Makena watched in awe as not just the flaccid organ she was holding but the whole of Hal's body turned crimson marred by black lines. Hal sat up and crimson wings with thick black veins spread out his back.
Horns grew out of his forehead and it all taken with his smile was quite sinister.
However, the Silver moon sect head watched it with skepticism. Probably wondering what this was all supposed to mean.
She of course understood soon enough when Hal permeated the room they were in with his grey pheromones. Which after taking one whiff of, had Makena more flushed than she had been since this all began.
Almost as though she was in a trance, Makena reached out to the now-crimson, flaccid cock and she resumed her strokes.
When she became alert to what she was doing, she did not stop.
She could not stop.