Chapter 3: MistressLeah turned over with a gasp, her hands going to her sides as her wings flapped with surprise.
“Emma!”
Emma crossed her arms over her chest, her green eyes flashing as she took in the sight before her.
“What did I tell you about going through my things?”
“Um.” Leah’s cheeks were burning a brick red, her short brown hair now darkened into a spiky black mess with two short red horns poking up through her bangs. “Don’t?”
Em gave a little hmm and examined her transformed body with a critical eye, lingering over her aching c**k.
“Did I say you could stop?”
Leah blinked, then shook her head as she reached down to start stroking herself again with a shiver. “No, Mistress! But you did say—”
“I said you were not allowed to c*m,” Emma corrected her. “I did. Not. Say. Stop.
