"I'd complain more if this wasn't exactly the sort of shit that got me hard," you muttered through your shirt, squirming to worm your arms out of the sleeve holes and pull the t-shirt off. When your sight returned, you found Chrysalis laying atop your legs, her snout merely an inch from your turgid prick, making it twitch with every wave of hot breath that rolled over it. Her eyes seemed to have dilated and sparkle, like she was looking at some grand treasure or artifact of power.