A realshark. The magnificent animal slid past hereffortlessly with a flick of its crescent tail, and shebrushed her hand against its skin. Sleek, hard...and soexciting to feel. The creature had a clear tiger-stripe pattern along itsgrey back, breaking its pattern with darker lines. Theoverall look of it, the feel of it and the knowledgethat this was one of the ocean’s apex predators madeher so excited. She stood up to the challenge and tookhold of its tail as the shark flicked past her.It. Now he is a machine. A piston rod thrusting back and forth like an engine. His body has left his control and seems to be slipping away like a car without the parking brake on. He is covering her mouth as his tongue is forcing its way down her throat. He is tasting her, eating her, devouring her like the puma on the throat of a deer. The man devouring this alabaster, almost gossamer spirit morphs into a panther sitting on a its catch. The panther watches as the puma strolls by. The panther emits. He was fully nude, his large shafts rose to attention, thick long and veined. It was at least 4 inches thick and a foot long. As he finished shifting, he stood at a large and intimidating 7 feet, muscled and pouring get pheromones off in a sort of steam. There would be no hope now.Essylt looked up at the newly shifted assailant and could not hide the attraction she now felt for him. The pheromones and smoke had taken effect and the demon knew this well. He smiled down at her and held out his. She clung onto John’s bicep nervously shielding her face in his jacket. John pushed his arm forward clearing a path through the crowd of cameramen and chuckling. Using his strength he steered a path for his date. John muscled the paparazzi to the side and made a safe path for young Minako. His pretty Japanese companion began to giggle clinging nervously to her strong male escort as he led her to the entrance of the concert hall. “Why did they take our picture John?” Minako was breathless. It.