The man really didn't know when to quit, did he? Well, if that was what he wanted... Sherlock slammed him against the wall again, he didn't want the man to come, so with a movement of his hand he made the wall swallow up his cock so that he couldn't move it or do anything with it.
With John taken care of, another shake of his fingers and he grew, half again as long as he had been before- this was well beyond what any normal human would be able to take.
He buggered John with no remorse, long and thick and barbed, one hand crushed his windpipe, the other raked his razor sharp claws down the man's back. He still bore some soft scars from years before, and he opened the skin again, moving through to muscle and bone.
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Sherlock slammed him against the wall again, he didn't want the man to come, so with a movement of his hand he made the wall swallow up his cock so that he couldn't move it or do anything with it.
With John taken care of, another shake of his fingers and he grew, half again as long as he had been before- this was well beyond what any normal human would be able to take.
He buggered John with no remorse, long and thick and barbed, one hand crushed his windpipe, the other raked his razor sharp claws down the man's back. He still bore some soft scars from years before, and he opened the skin again, moving through to muscle and bone.