Gamora's mind filled with dreams. Sexy, sensual dreams.
She swam through a dark, warm ocean without fear, her sinuous body undulating, her tail (tail?) weaving behind her. Some part of her wondered why she didn't drown, but the thought dissipated like fog in the sun. A cold glow seemed to rise in spots on her body, allowing her to see in the murk and drawing prey to her. Yes... she was a predator.
Her jaws snapped out, catching a meaty morsel, serrated teeth tearing the meat, spreading blood and ichor in a dark cloud around her. She could sense something else approaching. It was a male... A mate. Subtly, her body's bioluminescene changed colour from cold greenish white to a lurid reddish glow. Juices flowed from her pussy. She rolled her hips, letting him taste her readiness as it trailed behind her.
His cock entered her from below, and she let out a silent scream, her tongue writhing as they copulated. An orgasm struck like lightning, setting supernovas bursting in her mind. She could feel a torrent of his seed swirling inside her, meeting her womb to quicken the ova she carried...
Gamora felt another presence. A great shadow, filling the depths of the dark water, which neither noticed her and her lover, nor cared. It was a great looming leviathan, and Gamora felt a strange pang of kinship with it. She caught an impression of a broad skull with six glowing eyes above a pair of sensuous lips... which parted, drawing her and her panicking mate inwards. Serenely, she fell past sharklike teeth into the swirling gullet...
...and awoke with a start.
She was on Knowhere. She looked around and saw the ruined couch, crusted over with the remains of some shell, its outer skin turned leathery and its inner fluids turned sticky and congealed.
Gamora stood, feeling an ache inside her lower belly. She ran her hands down her naked torso, feeling the smooth carapace, pert breasts and down to the soft, moist flesh in the crease between her legs. Her pussy was flooding with juices, hungry for cock. For a mate. She glimpsed herself in the reflective bulkhead.
She felt like she should be shocked at the sight. Her hair had become dark, waving tendrils, segmented like worms and seemingly moving as if in the wind. Her eyes held a cold, reptilian intelligence matched only by the fiery mammalian lust. Golden Zen-Whoberi markings only seemed to enhance her new, beautiful features. A pair of horns curled from behind her ears, jutting forward like tusks. Translucent armoured plates seemed to have replaced her frail, easily-pierced skin, all the way down to the thorny spikes growing from her heels. She grinned and flexed, watching in delight as powerful muscles shifted beneath her carapace. Spines jutted from her joints, giving an edge to her sensual appearance.
"Mmmmm, yes," she purred, her talons dipping between the folds of her womanhood. "I've neglected myself for so long..." When was the last time she'd shared a bed with a lover? It had to be months, if not years...
Without considering the consequences, she pulled on a long cloak and slinked from the Guardian's quarters, pulling the hood up as she slipped into the shadows of Knowhere...