Amber Deen Leska

  “Blanchette…” Amber Deen’s heart raced as she watched Erind turn into her Blanchette body.

  To be accurate, her already wildly beating heart became a stampede. Deen became woozy, feeling as if she was about to have a heart attack. The sight of Blanchette made her even wetter. Deen had just climaxed, but she was yearning to do it again.

  And again. And again.

  Deen wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste, not knowing the next time that Erind would agree to transform into Blanchette again. Deen thought of this woman as different from Erind, cultivating her fantasy of being dominated. It was difficult to imagine small Erind as the dominant one.

  This night would be very memorable, Deen promised herself. She was going to fulfil her sexual desires of—

  Deen shook her head. A stab of shame hit her. Blanchette just had this effect on her, and she didn’t know why. A few times, Deen had dreamed of Blanchette assaulting her. Very vivid dreams.

  “Grhoarr?” Blanchette asked, tilting her head. The triangular ears on top of her head flopped to the side. Perhaps, she wondered what Deen was doing.

  “I was just clearing my head,” Deen said. “Psyching myself up for what we’re about to do.”

  “Hrwarr groahrr?”

  “Oh, come on. You know what we’re going to do. You promised.”

  Blanchette chuckled in an animalistic way. Almost snorted with her long snout. She drew herself up while kneeling on the bed.

  Deen gazed up at her best friend, turned monster. She knew that Blanchette was taller than her if they were standing. Stronger and fiercer. Blanchette was the perfect woman to dominate her, and Deen so dearly craved it. She wanted Blanchette to claim her body.

  As Blanchette crawled closer, Deen bit her lip in sexual frustration and embarrassment. Only some of the latter. She couldn’t believe how much she became a sex-starved woman, desiring her monster best friend.

  “Raorrr…” Blanchette sat on her legs right in front of Deen, their knees touching. She took Deen’s hand and placed it on her snout.

  Deen wasn’t sure what Blanchette had just said or what she wanted her to do. She rubbed Blanchette’s snout like she would to a dog. Lowering her hand, she felt Blanchette’s fangs, tracing each one down with her finger. Those dangerous fangs would brush against her skin later.

  I’m not dreaming, Deen thought as she reached for Blanchette’s ears.

  She rubbed their base, feeling the soft fur. This was real.

  Blanchette made little growls of satisfaction. Deen then ran her fingers through Blanchette’s auburn hair, combing it down until she reached the braided part. She held the braid and followed as it draped over Blanchette’s breasts.

  “These are quite sizable,” Deen said, slowly massaging Blanchette’s breasts. She dug her fingers into them, feeling their firm bounciness balanced with mallow softness. Something inside her fluttered with hunger and anticipation. “This form is the only way you’ll beat me in height and bust size. Should we compare—? Ouch!”

  Blanchette had poked Deen’s breast with a sharp claw, right at the base of her right nipple. She rolled her golden eyes at Deen’s exaggerated reaction.

  “What? It did hurt,” Deen lied while pouting.

  “Rhoagrhh…” Blanchette pulled Deen’s hand off her chest and held them close to her mouth. Without warning, she started to lick Deen’s hand.

  Deen jolted at the texture of the tongue. She had forgotten its slight roughness. Not like the scratchiness of a cat’s tongue, though. It was a comforting coarse feel. Sticky and warm. Very warm.

  “Thi-this looks amazing…” Deen stammered as Blanchette’s tongue slithered between her fingers. It was a mesmerizing sight.

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  As Blanchette licked up her arm, Deen remembered the first time they… made out. She didn’t know what to call their encounter. Blanchette fucked Deen’s throat, stretching it out in ways that a normal human would find very painful. Blanchette had also licked her breasts and tongued her navel. Now, Blanchette was going to do so much more.

  I’ll have Blanchette’s tongue inside me again, Deen excitedly thought, whether it be my mouth… or other places.

  Blanchette leaned forward, the end of her snout brushing against Deen’s ear. Deen could feel the warmth of Blanchette’s breath. She also heard sniffing sounds.

  “Are you smelling me?” Deen asked. “You must have enhanced senses, right? I don’t think I stink…” The reply she got was a low growl that sent chills down her spine. She shivered with thrill. It was crazy that she might come from merely thinking about what Blanchette could do to her.

  A huge tongue traced the shell of her ear. Then the slimy thing lightly dipped into her ear’s sensitive center. Deen giggled, ticklish. She placed her hand around Blanchette’s neck as the tongue gave her a preview of what it could do to her other holes.

  Deen gasped as Blanchette started to nibble her earlobe. Delicate bites with dangerous fangs. Going down, Blanchette scratched Deen’s jawline with the same fangs.

  “Please… I want to experience it again,” Deen said, tugging at Blanchette. Instead of explaining what it was that she wanted, Deen opened her mouth as wide as she could and stuck her tongue out. She was shamefully needy and was getting turned on by her display instead of being embarrassed.

  Blanchette answered her invitation and stroked Deen’s tongue with her fat one. Deen felt a little dribble run down between her legs at the touch of their tongues. A small shock—she almost came from that.

  The fun was just starting. Blanchette pushed Deen down on the bed, grabbing both arms and stretching them to the sides. Her clawed hands were like heavy manacles that Deen couldn’t remove. Deen did try to struggle, using a bit of superstrength, enough that the bed started to creak.

  Thankfully, Blanchette didn’t stop what they were doing to scold her. As the bed shook, so did their tongues become more entangled.

  Deen leaned up, trying to suck the powerful tongue. She wanted it inside her mouth. It was so much bigger than Erind’s tiny tongue. It filled up Deen’s mouth, stretching her cheeks as it swayed side to side.

  Perhaps also getting turned on, Blanchette went in for a deeper kiss, slanting her long snout across Deen’s mouth. Blanchette opened her jaws wide, careful that her fangs wouldn’t scratch Deen’s cheeks as she pushed her tongue down for deeper penetration. Their bodies pressed hard against each other, breasts mashing like battling water balloons.

  Saliva poured from the sides of Deen’s mouth as Blanchette’s tongue reached her throat and started to fuck it. Deen was in ecstasy, revealing the painful yet satisfying sensation of having her throat bulge to accommodate the wild monster tongue.

  I’m so lucky to have Erind as my lover, was the only thing on Deen’s mind.

  Yes. Lover. They were lovers, weren’t they? Erind could deny that all she wanted, but it was the truth.

  Blanchette’s assault on Deen’s throat became wilder. Blanchette pushed her tongue as deep as she could into Deen’s mouth, her fangs pressing against Deen’s cheeks, threatening to wound her with the wild shaking.

  Deen wasn’t warned by Gabe because there wasn’t any danger. This was what Deen wanted. Or maybe Gabe was warning her, but her mind had turned off recognizing its words.

  Her mind was soaring in a heaven of pleasure, and nothing was going to ruin this moment. She even wrapped her legs around Blanchette’s midsection and ground their hips together.

  Blanchette released Deen’s right hand, claws sliding from arm to shoulder, and down to Deen's breasts. With a downward scratch, Blanchette tore the front of Deen’s shirt, also leaving sore marks on her skin. Deen almost came once again. She loved this. Blanchette did it before, and she was hoping it’d happen again. There was something primal about having her clothes ripped off.

  And she’d have an excuse to drag Erind to go shopping. Erind had to pay for this. Not with money. They were going to have fun in the dressing room again.

  Blanchette wasn’t careful with her claws as she kneaded Deen’s breast like a cat kneading its bed before lying down. Deen could feel more pain this time. In fact, Gabe was warning her, but she chose to ignore it.

  Deen’s breasts responded to the assault as well to the unrelenting tongue-fucking, becoming fuller with her raging arousal. Her nipples rose to a tingling point. Blanchette squeezed her right one between her claws. Deen squirmed. Then she squealed as Blanchette tugged the nipple. Hard.

  Deen loudly moaned. Thankfully, Blanchette’s tongue had mostly plugged Deen’s mouth from making much noise. With her hand free, Deen reached down to play with the wetness between her thighs.

  Tears rolled down her face and onto the pillows under her as she endured her throat being ravaged and nipples twisted. She had scratches on her cheeks because of Blanchette’s fangs, and her nipples burned with pain.

  Shut the fuck up, Gabe! was all Deen could respond to all the annoying promptings. She was so close!

  A blinding flash of pleasure burst from her core. She gasped into Blanchette’s mouth as her body quaked. Continuing to moan, her spine arched eagerly. Lightning bolts of pleasure pulsed outward from the middle of her legs.

  It lasted for a long time until she was left a sopping and trembling mess.

  Deen almost fainted, but her regeneration kicked in. She became conscious as Blanchette’s tongue left her throat, which was starting to heal. “We… we’re not… done yet…”