Building Passion

Kyoka wandered along the racks and stands with t-shirts, flipping through hangers with a distracted look, for about ten minutes already. Her thoughts still drifted between the black lacy web of lingerie and the damp heat below her stomach. But she felt calmer now – not because the desire had faded, but because it had become... more familiar and ordinary? As if it had always been with her – an inseparable part of her soul. Like background noise that has been your whole life. Dear, incredibly close to heart and extremly desired by womb.

She stopped at a wall with some graffiti-style drawing. The drawing was deliberately sloppy, yet elegant and sweeping. In a bright pink and dark purple color palette, the word «SEXY» could be made out, adorned with a ton of pink glitter. Kyoka, turning to the graffiti, smirked as if it were addressed to her. Near the wall were t-shirts and tank tops with various prints. Punk logos, acid colors, skulls, rips. And not a single one she needed.

«Well, whatever…», she mentally shrugged. «This one looks good on me anyway…».

But suddenly, she caught a familiar scent… So pleasant… So strong… Musky and earthy… Yet there was something else in that recognizable aroma. Kyoka couldn't quite place it, so she slowed down slightly. There was a hint of… cherry? Or perhaps an expensive perfume? The faint trace of that light masculine sweat, the one etched into her memory, was almost gone. «Wait… I know this amazing scent! But right now, it's… different? …Hold on! Could it be–…».

— There. You. Are… — a familiar voice sounded from behind, light, with feigned offense, — Left me alone in this nonconformist's fantasy… So that's how you thank people for the compliments? I did put some effort into them, ya know~…

Kyoka flinched, and goosebumps ran over her skin, and not from fright. But from the timbre of the voice, from how arousing it sounded to her. She turned and saw Chris. He stood with a slightly relaxed face and a small shade of his "playing offended" act. His hands were in his pockets, and his feet were spread apart, clearly letting Kyoka know the intentional playfulness of his offense.

Chris… even looked different. Not drastically. But enough for the eyes of the temptress to linger on him a bit longer than before. His shirt fit him tighter, like he had become leaner, more defined, but at the same time bulkier. His face – the same as before, but somehow more accentuated by shadows and light in the right places. His chin and cheekbones cut sharp lines. His lips looked more… "kissable", if you could call it that. They had thickened slightly and smoothed out, acquiring a more attractive shape. Only his somewhat gothic image remained unchanged, the one he had back at the academy, and because of which she decided to give Chris a chance to interest her…

That's what Kyoka thought.

In reality, Chris had undergone his own changes while Kyoka succumbed to her inner demon of lust.

When she fled the scene of her "act of shame", Chris decided to stroll around the store, look at the goods. Maybe this aesthetic would interest him for his own style after all? As he walked, he noticed advertising posters with goth guys wearing one or another element of that style. And as he examined them, the "Pink Sky" continued its work. Chris was impressed by the sharp, seductive looks for girls? Now he had quality eyeliner and practically a seducer's gaze. He liked the long locks on the wigs on the mannequins? Now his somewhat darkened hair began to tickle his cheekbones, and a couple of minutes later, his sharpened chin.

His final image now – a young handsome guy with aesthetically balanced musculature and tall stature. Long dark hair down to his lower jaw, dark clothing with gothic accents: two thin black bracelets on his wrists, a thin silver chain his neck. His face had paled and become almost perfectly symmetrical: "kissable" sharp lips, pointed chin and cheekbones, bright, piercing eyes with a seductive squint. A bit of makeup – thin black eyeliner and dark-gray nail polish – completed the look.

Kyoka stared at Chris for a couple more seconds, evaluating his "usual" appearance. She mentally grinned predatorily, pondering:

«Da-a-amn~… He's actually hot as hell! And why didn't I notice that before...», Kyoka slowly scanned his entire body from top to bottom without hiding it, until her eyes stopped at his groin area, where a slight "tension" from Chris was faintly noticeable.

«And I should have~…», a light blush of lust formed on her cheeks, and little devils began to dance in her eyes.

— So-o-orry~… — she purred with an apologetic half-smile, — For that kind of "thanks". Maybe I should have kissed you on the cheek and only then bolted? — Her intonation was just as playfully apologetic as Chris' was offended-accusing. A sly, playful smile flashed across her lips, which had become slightly swollen over the course of all this time, with her tongue sticking out cutely, clearly provoking Chris to react.

— Hmm… If you'd done that, maybe I would've forgiven you~, — Chris noticed her playfulness, tilting his head slightly. — ...Though not guaranteed. Why'd you run off so fast? Had an urgent need to touch up your makeup or what?

— Uh… No. I wanted a-a-ah... A t-shirt? — She shrugged, as if she herself didn't believe this excuse. — I told you where I was going. A t-shirt. With "Riot Crush". Thought I'd see it here… but looks like it's sold out. Or they never stocked it niche band after all… — All the while she spoke, her eyes stayed fixed on him, intense and deliberate, while her lips stretched into a careful, almost rehearsed smile. Every other part of her face remained unnaturally still, hinting at a tension beneath the surface, as if she was holding herself together while letting just enough emotion slip through to make it seem convincing.

He smirked, not believing a single word. But he didn't press further, accepting her excuse:

— Well, okay then. — he nodded, as if brushing it off. — Not meant to be. Did you find anything interesting then?

Kyoka hummed. She definitely found something. But not something you can just say out loud. Especially considering how wet she was three minutes ago. Or two... or- Does her underwear even get a chance to dry today?...

— Not exactly… — she lied, examining one of the counters. And then, a brilliant idea lit up her head. Her gaze immediately changed to the opposite of the previous one. Then she added, a bit quieter:

— Although… maybe I did~… — the blush on her cheeks intensified, becoming more noticeable.

Chris raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She suddenly fell silent, as if pondering. Her face became focused. A cunning, girly smile appeared at the corners of her lips, the kind that usually either awakens a guy's "fighter" in anticipation of pleasure or starts panic in anticipation of trouble.

She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with playful interest.

— …Come here... – She leaned slightly to the side, lazily shifting from one foot to the other, deliberately openly showing her playfulness.

Chris arched his eyebrow more.

— Closer where? — Chris asked intrigued, lost in guesses about what this little devil had in mind.

— Just to me~. — her voice became softer. But there was something… insistent, dominant, desirous in it.

He took a step forward. Even, precise, testing how far she wanted to take her little game.

— Closer… — she tilted her neck a bit, her eyes narrowed slightly, but didn't break away from his.

He took another step. Now they were close, but not close enough to feel each other's breath.

Kyoka slowly beckoned him with her finger, what looking very seducing. Her gesture was too sensual to be an ordinary «Come closer...» sign. Her lips widened into a predatory-sly smile. The plum-purple lipstick had a noticeably thicker, fresher layer to it, giving the impression she'd just recently touched up her makeup. Blood rushed to the Chris' face too, with all the more possible options for a fun continuation.

— Even closer~… — she said quieter and more languidly. Her voice became lower, wetter, more lustful. It was no longer girly. But animalistic. Predatory.

Chris smiled with the corner of his lips. He seemed to have guessed what she had in mind and went into her game with huge anticipation. He approached almost right up close. There were about four inches between them, maybe even tree.

She lightly bit her lip, her eyes trembled, glanced furtively at his chest. Already without even a hint of modesty. She was checking him out. Silently. Slightly squinting, apparently really evaluating: «Has he become… more appetizing~?». And the answer, obviously, was «Yes». Her gaze was already slowly undressing his pumped, defined torso, carefully removing his shirt.

— Lean down~… — she whispered. Her voice was quiet but inviting and clear. It had changed a lot since the beginning of the day. If to listen to her voice in a crowd you'd have to seclude yourself, even though it would be quite clear, now it would sound over all noises, whether a quiet whisper or a loud moan.

Her libido was taking stronger hold of her mind and body. No more shyness. Only sincere desire and revving playfulness. Predatory, flirtatious, bold. Like a cat stretching toward a warm palm – but will scratch if not petted how, where, and when she wants.

Chris leaned down. Slowly. Without a single word. He looked into her eyes and saw how their look changed. How the last crumbs of the old Kyoka disappeared, modifying, vanishing, or intensifying. How crumbs of modesty burned away under the new fire of mischief, passion, and playfulness. How she finally stopped fearing to look at herself and her desires.

Her new "I" had arrived.

He felt the air between them grow quite hot, how it thickened, and how they themselves were heating the atmosphere even more. His gaze grew slightly darker, sharper, more sexual. And it wasn't as if Kyoka's gaze differed from his. On the contrary – it was as if she was looking at him even more hungry and lewd than he was at her.

And suddenly Kyoka softly giggled:

— Hi-hi~… You have such beautiful lips, Chrissy~. And you know… I've always been into skinny but wiry guys. Like you... Minimum fat, perfect definition, pure steel cables… m-m-m~.

Chris smirked, the corner of his lips twitching as a faint tremor ran through him. His shoulders subtly shifted – tightening, sculpting – and his body grew leaner, more defined with every heartbeat. The traces of almost all softness vanished, replaced by sharp, flexing lines beneath the fabric. His skin stretched tighter over muscle, veins thickened, standing out like cords charged with heat, pulsing just beneath the surface. His neck seemed to lengthen slightly, tendons catching the dim light with each shallow breath, while the faint sheen of sweat highlighted every ridge, every detail of his transforming frame.

Kyoka's eyes widened, pupils dilating at the sight. Her lips parted with a low, thrilled hum as she drank him in – the newly carved, almost predatory outline of his body. She lingered on his throat, on that sleek, powerful line between collarbone and jaw, watching it flex with each breath. She greedily and lewdly absorbed the glorious view of Chris' strong, sinewy neck, like a vampire thinking where and how hard to bite, leaving her "marks".

— Glad I hit your fetish. And here I was thinking sexy gals like you only go for bodybuilders now… Honestly disappointed: if "he's" a mountain of muscles, he already has a harem and a three-block queue… — Chris quietly and slightly disappointedly looked aside.

Kyoka snorted, running her hand over his forearm, enjoying the firmness beneath the thin skin. He looked back into her hungry eyes.

— Yea-ah… back in school… I never got the obsession with those two-by-two cupboard dudes, no brain but huge biceps. Guys like you, though, are wa-a-ay easier to hug, — she stared expressively into his eyes, — arms close completely. Nothin' gets in the way of scoopin' you up~… True, you're kinda rough to the touch… — She felt the muscles under the fabric again, testing their hardness. — But that's why A'm-a growin' these busty soft "puppies", he-he~. — She playfully pushed her chest forward. The top stretched tighter, and the tempting cleavage opened even deeper.

Chris exhaled hoarsely, leaning in closer.

— He-he… I see, they're extremely big and obvious. By the way, your lips are fire too… Though that's also quite obvious~.

The heat became overwhelming: their skin glistened with a little sweat, and a lone droplet slid down the hollow between her breasts, catching the pastel-orange reflection of the lamp.

— He-heh~… You know… You were right about the ventilation – seems like it’s not workin'… — Kyoka bit her lip, her glossy lipstick catching the warm light. — But this heat… it somehow wraps the body in a strangely pleasant way~…

— Oh~? Has someone finally decided to believe my words? And a beauty like you*~? *I'm genuinely touched. — Chris' voice carried a hint of irony and sarcasm. Yet there was also real appreciation and playfulness in it. — …So~... You like it hotter*, huh~?

— Ye-e-eah~… But I like the temperature a bit higher… If ya know what I mean~? You'll help this this "freezin'" sexy girl to "warm up", Chrissy-kun~? — she whispered sweetly. He quietly chuckled, barely nodding. — Then c'mon... Lean in closer, kitty~…

Kyoka fell silent, watching Chris – her gaze became softer but didn't lose that spark, that ignited stronger with each minute. Without words, she leaned forward and carefully, like testing his reaction, gently pressed her lips to his, to which he responded with a mutual movement – a short, wet, sweet kiss. It lasted only a second, but her body immediately reacted as if Chris' taste was the strongest trigger for it: her stomach pleasantly twisted from euphoria and the familiar "swarm of butterflies", her legs buckled for a second from a wave of heat, and between her thighs spread that warm, wet, painfully pleasant tremor, making her smile little wider, hornier and crazier when she pulled back. Her body temperature rose, her heart pounded, and her pupils dilated. Enhanced blood circulation made all the skin on Kyoka's face pink-red, while on her cheeks it was almost scarlet and flushed.

Her thoughts returned again to that "ill-fated" moment when she inhaled his scent. In that instant, she automatically compared that and this moment hundreds of times and came to the conclusion that: «Today Kyo-Kyo TOTALLY would lasso this tasty stallion~...», in all senses…

— This… is for the way I thanked ya so dummy back then…— pulling away from his lips, she whispered hoarsely, not fully restoring her breath. From her body, it was slightly noticeable how hard it was for her now not to snap, not to jump on Chris and start fucking him until she'd drained his balls at least ten times, inside her and all over her. Instead, she miraculously squeezed out something coherent, holding herself on the edge and trying to curb the insane urge at least for a moment.

«No-o-o~… No-no~… I h-have to… have to control m-myself~… at least for a-a-an hour – to make it last... make it sweeter... more delicious... More DESIRABLE~...», she wanted to delay the moment X as much as possible.

Chris raised an eyebrow, smirking. He wasn't going to speak, wanting to play her game to the end, yielding and submitting until she got tired of it. And apparently, that "until" wouldn't come soon. Very not soon…

— Heh-heh… — Kyoka's lips twitched in a half–smile, and her gaze in one instant became predatory, wet, and very, VERY hungry. — And here's comin' somethin' else~...

She decided to give in to some of her desires after all.

DO YOU HAVE ANY CREATIVE IDEAS THAT WOULD LOOK GOOD IN THE UPCOMING CHAPTERS?

If you have thoughts even just about poses, phrases, fetishes (+ whose they are + under what circumstances they "reveal" themselves), actions, quirks, transformations, etc., that would look sexy and "beautiful" – please write to me about them in the comments. I'm collecting ideas for future chapters (I already have some stock of ideas – mostly about sex or transformations), and it'd be cool to see YOUR ideas of it all (most likely I'll jot them down and implement them in future chapters. P.S. at the end of chapters where I use your ideas, I'll mention you as the author of that specific idea, unless you ask otherwise).

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