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Of course, Nicolette's idea of that form is rather specific. It is a conjunction of male and female. It is sexual and virile. It is biological, intimate, a passionate joining - a permanent one. It is the true union of creation, of returning woman to her rightful pedastal, to reach a delicate and white perfection.
Nicolette Curieuse's dream is for all womankind to be cum. To be seed - the building block of life. The primitive element. Joining with man to form something perfect... and irreversible.
Gerome was panting and moaning, stroking firmly. He could hear the wild sounds of the girl inside, could feel her movements as she played with herself, just savored the moment, her moment, her final moment. The pressure and heat were increasing dramatically. She would recognize the end, she had been to the brink before, but the panther didn't know her, he didn't care for her, he just wanted to churn her, to end her in those balls. Her skin was quickly growing slick and slimy, cum was dripping everywhere. She could feel it, breathe it, taste it, hear it, see it sloshing all around her. Still, the pressure and heat climbed, weakening her body, or was it the fact that she was becoming cum? Her hair and eyes were white, her tanned skin having gone alabaster, she was just cum. The panther clenched and squeezed, howling in pleasure as he stroked faster, reaching down to squeeze the softening bulges of the blonde. SCHLRCH!!! His balls clenched as he squeezed them and that terribly lewd, awfully sound rolled out for the delight of all ears present. Just like that, Nicolette Curieuse was gone! The young woman simply ceased to be, sloshing and splashing around in those balls.
It might take the audience gathered around the panther a moment realize what had just happened. Gerome grunted, closing his eyes, his lust and desire for the pretty blonde had caused her end to come fast, his excited balls just crushing and grinding the pretty woman into fluid perfection, what she always wanted to be. With a howl, that towering spire would swell with Nicolette's form again, the shapely blonde turned cum rushing up and out in a fountain of thick, white cum that exploded high into the air.
That thick shaft flexed and pumped viciously, so turned on by act of ending that particular woman that it couldn't hold back. He stroked furiously, hands massaging that shaft, rope after rope gushing up, hanging suspended in the air, then raining back down. Anyone too close was directly blasted and coated in thick cum. Globs of Nicolette hitting the marble floor with loud, heavy splats, contrasting the black marble beautifully. Gerome growled and thrust, his trembling cock erupting, splashing more of Nicolette across the ground, thick globs of melted blonde oozing down the thick spire, dribbling down his balls to drip towards the floor.
He sat back, panting and moaning, stroking his shaft, just moaning, squeezing and pulling, flinging out those last few, perfect globs of cum to splat on the floor. "That was amazing. Truly perfection." The panther, looking at the thick pools of cum below, the thick ropes dribbling down surprised faces and into pristine cleavage. He just blinked, savoring the moment, not even offering to anyone else, just content in the moment.