The electricity between the two of them was so powerful, Shandom thought he could almost see it. Had it really been there, it would have resembled dancing, delicate golden lines between their two bodies, sparkling with unreleased energies. An intricate web between two wolves, shining golden threads drawing them together into the sweet, sweet oblivion that was a forbidden tryst... Oh, how he lived for moments such as these. As her finger trailed down his scar, the male felt himself leaning in slightly to the touch. His body thrummed a contented response and Shandom knew he was becoming aroused. Saxif took a step few dared take - the scar, and everything it represented, seemed forbidden. And yet she took it, and Shandom looked at he in awe, amazement, and unhidden lust. No, not everyone was particularly fond of me.... One disgruntled female thought it best to take my eye and half my face with her. The entire truth was, of course, very far from what he'd just said. Whatever. It would work for the time being.
Shandom's breathing hitched as she moved around him. He sought to touche her, taste her, bury her nose in his lovely, warm fur and inhale deeply and surround himself with the scent that was just Saxif. There was nothing more erotic than the female who moved around him, touching him, and his head leaned back slightly before bringing it back forward . The female wrapped her arms around his shoulders and sat upon him; Shandom nearly groaned from the pleasure that was now coursing through him. These feelings were entirely different than those he was accustomed to on four paws. Saxif moved over him with ease and dexterity, and the male groaned, his lips pressed together as to not be literally drooling over the female. He supposed that wouldn't be particularly erotic. The muzzle-to-muzzle touch was electric and almost too much; Shandom twisted slightly underneath her as her soft tongue ran around his scar. It was the first time anyone had ever done that, and he writhed with delight. Toasty, the male murred, his low voice huskier and rougher than normal.
As she explored, Shandom ran his hands around her body, familiarizing himself with the new contours of an Optime female. He was shocked to realize he found it just as pleasurable as a wolf in the natural form. She had delightful breasts that he circled with this paws briefly before running his hands down her abdomen, touching her muscular legs, venturing momentarily closer to the cleft that parted them... But he was not going to do that. He could not move too quickly. But when Saxif rolled their hips together, Shandom could not contain himself. It felt so, so inexplicably excellent. A strangled hiss fell from his clenched teeth as he continued to roll his lower body against hers for several moments, before he decided he wanted to try something different. C-can you lie on your back? Shandom asked, slightly embarrassed of the inopportune stutter. I'd like to, ah, try some things with you, if you wouldn't mind. His smile was wide, confident, and most of all hopeful. Everything about him was raging hormones.
The back of his mind was encouraging him to calm down, calm down. Saxif wasn't like this. She wasn't the one - the one was a colorless, silent shadow that now stalked wolven packs in order to destroy their central hierarchies. But this pretty woman was kind and accepting, and Shandom appreciated that. He could see them having a friendship beyond whatever was about to transpire between the two of them. Shandom liked that - he almost felt compelled to tell her about his scar. The truth, that is.
Really, the truth about everything.
