"- warned you about my lair. You should have kn- oh Jesus fuck!"

Bach might not be human, but there were limits to what he could take and not fall apart. He tries to fight the orgasm, but it's burning through his entire body, toe curling and finger spasms and - how embarrassing - he howls.

Worse, he feels scales creep up his sides, the dark bronze/brown/gold things dig softly into his skin, climbing up to his throat and no doubt turning his eyes into slits.

"Shit", he pants.