"No!" Trevor yelped. 

     "Aw, come on." Silveria rubbed against Trevor like a cat against a leg. She looked fully human, not silver at all.

​     She's not, though, Trevor kept telling himself. She is ​not human.

     On the other hand, damn it, she'd made herself so beautiful. And, in her eyes, Trevor saw a vulnerability, a need to connect. 

     "I am so lonely," she told Trevor. "Please." 

     She kissed him as she caressed his muscular arms and shoulders. Her tongue slid into his mouth. Trevor recoiled. The last time she'd frenched him three years before, she'd let her tongue travel all the way to his stomach!

     He pulled away from her. "Silveria, you've got to have the worst timing in the world." 

     "I love you, Trevor. There's no wrong time for that." 

     Silveria's cat suit disintegrated. She pulled Trevor to her to kiss him again. Something warm like a lotion or a salve slid along his skin. It concentrated on his penis until his penis hardened. 

     "Stop doing that," Trevor said, finding it hard to catch his breath. 

     "The hell I will." She'd made herself a brunette. Her pubic patch was so thick it was almost its own entity. 

     The caressing warmth that now all by coated Trevor's body went to remove his clothing. Trevor stopped it. 

​     "You know everyone can see us, right?" he asked. 

     "Who cares?"

     "I care."

​     Silveria made the silver cage opaque. "Better?"

     "Now I can't see what's going on." 

     "You're a hard man to please." Silveria allowed enough of the cage to become transparent so that Trevor could see the action below them. 

​     "I want you so bad," she whispered into Trevor's ear. "Fuck me, okay?"

CONTINUE