static filled her lungs and tiny shocks went through her body. Rafe’s stomach and chest twitched beneath her and she knew he was feeling the same sensation.
Wanting to be as much a part of him as possible, she lowered her body to his, so that her sweaty tits pressed against his chest. She wanted to feel all of his body against hers. She reached and grabbed a handful of his beautiful hair, squeezing it tight so he’d feel it at the roots. He moaned into her mouth as she sucked on his tongue. His hand found a fistful of her hair too and he was pulling it back. The pain was delicious. With her eyes squeezed shut, sweat forming at the corners like salty tears running down her cheeks, she climbed his body there on the floor, mashing her limbs against his as her pussy pounded his cock, coating him with her juices and forcing him into her as deep as he could go.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“Say that again,” she said.
“I love you,” he repeated.
“Yes,” she cried as she sped up and fucked him, leaning back only enough so his cock would grind against her G-spot.
He slammed into her over and over until she was close to coming. Sweat poured from them both. Their hair was a matted and wet mess, but both young lovers fucked each other into oblivion. Kalina put everything into his pleasure, forcing her own in the process. It was almost time. He needed to be close too.
Fire built up inside her, burning her thighs, filling her chest, scorching her limbs as the blue mist did its work.
“It hurts,” Rafe said.
“Savor it,” she told him. “Wince and squeeze my hair. Fight through it. And when you’re ready, I need you to come inside me. Come inside me hard, okay? Give me everything you have.”
He only nodded and winced through the pain. She knew it had to hurt him because it hurt her. The blue mist filled their bodies and as she closed her eyes she could almost see it at work, reinforcing their bones, strengthening their skin, enhancing their vision, and giving them both more agility, strength, wisdom, speed, and overall power. She giggled through the pain, hoping she didn’t look like a mad woman. Her nerves were on fire. Her blood skidded through her veins instead of flowing softly. It seemed to be reaching out, trying to stop itself as it jerked violently through her arms and legs.
“Oh fuck!” Rafe yelled. “God, it hurts!”
“You love me,” she reminded him. “You love me. Remember that. Hold onto that. You want this.”
“I want this!” he yelled.
“Are you close?” she asked.
“Almost…but the pain, it keeps…”
She leaned back and rode him, her eyes and mouth facing the roof of the tent. Her body shivered as if she had hypothermia, but his cock remained hard inside her, and she needed to fight through it, like he was. This was the only way to save him. She needed him to be a beast in the water, not some vulnerable newbie. She leaned the right way, and his cock knocked her G-spot again.
“Oh my God,” she cried. “Right there. Oh shit. Right there.”
She rode him like her life depended on it and when she looked down at him, she could tell he was close. His eyes were on hers, and he was grimacing through the pain, but he was enduring. She needed him to come. She could whenever he was ready, but they had to do it together for this to work. He hit her spot again and she could no longer hold it. She was about to let go completely. She needed him to finish. She reached back and grabbed his balls, massaging them as she slammed her pussy down.
“I can’t anymore!” she cried out.
“I’m coming!” he shouted.
She released her orgasm as she felt his first spurt of cum inside her, then, as if she were a bloodthirsty vampire, she lay down on top of his body again, pinned his arms down, continued to shove her pussy against his cock, and sank her teeth into his shoulder. Blood filled her mouth as she bit into his skin. Her razor-sharp shark teeth formed enough to tear through the flesh and allow her to drink from him. Rafe gasped and inhaled the blue mist as her teeth clenched around his shoulder and her pussy commanded more seed from his cock, squeezing tighter than humanly possible, stroking him from inside in a supernatural constriction that she’d heard felt amazing but excruciating at the same time. This only happened during the transformation process. Her body needed his cum to complete the process. It was the perfect blend of agony, pleasure, happiness…it was life. Rafe spasmed beneath her. This was the moment of most intense pain for him, she knew that from her own experience. Hers hadn’t been sexual at all, but she remembered the moment when she fully transformed. The blue mist did something inside the body to protect it, to coat it with power, but it felt as if each and every bone was being pulled out of the body first. Rafe shook beneath her and she could do nothing but watch. At this point, it was out of her hands.
Later, with the blue blanket draped over his shoulders, they exited the tent, and both collapsed on the cool sand, naked, and unworried about what Horace might think.
“I see you put my tent to good use,” the old man said as he looked down at them. “So, my magic wasn’t wasted after all. I guess you were right about him.”