Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

out his engorged cock. "Tell me, Agent Delacroix," Von said as he rubbed his cock along the firm skin of Sin's ass, "In all your TradeCap research, did you know the Dychiiop mate for life? Such a fascinating race. Did you know that, Rhys?" Von slid his throbbing dick along the crack of Sin's ass. "Once they mate—once they fuck , or are fucked —that's it, that's who they're with forever. His body will take my cum and take my DNA, embedding it with his own."
    Von positioned himself, lined his cock up with Sin's ass, ready to consummate, to complete this binding. He would show Rhys just who Sin belonged to, teach him one final lesson.
    And make him watch.
    And Rhys couldn't have not reacted if he'd wanted to. His body responded of its own accord, his skin rippled down his back, sparks of adrenalin shot through his veins. Rhys could feel his body stretch, morph. Change.
    It had been so long since he'd shifted. His body ached as he shifted into lion form. His muscles distended, heated, altered, and when he fell to the floor this time, he landed on large padded paws.
    The electric cuffs still shackled his front legs, tight above his fetlocks. But pushing off his hind legs, Rhys felt his own power, his own strength course through him, and he launched himself at Von.
    Rhys was magnificent as a lion. Even Von acknowledged it, as the giant cat shot towards him. He didn't have time to react. He didn't even have time to be surprised. One second he had his hands on Sin's hips, about to guide himself inside him; the next he knew, Agent Delacroix transformed into a lion before his eyes.
    And then he was holding onto nothing.
    Literally.
    Sin was gone. His pants were a puddle of leather on the floor.
    Sin had watched in awe as Rhys shifted forms before him. It all happened so quickly, Sin barely had time to think. He watched as Rhys leapt toward them and transformed just in time so as not to be collected by Rhys as he aimed himself at Von.
    It was magical. Sin had many forms he could change into at will. Many Von had seen, many he had not. But he shot himself toward the ceiling and watched Rhys tackle Von.
    The might and power of such an animal was beautiful. He was big, sleek and strong, his fur was a darkened gold. And Sin hovered, watching. He watched as Von clutched at the air as Rhys barreled into him, knocking him to the ground. Sin watched Von struggle against the weight of the glorious lion, all the while looking around the glass room wildly.
    He wasn't looking for something to save him. He was looking for Sin.
    But Von couldn't see past Rhys. Rhys' face was close, his breath was hot, his teeth were bared. But his front feet were still bound by the cuffs.
    And then Sin watched as Von struggled with Rhys' paws, and Sin realized a little late, he was grabbing at the cuffs. He managed to press something, activated something, and Sin watched as Rhys shot backwards off the human. Rhys hissed and bit and pawed at the cuffs.
    Von clambered to his feet and pulled a small weapon from his inside coat pocket. He knew resetting the cuffs would fire voltage shots through Rhys, giving him an advantage. He'd almost forgotten about the gun he'd slipped into his jacket. He pulled it out and aimed it at the lion, just a few feet away.
    And then Sin was in front of him.
    Though it wasn't like anything he'd ever seen. In front of him was the most impossibly divine creature Von had ever seen.
    So simple. So beautiful.
    Black smoke.
    That's all he was.
    Wispy, creeping, rolling.
    Magnificent.
    Von's eyes widened in awe. But then he wondered what kind of defense against his laser gun mere smoke would be. "Very impressive, Sin," Von panted. "But hardly an effective shield against this, don't you think?" he asked, waving the gun in his hand.
    Then he pointed the gun at Rhys.
    And Rhys forgot about the cuffs, still burning into his skin. He forgot about the gun pointed directly at him. He forgot about Von.
    He was watching Sin.
    He watched as the smoke floated toward Von, over the gun, along his hand and up his arm. Lines of blackened smoke wisped across his body, swirling, flowing. Von smiled in wonder as Sin wafted up his torso, his neck. Then Rhys watched as Sin simply crept into Von's mouth, and like liquid smoke, he poured himself into the human's body.
    Rhys watched as Von's eyes widened and then he dropped to his knees, the look on his face one of surprise and awe. Rhys was beginning to wonder if Sin would be okay, when Von simply fell