Bite me, Twice
Then, after a long, long moment, she reached up and kissed him, firmly and fully on the lips.
Doom closed his eyes, feeling her impossibly soft lips cushioning his own. When he opened them, a different woman looked back at him. She still had those same bright orange eyes, but the skin around them was rougher, leatherier, and the flaming orange hair was thinner and greyer. She seemed to have lost some of her buoyancy, and when she leaned back again, her body had a sag to it. Doom blinked, and as he did, the youthful, pert woman of perhaps twenty flashed back at him between glimpses. It was an illusion; a spell, no doubt intended to trick an onlooker into seeing something different to what was
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