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<br/>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“If I were you, I would get control over yourself very quickly, or you might not like what happens to you. Right now, I can smell your fear, your anxiety, uncertainty, the fact that you still want to fuck me, and I haven’t decided if I’m going to rip out your throat or fuck you into the floor -- or both, only the order is… uncertain.” It was still Ian, sure, but the growl in his voice was there, warping it.</span></i></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">Daxon Ripley rose to stand from his sitting position on the bed after hearing the growl of Ian's voice from the bathroom adjoining his bedroom. Although Dax only had one beast to manage in comparison to Ian's, his was an unruly mix of wreck and ruin that contrasted sharply with Ian's multiple beasts. The snake lycanthropy virus flowing through Dax's veins made him volatile, the newborn snake prone to extreme rage and unpredictable temper tantrums.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">FEAR. </span><span style="font-size: 18px">The first instinct of a cobra. In this realm, it was natural for his cobra to seek shelter against hostile environmental elements or when trying to avoid detecttion by predators.<br/>
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<b>"Ian, you okay? You sound like sh--" </b>Dax almost said, but his words dried like sand in his throat.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">Feeling the vibrations of the rising metaphysical energy in the bathroom, his instinct was to flee in response. So Dax left the bathroom behind for Ian's bedroom in order to cool off. It was also a natural deterrent to cease all conversation between them before things got out of hand. Dax was already at a disadvantage because of his beast's immature state, mainly because his level of control over the shift between his human form and the cobra form gifted him by Ian was nonexistent.<br/>
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His cobra form was filled with fractious impulses, the animal instincts of the cobra merged into his DNA fluctuating back and forth due to the predominant energy being projected from Ian's multiple beasts all at once. Ian's stronger metaphysical energy combined overwhelmed Dax's already unstable level of control. Driven by the need to subdue, dominate and satiate the lust of the multiple beasts within Ian, his energy drew Dax's beast out, exposing it completely.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">COMBAT. </span><span style="font-size: 18px">The second instinct of the cobra. In this realm, the cobra would respond by defending itself against a predator.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">Dax had stepped into the bathroom to check on Ian when his question concerning his well-being went unanswered. But when Dax saw Ian's blue eyes radiating a fierce gold hue, staring back at him without any recognition of who he was, it sent a wave of alarm to Dax's brain. The cobra within him could no longer resist the supernatural tug of war any longer. Without compromise or negotiation, the moment Ian's powerful arm wrapped around his waist  and slammed him into the bathroom wall, Dax's human form ceased to be. He operated on pure instinct driving his actions. <br/>
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No longer impeded by his human nature, the cobra rose up and took over. Upon impact with the wall, Dax's rib cage spread widely apart to form the regal hood that the King Cobra was known for. Unsheathing itself from its human husk, the coiled muscle rippled under the restraint of Ian's arm, human skin fading away to creamy scales that extended from his chin to his underbelly. Unsheathing itself from his human husk,  the coiled muscle of the snake rippled under Ian's possessive grasp. <br/>
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Creamy scales extended from his lower jaw to the underbelly until it met his pair of dual penises. The scales upon his back contrasted sharply. Instead of human skin, the scales gleamed like the khaki colors of a soldier's uniform--created to allow him to blend into foliage by the gift of camouflage thus avoiding detection by predators.  A serpentine gaze was fixed on Ian, narrowing to greenish slits. A dark, forked tongue flitted into the air every few seconds, tasting Ian's energy, his dominance, and the lust of the beasts his maker possessed.<br/>
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When Ian sank his teeth into his shoulder, Dax released an ear splitting hiss of anger. Hollow pointed fangs designed to inflict a toxic bite, filled with a fatal amount of venom but were unable to lash out because he'd been flipped out of strike range. A stronger surge of  supernatural energy caused his cobra and human forms to wrestle with each other for dominance, with the cobra coming out on top again.  His own supernatural strength slammed both he and Ian against the sink, shattering the mirror. <br/>
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A new instinct began to overlap and conquer his desire to fight or flight. The serpent soon picked up on Ian's  lust and need to procreate. The teeth that had initially locked into his flesh now no longer there, Dax took the opportunity to sink his fangs into Ian's arm before he could re-establish the erotic press of his body against his. Dax's scaled muscles moved rhythmically, as he rotated his ass back against Ian in a hypnotic grind of flesh. Ian's cock sought entry as it wedged itself between his ass cheeks but the finger rudely entering him without an invite, earned Ian a second loud hiss and a nip of his fangs.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">SEX</span>.<span style="font-size: 18px">The third instinct of the cobra. As far as Dax and Ian were concerned, this realm needed no extra explanation at all.<br/>
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