The third and final method of creating a new race is done by the nature of Hell itself, although only occurs once a millenia. Once a creature is made,...there is a small chance for the opposite gender of the new creature to be made. Once made, they must meet each other to procreate and create more of their kind. If the opposite gender did not pop up, the existing creature will have to rely on other creatures to help procreate their kind, which will only work if the creatures have a similar. I managed to get my cock under his balls and between his legs and began sliding in and out as I’d managed to self-lubricate quite nicely. He delighted in the sensations as my cock head grazed under his balls and ass nuzzling towards his pleasure hole. In the tightness of embrace his hard meat was sandwiched between our bodies slipping and sliding in its own drooling juices, pleasuring him as our bodies and pubic regions ground together in a delicious tango. He pulled off my mouth and kissed. It resounded through my head over and over while Depravity snarled it, thrashing in my veins. And that word told me what was finally happening as well. We wanted to procreate, both of us. I had just a second to wonder why he suddenly wanted to so badly that it was hurting us, and then I hissed and buried my fangs in her throat.I just managed to cover her mouth with my hand to stifle her cry and it was a cry of bliss on her part. She lifted with evident ecstasy in my arms and I took the first. I was just curious about having a penis. A real penis between my legs. And now I have one of those magical hot dog like things between my legs. I want to pull it out and look at it, but this is not the place. I want to see what it is like to have sex as a man. To live as a man. To have a woman waiting on me and to service me. I remember college and a very beautiful woman. Her name was Janice Pentelton. When she walked by me, I felt a very different warmth as she smiled at me. I knew that she.