Novel & Cerita Growth Wings

He grabbed my waist and whirled me around, so that I was the one on top. Next to the bed was a looking glass, and we both stared into it. I saw the bloody wounds on my back. Sprouting from them were four tiny black nubs. “Look, my pet,” Salem whispered. “They won’t be able to control you anymore.” The wings ripped out of my body like blades. I bucked my hips, and with each gyration my wings had another spurt of growth, until they were large enough to support my size. Salem was ecstatic. He reached out and stroked them, and my perversity was such that even this felt pleasurable.

yellow skin. You see their skin has taken in so much UV light from their many suns that it literally glows... Their planet has no night. I don't know much more about them... They have six competing in the harvest. Froles come from the planet Frole. They are slim and fast. Frole has almost no trees so their speed and slim builds come in handy when hunting. They are wild-like in personality and features. Their skin is striped from their head down to their toes. They are striped so they can blend in with the grass that covers most of their planet. They see great at night and are similar to the big cats on your planet when it comes to hunting. They typically choose females from their own planet

even meant anything anymore. At the countless shifting patterns. The flows. The constant adjustments. And now. Something new. Variation. Subtle. But growing. “This is how it expands,” I said. “Yes.” “Not by building more structure…” A pause. Then. “By increasing difference.” That changed everything. Because before. Growth meant adding. Extending. Building. But here. Growth meant diversifying. Becoming more varied. More complex. More… alive. I focused again on the other pattern.