WC: 310
Desi was every bit as instinctively familiar with this song and dance as a wolfess far more experienced than she was. But she began to wonder, as the man pulled himself to his full height, if she would not have been better off to have remained shifted, and let what was to happen, happen in that form. The man was as beautiful in his Lupus form as in his Optime, and perhaps more so without the armour in the way of her view of him but he was so large that she wondered if her legs would be strong enough to hold the pair of them up.
The young lady froze as he drew up behind her, her legs nearly shaking from the anticipation of what was to come, and she jumped slightly as his snout and then his tongue made contact in her most private area. At the same time, it felt delicious, and she raised her tail higher out of the way to facilitate his playing, leaning back toward the licking, lapping tongue, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
When he withdrew with a nip to the base of her tail, Desi nearly raised a fuss. She was enjoying that, and he had moved! She was swiftly corrected though as Saluce raised onto his hind legs; she was forced to brace herself quickly as he settled his weight atop her, took hold of the loose skin of her scruff, and began thrusting his hips against hers in an effort to enter her.
When finally he did, it was with a primal growl, and his elicited the same from her. With every thrust she did her level best to meet him halfway, rocking back against his probing member. Soft moans escaped her slightly opened maw every time he penetrated her, and her claws dug into the soft earth beneath them.