“Yeah...” she says, hastily looking for her clothes. They are not on the floor and they certainly are not on her any more. “Where... ?”Exie co...es out. “Ta dah!” she says, turning in a circle for Norma Jean to view her from every angle. “What do you think?”Norma Jean’s mouth falls open. Before her is the sexiest thing she has ever seen. Exie’s long blonde hair is in a tumble about her naked shoulder. The sheer red dress does fit, but it is a tight fight and it stops just below her hips, not even. "Lisa waited, a polite smile on her face, until the newcomer ran out of air. With a sigh, she began, "My mother's name was Béla. She was caught out in the open when the Northern Sun activated. Although her body was destroyed, the Praetor protected her soul – her 'life-force', if you will – and a new hybrid body was created at University for her to inhabit."The person who is Queen Alana," Lisa explained, "is the person who was my mother, although with the body she has now, that isn't. Ass. She clearly would wait, maybe, five seconds more before she’d step on me. And while being stepped on would be fun and all, if you were into that (and I was alarmed at how much I was into the idea of her stepping on me), I had a mission to do here. And so, I resumed my human form. Since it was where I had started from, it took less energy and was a fuck of a lot easier. Though I made sure to breathe in before transforming, so I had plenty of air during the bit where my throat went a bit. You moan, sounding almost disappointed as I pull my hand back again, away from your eagerly licking tongue. Swinging it down again, I let my palm smack into your red wriggling arse, six hard blows making you jump, squirm, and cry out. Another six follow, lower, spreading your thighs and leaving reddening marks on them too. Your cries die to whimpers as I beat you lovingly, tenderly and hard. Both of us are breathing raggedly as I lift you off my lap and stand. The candlelight illuminates.