She was sat on a converted racing bike her hands out gripping handlebars the wrist bound so she couldn't pull away. Her groin was pressed onto a small...hard bicycle seat her knees bent, feet pulled together behind where a rear wheel should be. Instead of the rear wheel the frame was welded to the floor her feet were tied together by the big toe so she remained in a Tour de France position. But it was along the middle of the frame that horrified the raven haired brain-box the most.The bike frame. I eased her back until she was lying on the bed then kissed my way to her nipples. She groaned as I flicked at them with my tongue, then gasped as I took one between my lips and sucked it into my mouth. My girlfriend loved it when I played with both her nipples so once I'd got the one in my mouth good and wet I moved my lips to the other one, while my fingers worked on the one I'd vacated. Now Hazel was groaning even louder and was squirming on the bed.While I was busy with her nipples, I moved. ..I can't believe how good that was.” he gasped. There was a moment of hesitation then he lowered his head closer to brush my lips with his. Then he asked, “Do you mind?” I don't think I ever answered that with words. I did get my arms around his neck, pulled him down and parted my lips; there had been a lot of practice with Ron. We ended up trying to choke each other with our tongues for a while. Then, really tired, we got in the spoon position and went to sleep.The next morning was a repeat. From most other people's perspectives, I was a simple Panther Shape Shifter with no other powers that had managed to take out close to a dozen others. The amazing part was that they were Vampires, Demons and Werewolves, all so much more powerful on the Supernatural scale than me. Not only had I killed them without help, I'd saved others in the process and lived to tell about it. Or not tell about it, as the case may be. No one seemed to know about Talon's part in the tale; admittedly, he was.