"Elena! I'm gonna... I'm gonna go crazy!" It felt too good, so good, hard to explain in words.
His hips began to buck off the mattress uncontrollably, meeting her thrusts.
He wasn't fighting her anymore; his body was desperate for the friction, desperate to empty itself again.
Elena pulled back slightly, just enough to breathe, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening tip.
She dove back down, this time taking him all the way to the back of her throat.
"Gagh!"
She gagged slightly, but she didn't stop.
She forced herself down, swallowing his entire length, her nose burying into his pubic hair.
"Oh god! Oh god! I'm cumming! I'm cumming again!" Alex threw his head back, his mouth opening in a silent scream.
The suction was very strong.
He could feel the pressure building in his lower abdomen again, not a slow build-up like before, but a violent, rushing wave.
It was charging up instantly, drawing from the strange, foreign energy the Empress had awakened in his blood.
"Cum for me," Elena mumbled around his cock, the vibration sending him over the edge. "Fill me up again."
"I'm— Ahhh!"
Alex's body stiffened like a board.
His toes curled so hard they cramped.
"I'M CUMMING!"
For the second time in five minutes, he exploded.
But this wasn't like the first one.
The first one had been a release of pressure. This one was a volcanic eruption.
Ropes of hot, thick white fluid shot down Elena's throat, hitting the back of her gullet with force.
"Mmph!" Elena's eyes went wide at the volume.
She squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed hard, gulping down the first wave, but it kept coming.
It was endless.
Alex's hips jerked spasmodically, pumping out load after load cum.
It overflowed from her mouth, leaking out the corners of her lips and dripping onto the sheets.
"Ah... Haa... Haa..." Alex panted, his vision going white.
His brain melted. He couldn't think. He couldn't speak, being milked dry by the woman who was supposed to be his strict cousin.
"More... give me more..." Elena mumbled against his skin, her voice muffled by his cock.
She licked the underside of the shaft, catching every stray drop, cleaning him with an obsession that was terrifying.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the flow stopped.
Elena didn't pull away until the last drop was drained.
She pulled her head back slowly with a loud pop.
A string of thick, glowing saliva connected her lips to the tip of his cock.
She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her face flushed a deep crimson.
For a moment, the room was silent.
Then, the haze in Elena's eyes began to clear.
She sat back on her heels, gasping for air.
Her face was a mess. Milky white fluid coated her chin, her lips, and dripped down onto the white bathrobe.
She looked utterly debauched.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing the fluid across her cheek, and looked at Alex with a dazed, satisfied smile.
"Good boy," she panted, her voice trembling. "I knew... I knew you had a lot in you."
Alex lay there, completely drained.
His legs twitched involuntarily. His new, pink skin throbbed with a dull, pleasurable ache.
He stared up at the ceiling, his chest heaving, his mind completely blank.
"Status..." he whispered weakly, his voice barely audible.
[Energy Absorbed: 35.5 Units]
[Feminization Progress: Phase 1/9 (Ecdysis) - 25%]
[Current Status: Excessive Energy Depletion.]
Alex felt a sudden chill spread through his chest.
The heat that had defined the last hour suddenly vanished, replaced by a deep, bone-chilling cold.
"What have I done?" Alex thought, darkness creeping into the edges of his vision.
—-
Two days dragged by, wrapped in silence.
Since the incident in his room, Elena hadn't said a word to him.
She didn't tease him, didn't scold him for chores, and didn't even look him in the eye during dinner.
She just... existed near him, a quiet, predatory presence that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up whenever she entered the room.
Alex spent most of his time hiding in the bathroom or curled up in his bed, obsessively checking his body.
He sat on the edge of his mattress, rolling up the sleeve of his shirt.
The skin on his arm, where Elena had rubbed him raw, had settled into a creamy, translucent white that stood in stark contrast to his slightly tanned shoulder. It looked soft. Too soft.
"Status," Alex whispered.
The familiar blue screen flickered in front of him.
[Name: Alex]
[Bloodline: Enchantress (Naagin Variant)]
[Phase 1: Ecdysis (Shedding)- 27%]
The number had crawled up by two percent over the last forty-eight hours, roughly one percent passive increase each day, roughly two more months without any incident to phase 2.
Perhaps because of the sudden increase in the shedding progress… Patches of skin on his hands, legs, back and chest had started flaking off in the shower.
Alex did a rough mental calculation, chewing on his lip.
If the first incident with my arm and... down there... took me to 25%, and the passive flaking is adding small increments...
He frowned.
To hit 100% completion for Phase 1, he wouldn't just be peeling a little bit here and there.
He estimated he would have to completely shed his entire body's surface area at least three times.
Three full cycles of shedding to finish the Ecdysis phase.
"Three times," he muttered, pulling his sleeve back down as he heard footsteps in the hallway. "That gives me some time."
He let out a long, shaky breath, leaning back against the cool wall.
Despite the terrifying nature of the "Enchantress" bloodline, a wave of relief washed over him.
He had spent the last two days paranoid that he would wake up with breasts or that his bone structure would suddenly snap into a feminine shape.
But so far, the changes were purely surface level.
It's just skin, he told himself, closing his eyes.
My skin is getting whiter, smoother, and... ridiculously sensitive. But I'm still me. I'm still a guy.
My voice is the same, my height is the same.
However, phase 2 was the unknown variable, but Phase 1 seemed manageable.
If he could just hide the peeling skin and avoid Elena, he might be able to figure out a way to stop this, or at least control it, before he hit the next stage. "I now have at least two months to spare and check for any other alternatives."