The violation was absolute, a line crossed that had remained sacrosanct for a century. As Hannah's trembling hands gripped the massive, throbbing weight of his member beneath his robes, the very geometry of the room seemed to shatter. The air, already heavy with static, crystallized into an unbreathable vacuum.
For a microsecond, Hebner Grand froze. The shock was a physical blow, a jolt of raw, unadulterated reality that pierced through the centuries of his practiced, icy discipline. It was not pleasure she evoked, but a profound, resonant offense to his very existence.
Then, the transformation began. It was not slow, nor was it merciful.
