Like being in a warm bath, and just floating, Gerlinde began to appreciate the subtle movements - the kind that didn't move so much as melted.  Strangely, she wasn't very erect.  But she was wet.  Amazon jungle wet.  And it took a deliberate trick of the tongue to keep the throaty purr from her voice.<br/><br/>Petting the quaking smoothly, holding Lisle terrifically firm, Gerlinde spoke to her.<br/><br/>"Those were the most ... extraordinary changes."  She inhaled, loving the girl's smell - feeling its bouquet come apart like dried petals: Blood.  Pussy nectar.  Tears.  Saliva.  Sweat.  And her - Lisle scent.  That aloe and skin and satin scent.  Gerlinde knew that scent was already soaked through her memory - soaked right through.  Now she would smell aloe and feel perfection.  "I had to do them first.<br/><br/>"Ears, too.  A tail."  Gerlinde's hand unconsciously began to stroke Lisle's hair, her side, like she would play with scented oil in bathwater.  "You have to be special.  It will be different.  I know how hard different is.  But you can be safe.  Warm.  Fed.  Even loved."<br/><br/>And at those words, an impulse like sometimes made her want to taste the warm water on her tongue, made her lean in.  Her lips parted.  She set them on Lisle's temple.<br/><br/>She kissed there.