the devil is not as black as he is painted
Unpleasant? Oh no. The liquid would writhe down Adam's throat like the snake he'd soon become, filling him with heat and a lightness normally only brought on by the cusp of orgasms or particularly potent drugs. The ability would sparkle into his very soul, colouring it and naming it as one of hers. Attuned. "Now darling.." The goddess would slowly slip her arm out from his to ghost her fingers across his spine as she slunk around him.
How do you feel? Only she didn't say it, but thought it to him, as his body twisted and changed.
How do you feel? Only she didn't say it, but thought it to him, as his body twisted and changed.
