Daniel had no idea he was emitting pheromones, though it was all part of it coming together. Dylan wanted him to be monsterous, and he was. In so many ways. Horns and claws, strength, and a hunger he had no idea how to handle. One that made him want to have more, to get as much as he could from Dylan, from others. All sex and the delicious hormones from it.

Hearing he was beautiful, that helped. Like being special. All of it coming together, that helped. What helped more was thick cock sliding into him and leaving him finally feeling full.

It was enough to set other changes in motion. Like those tits coming back. Large, heavy, and still perky as they could be when designed by magic. Made to drive Dylan mad, to crank things up to make him want it more.

There was nothing shakey about how Daniel kissed him back. Hard, arching up into the kiss, pushing to get more. Almost as if he was drinking from Dylan already. Both hands cradled either side of Dylan's face, stroking his cheeks, trying to push him further. Rocking up, matching every thrust with a rock of his body, hiking his legs up higher, heels locking around Dylan's waist.

"Dylan!"

Breaking the kiss, clutching his hands to his shoulders, crying out. "Fuck. Fuck. That's it. God, I can't get enough of your damn dick," he moaned, trembling. "So close. Close. Fuck. Make me come, Baby, make me come." He moved to look him in the eyes. "Make me come like I'm yours."