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her prancing arena.

Constantine twitched, he wanted to be the first one to touch or be

touched by her.

"Hey," his mouth hung open when she looked down at him. She

jolted off her toes, going for his throat.

The grunt tried to twist to the side in a roll, but Jason jumped his

feet to either side of the man's hips, keeping him pinned.

Helena grabbed the man by the collarbone and yanked him to his

feet, picking him up off the ground so she could gauge the size of his

cock.

Jason braced himself so she could push the grunt against him as a

vertical bed and lessen the weight she had to bear.

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She rammed her body into the grunt, clawing at his eyes and face

while slaking her hands down the sides of his torso and making

mincemeat out of the briefs.

Constantine glided in behind her, and lifted her up by her

underarms so she could focus on devouring the lackey and not worry

about her footing.

She started to fight back, kicking Constantine between his legs and

trying to bite his arms, but the scent of the near-naked man's fear

mixed with precum overruled and she let Constantine hold her in

place so she could bite through the fabric hiding her prize possession

from view.

Constantine looked over her shoulder at Jason, the man scrunched

his face and grimaced at the grim task of holding the weight of two

others and still remain standing. Constantine tried to increase his pull

on Helena's arms to lessen Jason's work.

She began to snarl until Jason pushed the man to match

Constantine's efforts, keeping him in her grasp.

Helena's nails picked away the underwear and took some of his

scrotum with it.

The guy screeched.

She licked at the tattered fabric, worrying the skin off it with her

teeth, and swallowing the bloody flakes with added cotton.

Constantine felt the muscles of her back spasm.

She arched her head back, howling while pressing her ass against

his sac.

Her cheeks puffed, absorbing her feast's scent. Her own body

excreted a smell that nibbled away at Constantine's willpower. She

marked them all as hers.

Constantine only had a problem with Jason and the grunt being

included.

Her head dove forward and she latched onto one of the grunt's

nipples, slicing through it with her incisors, then spitting it out in the

man's face.

The man erupted into a steady stream of screeches. Constantine

caught the change in scents; she smelled ripe and ready from the

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rising yells of the man. Constantine forced his legs together to keep

his cock firmly between his legs and away from her.

Helena started to lick the blood oozing from the man's chest. The

lackey's head battered Jason in the solar plexus and his feet went wild

kicking at her and Jason with free abandon.

Jason audibly winced and kneed the man in the back for every kick

he received. "God damn, it, take it like a man, you little schmuck."

Helena looked up at the non-guttural sounds.

Jason shut up.

Her body prickled and she growled.

Jason reacted by pushing the grunt deeper into her chin.

She turned her dripping fangs onto the lackey and chewed off the

other nipple, taking it fully into her this time, letting her saliva drip

over to cause pinkish trickles of blood down his torso.

The lackey's body shook, as if seizuring. His tongue pressed his

mouth open to keep air circulating in and out of his mouth.

"We can't let the idiot pass out from pain. She wants him alive and

kicking," Constantine hissed at Jason.

"Got it." Jason grabbed the man by the neck and held him up one-

handed while his other hand reached into his pocket and took out a

packet. Gingerly tearing it open with his teeth, he peppered the man's

mouth and nose with smelling salts.

Helena and the man started sneezing in unison; her drool splattered

his face then she head butted him in anger.

Constantine felt her anger when her head came back, preparing to

impale the man, and half dislocated his jaw.

"Fuck." Constantine tried to fume silently.

Her body stopped moving.

Jason and Constantine looked at each other, bracing. Even the

lackey stopped his moans, terrorized by her sudden stillness. The

only audible sound was the hook in the metal track and the rope

twisting.

Helena sprung, her hands seizing the man's cock and pulling him up

into the air by the cock alone. Now the room was full of noise, and all

coming from the man who dangled by a cock.

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Unprepared for her to jump into the air, Constantine's wrists nearly

broke from the change in force before he figured out what her body

intended.

Her legs kicked open and she landed in a split on the man, her hand

preventing the man's dick from breaking by guiding it up into her

through her generous juices.

Jason and Constantine stumbled, managing to keep the two together

by bruising tendons in the process, knowing damage would be

repaired while she recuperated from the blood ritual.

Her weight caused the man's legs and ankles to buckle into the

cement in a bone splitting crunch.

Jason kept the man angled upwards from the floor

Constantine slipped his hands under her breasts to carry her upper

body weight and help her suspend to hit just the right spots.

She didn't seem to care that the man's eyes glazed over then the lids

shut, vomit spewing out of his mouth before he went completely limp.

Jason struggled with the dead weight, pushing the man's head into

an unnatural position, but Helena didn't appear phased by lack of

stamina anymore.

Her pelvis jutted up and down, the cock burrowing up into her then

pulling free save the very tip. Hip rocking twisted and bent the dick

but no sounds of complaint came even when it started to go flaccid.

Her fury stuttered and jabbing her clit into male hair, exciting and

swelling her bits until even Constantine could see them when he

looked over her shoulder longingly, her clit so clearly free of the hood

and swollen that she could vie with a newborn human male for size.

Heat crackled off her in electrical waves that shocked Constantine

up and down his cock. His dick refused to stay hidden and attempted

to find release through his pants to get to her ass.

"Constantine." Jason barked quietly but with a cold steadiness that

would accept no excuses.

Constantine grumbled and pierced his lip with an incisor to move

his bodily focus upwards. The air around him wavered, heating to a

radiant level as he watched in awe as she bucked into a frenzy,

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droplets of her juices and saliva going in all directions. She humped

the man's cock until her spine shot straight up and her legs shook.

Sweat formed on Jason and Constantine by her nearness. Sound

vibrated out her throat and hit both their skulls.

Jason let the body hit the floor, the cock pulling out of her and

falling at an odd angle, held on only by a sheath of skin.

Constantine held her limp growing body against his stomach. "Pile

up the pillows so we can lie her down. She won't be coming too any

time soon, not until the power has finished rewriting her circuitry."

"If it rewrites her circuitry." Jason stacked the piles as ordered.

"It will." Constantine laid her down on her stomach so she wouldn't

overheat. "It will."

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Helena was sure she was hallucinating or succumbing to a fever.

She wanted to claw her own skin off for itching so badly, but she felt

too tired to flex her wrists let alone bend her fingers. Her insides

shrank, organs being wrung dry and withering so her muscles had

building supplies to layer new muscle on old until her skin stretched

so tight a quarter could bounce off her.

Heat built up inside her, tanning her flesh into leather against her

bones and tendons. Waves of energy rippled between muscle and

skin, dying to find a target that wasn't her. If only she could move

long enough for her hand to find contact with something else.

Maybe she was in an oven being tortured to death for a final feast,

because she thought she was going to burst into flames. When she

couldn't take any more heat or pressure somewhere a valve opened

and all her pent up force scorched the pathway of her spine jetting out

the base in a torrent of power that made her pussy throb from the

passage.

Lightning fizzled through her being, altering her aura to increase in

size and take over double her normal space for its own. She was

growing, morphing into the monster of her childhood books. Teeth

grew, jutting over her lip in wait for a good drink. She tried to move

her mouth but the teeth changed everything.

"What the–f?" Helena's eyes ripped open and her mouth tried to

form words from the air sibilating up her throat.

The cretin Constantine lay on the floor a distance from her

genuflecting. Okay, that pissed her off even more. The respect she

deserved, but it made it a bit harder to want to bite his head off. Not

too much harder, she seemed to have an endless desire to kick his ass

and disembowel him. The problem was she also seemed to have an

endless need to have him pump her ass and to have his scent all over

her. Having such diametrically opposed wants infuriated her and her

fists clenched easily this time.

Sure he was good enough looking to serve as a model for the Gods

of night, but why did she want to both slay him and feel him pump

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inside her? Her brain reasserted dominance long enough to fill her in

on what had transpired during her mental vacation, making her wince.

Helena found the wherewithal to scream despite the new shape of

her mouth. She wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of

expressing herself. "I'm going to kill you."

Constantine raised his head to address her. "You will find yourself

a little late. You and I are dead. And I am not the first to attack your

line. One before me clearly failed in an attempt to kill or change a

female ancestor while she was pregnant. Consider me simply

finishing what needed to be done for you to gain your rightful lineage

with more power than you can begin to imagine. L.A. and Palmer are

child's play compared to what can be awaiting you."

Helena jump kicked the pillows and landed on her tiptoes. She

didn't have to think about her actions, her body knew what it could do

and how to pull it off. Pain existed but it didn't faze her or fill her

with dread.

Constantine slowly extended himself to standing, his knees slightly

bent to move quickly. "Nice isn't it, knowing pain is a temporary

thing and damage is behind you?"

She eyed him, watching him make miniscule steps in her direction,

but still outside her reach.

"What do you want?" She curled her lip up at him, and tracked

every twitch of muscle giving away his next step.

"It's what you want that matters." Threads of the rope twist and fray

as she half squatted, letting her hair come loose from her scalp.

"I could tear myself free. You know that." She reached up and

began slicing through the braid with her talons.

"I know, but I think you should hear me out before you try

anything." Constantine puffed up his chest, the top button popping

open to show off more of his body. He stroked his pecks, twirling his

golden hair, oil glands scenting the hair from the arousal.

Helena stopped what she was doing with the rope and raised an

eyebrow, her mouth parting to taste the air and lick her lips.

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"Humans want the best sex of their lives every day, an orgasm to

redefine space and time, at least most do." Constantine ran a finger

down his chest, disappearing under his shirt to tug on his waistline.

Helena rubbed the back of her neck and shifted her shoulders.

"But you're different. You want that and more." He took a step

closer to her, into her danger range.

Helena bent at the waist, ready to leap.

"You want power." Constantine stopped moving.

She waited, watching.

"You've lived antsy, feeling what you want is outside your reach no

matter what you do, a wish that will never be fulfilled." He freed the

next button hanging on by taking the sides of his shirt and pulling

them apart.

Her toes and fingers curled but her legs remained cocked for action.

"You've been half asleep, denied the part of you that could really