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ooc If you want to fade to black here I am good with that. *snickers* I am squirmy and am no good at these kinds of things past this! wc 445
Her body began to tremble softly in Shawchert's arms as he carried her to the bed and set her down with a gentleness that belied both his bulk and his eagerness. Despite what one might suppose, her quivering was not from nervousness. If it was going to happen then this would be her first time, but there was no man better chosen for this moment than Shawchert. He was a protector, he was her friend and now in her mind he was more. But most of all, he had been her hero. He had saved her life, she was the damsel in distress. Never mind the fact that Shawchert was the one in need in this moment, he was still the hero.
Although she reclined on the bed now she found it impossible to relax. Every muscle was tense with a yearning she had never known before. The feeling in her stomach... it was something she did not know if she could even describe. It was like a tickle that trickled through her whole body, compelling her to move in the smooth, erotic way that she did now, but it was not a disturbing tickle. It was the most thrilling thing she had ever felt, and it grew with each and every touch of Shawchert's careful fingers, with every movement of his body.
Impulsively, she arched her back and moaned gently as his hands caressed her, fingers firmly massaging her breast. For a moment her hands fell away from his body and she ran a hand over her own stomach before reaching out to him again. She kissed her lover with an invigorating passion. Her hands now twined in his fur again as they played over his broad shoulders and down his back. She grasped his body instinctively and pulled him against herself as her hands played over the muscles of his back, down to his waist, and slipped to his stomach. She could not help herself, and the urge to explore further drove her as one hand slipped down even farther. She had already felt him there pressing up against her with his desire, and the sensation was dazzling. Now she slipped her slim fingers around him and discovered that every part of her alpha was truly as colossal as the rest of him.
Her eyelids fluttered wide and she caught his gaze, feeding off of his passion and begging silently for him to sate her new appetite...
“Shawchert,” she whispered softly, her free arm wrapping around his shoulders and pulling herself close to him again. Her words were probably unnecessary, but she could not bite them back. “I need you now.”