Pale skin on blue. Tousled crimson hair moved through by clenching, caressing hands.
Things in the room moved of their own accord. Brass drawer handles clicked like miniature doorknockers on their strikeplates and coins in a shallow dish slid over and under one another as if in an ecstasy of their own.
Ten scaly toes curled with pleasure as they flickered from blue through every conceivable shade of human flesh, and several more exotic.
Fingernails raking down a back damp with sweat grow pointed, talons made to leave marks.
Bare skin sliding on bare skin - faster and harder until, as a voicebox changed to a quite inhuman shape let out an unearthly cry, every filament in every lightbulb in the building glowed white-hot and abruptly melted into a sudden pitch-darkness.
Not every time was like their first time. On that occasion they had awoken to find themselves confined behind a door whose handle, keyhole and hinges had flexed and expanded and splintered the door frame. Sometimes though, sometimes, they could could find the time to lose control.