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I ought to be surprised, stunned, and maybe a little disgusted. But it just seems so natural for her, for the woman I love to be male and female in one. Even if I had been a little put off by it, odds are those thoughts would have vanished like dust in the wind the moment she slid into me.

I throw back my head, moaning loudly, by entire body tensing, pressing up against her. Gentle hands guide me back down onto the couch, her soft wings beneath me. I can't find the strength to speak, all I can do is lay back and let my beautiful angel slowly thrust into me. She lays down atop me, my head between her breasts. "Suckle from me, beloved." she says.

My body takes that as a command that must be obeyed, I don't know how I manage to do it, so filled with pleasure as I am, but my hands find their way to one breast, bringing it to me mouth, her cute pink nipple with a tiny bead of purple fluid on the tip. My tongue gathers the stray droplet, and a wonderful sensation spreads over my tongue.

It's not just the wonderfully sweat taste, but it's almost like it's an enhancement to my sense of taste, making everything taste better. I press my lips up against her breast, suckling happily. The wonderful sensation oozes down my throat, and in a few moments, everything feels better.

It's like I've lived all my life with every sense wrapped in a veil of wet cloth. My sense of smell becomes so much more sensitive, I can smell Skye's arousal, her desire, her need, and her love. I can detect her emotion. I can tell what she feels more me is real, that she truly loves me. Her scent is strange as well, there is the wonderfully sweet, cinnamon-like smell of her current state, but beneath it there's something else. Something a little more earthy, musky, dry, and wonderful.

I can hear things I could never hear before. I can hear through the walls, into the dressing room for the Bar and Grill's performance stage, where two of the girls are having a little fun of their own. I can even hear the soft wet sounds the strap on makes as it slides slowly from one of them.

My sense of touch is heightened, and with it the stimulation I feel from Skye's perfect cock increases in ways I can't begin to describe. But strangely with the increase in sensation comes an increase in control. I had been almost paralyzed by pleasure, unable to speak, barely able to think coherently.

My vision is also enhanced. I can see every wonderful detail of my lover's face, perfect beauty right down to the smallest detail. She's so beautiful, I want to be with her forever. There's a tiny part of me, a glimmer in my mind that wasn't quiet awake before that gives me a feeling that such a thing might just come to pass. True love, lasting forever.

I'm so lost in exploring my new world of sensation that my climax sneaks up on me, a wonderful rippling flow of heat and pressure. I feel a delicious warmth shooting up inside me, swirling around the center of my being. It's an experience that transcends physical pleasure, and enters into the realm of the spiritual. The wonderful liquid feeling flows over my body, settling into every part of me.

It's a few minutes before I get a sense of my environment back. I sit up, seeing Skye smiling at me from her place next to me on the sofa. She's donned a striking blue leather outfit, much like the red one I saw her in earlier. The wonderful feeling that encompasses my body hasn't faded in the slightest. It feels wonderful to simply exist. The overwhelming sense of desire I felt before is gone, replaced with adoration and affection.

"There," she says with a smile, "I trust you feel better now?"

I nod, "Yeah, I feel really good." her smile is infectious, I can't help but smile back.

"Good. Now, let's properly introduce ourselves. I'm Silver Skye, owner of the fine establishment." she says, extending a hand.

I shake it then introduce myself. "I'm Firefly, a superhero. My patrol area is over on the other side of the Quarantine Zone. My group and I were investigating a gang fight at an abandoned apartment complex between the Skulls, and we think the Vipers. One of my friends found a feather, one of yours, with a psychic tag on it that lead me here."

Skye nods. "The Skulls were mine. I hired them to track down the Vipers. The spell I put on it was meant to allow me to track them, as well as well as provide a sort of surveillance of the scene. Do you have it with you?"

I nod, instinctively reaching for the pocket on my suit, but then I recall that I'm not wearing a suit. Here I am, sitting completely naked, and feeling entirely comfortable with it. I blush a little and point to the somew2hat shredding and mauled pile of fabric that used to be my bodysuit. My beautiful angel leans down and picks it up, riffling through the pockets before finally finding it.

"Thanks." she says with a smile. "It'll take a few minutes in my possession before it allows me to go over the data. But I'm sure you have some questions that aren't related to the gang war. Let me try to explain as best I can. We, you and I, are of a race called the Sisterhood, though in anceint times one group of us referred to ourselves as Gorgons, and the name stuck. Our race was created through intense ritual by a number of sorceresses in ancient times. Though we are able to birth children, they are almost always human girls. Our only sure method of reproduction is transformation."

"I the old days we would watch for decades, trying to find a woman who was stronger enough in mind and spirit, and beautiful enough in body to accept our gifts. Women who were skilled with many things, but mistresses of few. We would slowly fall in love with our chosen one. Some of us would seduce her, others would make promises of power, still others would do their best to make our chosen return our love. Through mating, coupling, close contact, ritual, and sorcery, over the course of several months the chosen girls would slowly transform into their Gorgon state."

"We universally took on at least some reptilian features, with many of us adding bits from other animal species. The chosen has no conscious control over her form, but when her transformation is complete, it feels much like she had been born into the wrong body, and had finally become her true self. Sadly this is almost never the case any longer."

"With the progression of science, the Sisterhood learned what it was that triggered the transformation, and sought to isolate it, to extract it, and to enhance it. And with those sisters who's Gorgon forms were created in this manner, their bodies produced the compounds that induced transformation in such a fashion."

"Now it's almost impossible for a Sister to bring her chosen one into the fold without causing pain. More and more Gorgons are created that have bodies that are aberrant to their minds and spirits. I was one of the first like this. Since it became so easy to convert others, many Sisters simply did so, not bothering to develop a bond with their daughters."

"So for the past few centuries, the Sisterhood as a whole has declined. Our ranks are filled almost exclusively with power hungry Sisters who wear the name Gorgon with pride, after the evil and monstrous Sisters of old. But by speeding up the rate at which we can bring others into the fold, it seems that we've also began weeding out the aspects that grant a Sister our powers. In the past two hundred years there hasn't been a Sister that has had powers even equal to half of my own."

"Many of us do not seek to remedy this problem with our race, thinking only of quantity, not quality. I've begun to reverse the changes in myself, making me better able to make slowly becoming, but powerful, daughters. Unlike most of our race, I feel that humans need to be watched and carefully guided to the proper action our of love and affection, not as a race of inferiors to be controlled and used only for breeding purposes. They see themselves as superior. But we're not. We were born human, most of us anyway, and gifted with powers above and beyond those around us."

"Nowadays with so many humans being born with superhuman ability, the Sisters are slowly regaining their former strength, as the transformation draws out and strengthens their inner power. But they're almost always evil, and interested only in using their power for themselves. And now some of them have found a way to bind a daughter's will to her monster's. So now Gorgons are being created to be nothing more then pawns, thralls to their mistress' will, rather then Sisterhood being granted as a wonderful gift to those who have something to offer the world, and given freely by a creature out of love."

Skye smiles at me, "But you? You're special. You were born several centuries ago, born a Sister, one of maybe one hundred children mothered by a Sister that was born naturally with our gifts. By the time you entered to adulthood, I was well on my way to being one of the most studied historians and ritualists of our race. Unfortunately, I think that with the deaths of several of our race, at the hands of the Gorgon faction, I am the one who is most learned about the rituals and spells that were once common to our race."

"Once when a Sister granted the gift to her chosen, mother and daughter shared a deep, powerful bond. A bond of love and adoration that would always inform one of the other's feelings, an empathic bond. A broken bond, however, is a terrible thing. When a bonded sister causes severe pain to one she is bonded with, the bond shatters, harming both mother and daughter. If there is rage and hate present, it will have terrible effects."

"My 'mother' was one of the first to alter herself to be able to create as many daughters as she could, and she had only known me for a few days when I began to change, and it was only a week from start to finish for my change. My mind and the body she gave me were at complete odds, I am a recreation of an extra-planar being, halfway between a cupid and a succubus. A beautiful angel. My form as a Sister is... demonic. In the state where mind and body opposed one another, I lashed out in uncontrollable rage at my mother, wounding her terribly and breaking the bond between us forever."

"But I learned that I could, with a born Sister, mend my bond in part, by making the Ture Sister my chosen daughter. Doing so would enhance her power, your power, tremendously, as well as creating a powerful bond between the two of us. A bond that transcends death. So long as one of us lives, the other will always be reborn. But the link doesn't recur on it's own, there has to be a face to face meeting."

I smile. "Like just now."

Skye nods. "Exactly like now. The overpowering urge to make love that we felt, that was to restart you transformation. Your true form will be restored to you soon. I know this all sounds strange, but it's true."

I nod, I know it's true. I can feel it inside my mind, I can scent it on the air. She can't lie to me without my knowing, and we both know it. I snuggle up to my Sister-Mother, delighting in the feeling of her soft feathers on my skin. Things are slowly coming back to me. "I'm going to be a herm, aren't I?"

Skye chuckles, "Yes, beloved, all Sisters are male and female."

"And this club, it's so you can draw beautiful girls here to bring into the Sisterhood, isn't it?"

"That is one of it's many uses. It is also a place that I can use my gifts to bring people great pleasure and enjoyment. It's in my nature as an Angel of Desire, to surround myself in an environment filled with lust, desire, and pleasure."

"So it really is a brothel?"

Skye chuckles and nods. "Yes, Firefly, it's also a brothel."

For some reason I don't find that fact as repulsive as I did earlier. In fact, I'm rather looking forward to visiting here again, getting to know my Sister-Mother's employees, and maybe even performing on stage, or in a back room some time.

"Now, let me inform you of the faction of Gorgons that calls themselves The Vipers, their goals, and Venom itself..."