The beast's Nectar

The passion between them overflowed into a craving for caresses and pleasure. Their willpower was just enough to get them to the cave. The moment they reached the nest, she threw herself upon her male, licking, kissing, and sucking his skin. The foul, cloying scent that would once have offended her nostrils was now the most exquisite erotic perfume. She buried her nose in his damp skin and breathed deeply; the intoxicating aroma coursed through her entire body, corrupting it. His essence alone was now enough to transmute her very being.

Any last shred of resistance rebuilt itself into obedience and adoration. Her beastly lover growled, and she obeyed. She lay back in the nest, closed her legs, and crossed her hands over her chest. Her skin had already almost completely lost its human color. Her love began to howl, as if reciting an incantation. A shiver ran down her spine at that extraordinary vision. From every one of his boils, her male exuded a vast quantity of his nectar, the very substance that had begun her transformation. The precious liquid embarked on a long journey from his body until it formed a puddle beneath his female.

"Let us change you."

For the first time, she understood that the gel was alive; billions of microorganisms made up its structure. They maintained a telepathic connection with her lover, which they would now share with her.

The nest had become a cauldron overflowing with precious nectar, which soon covered her from head to toe. For a moment, she thought she would drown, but the liquid soothed her with a supernatural calm.

"Breathe… through every pore of your being."

And so she did. Her grayish, velvety skin absorbed the essence in an instant. The pleasure it provoked wrung a small orgasm from her, mixing her semen with the nectar. Her male exerted extreme control not to lick it up. The nectar, however, rejoiced; they finally had everything they needed.

Her beastly lover howled in delight. His penis, now rigid and enlarged, hung eager between his legs.

"Take me," she heard the beast in her mind. Her beloved looked at her, smiling.

"Mine?" His voice resonated, thick and deep, in the female's consciousness.

"Forever." At such a declaration, the new king of the jungle could contain himself no longer, though restraint was no longer necessary.

She got on all fours, adopting a more bestial posture, more in tune with her new self. Her anus throbbed and exuded an amber liquid, irresistible to the male. Firm as a mast, he mounted what was his. She purred and shook her hips gently, lightly brushing his monstrous penis. The changes had already begun: the gel was turning every molecule of her body into a kind of malleable clay. Unable to resist any longer, her male plunged his rough member into her. Thanks to her new elasticity, he drove it to the hilt. The female's howl of pleasure echoed off every inch of the cave's stony walls.

In the delicious rhythm, the male drew orgasm after orgasm from her, an unbroken chain of ecstasy. A prolonged spasm, like during their first encounter, but this time she felt something else leaving her, something that no longer mattered: her masculinity. It was still latent in her genetic code, but the gel would take care of that. Each jet of semen was a final stab at the man hiding within her genes. Her legs and arms began to deform, as if melting, only to reassemble into a new form, better suited for walking on all fours. With every second, her face shed its humanity to adopt a more refined version of her beloved's; more elegant, but equally unsettling. It was a bestial beauty.

Her male could feel himself growing stronger; his muscles broadening, his energy becoming almost limitless. For every gram of masculinity lost by the female, he gained one. He was becoming an alpha among alphas, the supreme dominant male. He continued to possess his beloved with an animal fury, growing ever wilder and more passionate. His penis had thickened, and the warts covering it had multiplied, stimulating the female's intestinal walls. The enchanting moans, coming from a satisfied female, brought him to his climax.

The monster painted the fleshy walls of his female, sealing the transformation forever. She would never be human again. Her body was now entirely a smaller, more slender copy of the male's, more curvaceous and sensual, but just as dangerous; with the strength and speed to destroy any predator in the jungle. Her penis had shrunk to about eight centimeters, thin, barely thicker than an index finger. Her intestinal tract was now supremely elastic, enough to give birth, for the gel had formed a uterus connected to it.

"I love you," the female told him through thought, for she could no longer express herself in human language.