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"I wasn't... ah... Elena, stop, please!" Alex sobbed softly, his hands coming up to grip her shoulders.
But Elena's hands wouldn't stay still.
She kept one arm locked around Alex's narrow waist so he wouldn't fall, while the other started moving on its own.
Alex couldn't stop her; in fact, he actually wanted her to help him relieve his pleasure, but he still acted as if he resisted her.
First her palm pressed flat against the soft, heavy swell under his white silk shirt.
She squeezed once, slow and firm, feeling the warm flesh give under her fingers.
"They're… real," she whispered, almost to herself. "How is this possible? They're soft… and heavy… and they're yours."
Her thumb brushed across the stiff peak of his nipple through the thin fabric.
Alex jerked like he'd been shocked, a broken little cry slipping out of his throat.
"Elena, don't!!" She didn't stop. She pinched the nipple gently between two fingers, rolling it, watching his face twist with the sudden sharp pleasure.
"Even these… They're really and so sensitive. Look at how hard they are." Her eyes dropped lower, taking in the rest of him.
The expensive white silk shirt clung to every new curve, soaked with sweat.
The ivory blazer was still tied around his hips like some kind of desperate last shield.
"Why are you wearing clothes like this?" she asked, voice low and husky. "This shirt… these shoes… Where did you get such fancy dresses? Did you buy them because of… your transformation?"
"Why don't you answer any of my questions?"
Alex couldn't answer. His head was thrown back against the door, mouth open, every breath coming out as a soft, high whimper.
Elena's free hand slid lower. Past the knot of the blazer. Between his legs.
Her fingers found the thick, burning-hot length still trapped under the fabric, throbbing hard against her palm. She pressed carefully, confirming what she already felt against her thigh.
Alex wanted to push her away, but his muscles had zero strength.
Instead, his fingers instinctively curled into her fabric, pulling her closer as his hips involuntarily rocked against hers.
As Elena pressed herself tighter against his waist, her leg slid between his thighs, and she froze.
Pressed firmly against the front of her thigh, hidden right beneath the folds of the ivory blazer tied around his waist, was the unmistakable, burning-hot, rock-hard outline of his erection.
Despite his breasts, his curving hips, and his female voice, his male lower half was throbbing with desperate, agonizing arousal.
Elena pulled her face back just enough to look into his dark, tear-rimmed eyes.
A dark, heated blush covered her cheeks, her own breathing ragged and shallow.
"How is it still there, when you also have such large breasts?"
"Also, why is it bigger than before?"
Alex could only shake his head.
The pheromones pouring off him were so thick now that Elena's own body was trembling.
Her nightgown, the soft, pale one she always wore to bed, was still loosely tied at the waist, the thin fabric hanging open just enough to show the black lace of her bra and the high-waisted lace shorts underneath.
The sheer black robe she had thrown on over it slipped halfway down her shoulders, leaving most of her chest and the curve of her hips bare under the dim light.
She looked soft and warm and already half-undone, brown hair falling in messy strands around her face, eyes dark with the same hunger that was eating Alex alive.
Her hand stayed between his legs, gently squeezing the hard length she found there.
"Answer me, Ally…" she whispered against his ear. "What happened to you… and why does touching you feel this good?"
"It seems you're hurting yourself so bad, you can't even talk…" she whispered, her gaze dropping from his lips down to the knot of the blazer at his hip.
"Your body... it's completely overloaded, isn't it?"
"It's... it's due to the sudden changes that made me like this.. I don't know the exact reason..." Alex choked out. "It feels like I'm going to explode, Elena... I can't hold it..."
"Shh... I've got you," Elena murmured, her voice sounding with affection and heavy lust. "I'm right here. Let me help you."
Without giving him a chance to protest, Elena reached down and caught the knotted sleeves of the ivory blazer tied around his waist.
With a single, deft pull, the silk knot came undone, and the heavy jacket slid off his hips, dropping onto the floor.
With the blazer gone, the full extent of his little brother was laid bare under the bedroom light.
His tailored wide-leg silk trousers were stretched taut across his groin.
His rock-hard length was pitching an undeniable, rigid tent through the white fabric, pulsing visibly against the tight silk.
The visual contrast between his heavy, jiggling breasts above and the rigid, throbbing male erection below was an intensely erotic sight that made Elena let out a ragged gasp.
She didn't hesitate.
Supporting his weight with one arm around his small waist, Elena slid her other hand directly over the front of his silk trousers, cupping the hot, hard length in her palm.
"NNNGH...!! ELENA!!" Alex screamed her name, his head thrown back against the door as his entire body arched violently like a drawn bow.
The friction of her warm palm pressing his erection against the sensitive silk fabric sent a blinding shockwave of pleasure straight to his brain.
He bit his lip so hard he tasted blood, his shoes scraping wildly against the carpet as he fought for breath.
"It's so hot... you're throbbing so hard, Alex," Elena breathed out, her eyes dark with obsession as she began to slowly stroke her hand up and down the length of his shaft right through the silk pants.
Every upward thrust pressed his hard tip against the waistband, while her downward stroke traced the rigid outline of his vein through the fabric. "You wanted this so bad... look how much you're leaking..."
"I'm going to... I'm going to climax... don't… Please stop it," Alex cried, his hips moving entirely on their own, thrusting desperately into her hand with a smooth, rhythmic roll of his waist that his hourglass figure executed with terrifying, natural grace.
Elena watched his face, the parted lips, the tears trembling on his eyelashes, the absolute surrender in his golden-rimmed eyes.
The pheromones pouring off him were intoxicating, driving her own body to the absolute brink.
She leaned forward and captured his lips in a deep, hungry, and desperate kiss.
Alex gasped into her mouth, and Elena took immediate advantage, her tongue plunging inside to tangle deeply with his.
He tasted sweet, like honey.
As they kissed, Elena slid her free hand up from his waist, moving over his ribs until her palm cupped the heavy, soft slope of his left breast through his wet silk shirt.
She squeezed the plump flesh firmly, her thumb finding the rigid, throbbing point of his nipple and rolling it mercilessly between her fingers.
"Mmmphhh...!!" That dual stimulation, her hand stroking his hard, throbbing shaft below while her fingers kneaded and pinched his hyper-sensitive, newly developed breasts above, shattered the very last remnants of Alex's sanity.
"Damn it El...!! I'm cumming!! Ahhhhh...!!"
Alex broke the kiss with a ragged, high-pitched scream that vibrated with pure, demonic sound.
His entire body stiffened violently against the wooden door.
His toes curled inside the white leather shoes, his abdominal muscles locking tight as a massive, body-shattering climax ripped through his body.
He pulsed repeatedly against Elena's hand, releasing hot, heavy waves of cum that soaked right through the front of his white silk trousers, staining the expensive fabric with dark, wet patches of his cum.
At the exact same moment, a blinding, silvery-grey light flashed beneath his skin as the excess Yin energy surged through his meridians, feeding greedily on the intense orgasm to solidify the evolutionary changes happening inside his cellular structure.
He trembled wildly in Elena's arms, gasping for air as wave after wave of intense, numbing aftershocks washed over his limbs.
His head slumped forward, resting heavily against Elena's shoulder, his short black hair tickling her cheek.
Elena held him tightly, supporting his entire weight as his knees completely gave out.
She was breathing heavily, her own clothes soaked in sweat from the heat of the room and the overwhelming power of his pheromones.
She slowly ran her hand up and down his trembling spine, feeling the smooth, flexible curve of his back settling into its new form.
"It's okay, Alex," Elena whispered, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against the wet skin of his forehead.
She looked down at his chest, noticing that even after his release, his breasts remained full, plump, and undeniably permanent against his ribs.
In the back of Alex's messy mind, a familiar, sadistic giggle echoed softly in his ears.
"See? I told you not to fight your instincts, little enchantress," the Empress purred with infinite amusement. "Phase Two is progressing beautifully... I can't wait for my turn tomorrow."