The bar was dim, the hum of conversation drowned out by the rhythmic pulse of electronic music that vibrated through the floor. James had come alone, nursing a drink, his eyes wandering until they locked onto her: a slender Chinese woman with jet-black hair that cascaded down her back in smooth, liquid waves. Her lips were painted a deep red, her almond-shaped eyes glinting with mischief as she sipped her cocktail, her fingers delicate and precise. She caught him staring and smirked, then crooked a finger, beckoning him closer. He hesitated, a flicker of unease in his gut, but his body moved anyway.
When he reached her table, she didn’t speak; she just tilted her head and studied him with a predator’s patience. Then, without warning, she grabbed his collar and pulled him down into a kiss. Her lips were soft, and the moment they touched his, a jolt of pleasure shot through him, his muscles locking in place. He tried to pull back, his mind screaming at him to stop, but his body refused. Instead, his hands clutched at her waist, his mouth pressing harder against hers, his tongue sliding out to taste her. There was something in her, something addictive, something that made his thoughts blur and his resistance crumble.
She broke the kiss first, laughing softly as he gasped, his lips tingling, his skin prickling with unnatural warmth that was becoming a burning feeling. “You like?” she murmured, her accented voice thick with amusement.
James swallowed hard, his mouth-watering. “What is this feeling... Make it stop!”
She only smiled, tracing a finger along his jaw. “Oh no, it’s just begin.” He should have run. He knew he should have run. But when she leaned in again, her breath warm against his lips, he couldn’t stop himself. His mouth found her neck first, his tongue lapping at her skin as if starving, his teeth grazing her collarbone. The more he kissed her, the hotter his body burned, his bones shifting beneath the surface, his shoulders narrowing, his waist tightening, his hips flaring. Panic clawed at him, but it dissolved the moment his lips dipped lower, his tongue flicking over the swell of her breast. He groaned, his cock straining against his pants even as he felt it softening, shrinking, the heat between his legs swelling into something wet.
“Look at you,” she giggled, her fingers tangling in his hair to force him lower.
He couldn’t stop. His lips trailed down her stomach, his tongue tracing the waistband of her skirt before she pushed him to his knees. His hands trembled as he yanked her thighs apart, burying his face between them, licking and sucking at her through the thin fabric. Every stroke of his tongue made his body ache, his hips grinding reflexively against nothing as his cock vanished completely, replaced by a slick, throbbing cunt that dripped with every desperate noise he made. He whined into her, his voice rising in pitch, his fingers digging into her thighs as she rocked against his mouth.
“Stop... I need stop...” he gasped, his words slurring, the sounds becoming malformed. But his tongue kept moving, his new pussy clenching around nothing, soaking his thighs as the changes raced through him. His hair darkened, spilling past his shoulders in sleek waves, his nose shrinking, his eyes tilting at the corners. When she finally shoved him back, he collapsed against the floor, his chest heaving, his hands fluttering over his delicate new body: the small breasts, the narrow waist and the swollen cunt that pulsed with every heartbeat.
The woman crouched over him, her smile sharp. “Ni xianzai hen mei,” she said, her voice honeyed and slow. You’re so beautiful now.
James blinked up at her, his mind swimming. The words should have been gibberish, but they settled into his skull. And when he replied, the same sounds came from his own lips. “Weishenme... wo ting de dong?” Why... Can I understand? He reached for her, his new cunt throbbing, his hips bucking uselessly. “Weishenme wo ting bu xialai?” Why can’t I stop?
She straddled him, her fingers sliding through his slick folds, making him sob. “Yinwei ni shi wo de.” Because you’re mine. And then she kissed him, her mouth moving down his throat, his chest, his stomach until her breath ghosted over his dripping pussy. He arched off the floor, his back bowing, his cries all in perfect Mandarin as her tongue found his new clit. It was her time to have fun.