Placing her on the ground, his cock slid out of her, causing his load to flood out of her and down her leg.He chuckled softly and scooped her up into ...is arms, carrying her back over to the couch by the fireplace.Sitting down with her on his lap, he wrapped his arms around her and burrowed his nose in her hair.She was too exhausted to move or say anything, so she just leaned against his chest, her head rising and falling with his breathing. He smelled like expensive cologne and sex.“Are you. In hindsight we were becoming nothing more thanroommates. I probably made matters worse by finding excuses not to go outwith friends since I found the back and forth conversion process tiring.Therefore, the times we did go out were usually just the two of us withme going out as Veronica. We both sensed the tension but neither of ustalked about it because we thought everything would return to normalafter the year was finished.As I entered my 12th and final month, the unspoken tension was. It’s like living, breathing, and touching a fantasy, and somehow that feels safe in a way that I can’t quite explain. I also wonder, though, what this is really about for her, and I feel unsettled by the fact that I can’t figure her out and I don’t understand what game she is playing or how I fit into it. Don’t get me wrong, I like the idea of pleasure for the sake of pleasure, and I like exploring this new world, but I know that it’s not real and that it can’t last forever. I also know that. I bet that was the first layerof protection that fell long ago and let the Dark one have enough powerto control the already tainted Weres.As my eyes scan the room, I see a mass of ever changing, flowingdarkness surrounding a mass of tentacles in the far corner from me. Themass changes shapes and becomes ever more solid as time passes.I look it up and down. Then say to it in the Dark ones language "Youalmost got out, but you didn't quite make it! I seem to have spoiledyour plans for this.