And here he thought he'd have to work harder at convincing Emet-Selch to go along with this. The breath catches in Hyth's throat as he feels his lover transform beneath him, the changing texture against his bare flesh. His hands reach out to eagerly grasp Emet-Selch's new tendrils, staring at them with greedy awe. So lewd of him to transform in public, and so selfish to have only Hyth have the pleasure of seeing it. "Gorgeous," he mutters to himself.

Then he feels the ripple of his own body begin to shirt nad he moans in open pleasure. "Yessss, make me yours. Fit me to your pleasure and your need..."