[M]Weight in Gold
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The passage of time crept on for the pair of them, each second devolving slower til the intended fleeting moments of time were made to creep along. And in those minutes, she felt the growth of muscle beneath her pelt. The savage pull and stretch of the finely strung tendons creaking along this linear pain leaving no sensation unfelt nor thrust missed by the persistent hips working behind her.

And it was painful. Slow and uncertain, but a necessary urge just the same. Mentally she was endowed with a young body, forcing itself to gain control against the inevitable urge of her body. The first shift all over again. Excruciating yet at the same time a divine pleasure so profound that her voice could not attempt to mirror such a height and fell short into a soundless exclamation with only the expression on her face to attest to the sensations existence. Her first change had been soundless save for the audible snap and realign of the virgin muscle and bone, and this one too reflected naught but the stretch and snap of her form. And it was prolonged by their joining; his reluctance to release her even as their frames underwent transformation made it difficult to give her growing form its ease in changing. And when the pain subsided with only the throb of muscle as its remnant, she reclaimed her voice with ample satisfaction now able to goad her mate into releasing her.

Swiftly she was swept from the comfort of their bed to rest by his direction against the warm wall of their room. As she was turned to face him her taxed arms wove around his shoulders and back, drawing him closer into her, missing their intimate connection prematurely sever before either of them reached their end. Her eyes were blinded by the red of her bangs, unruly and commanding the whole of her face, but she did not need her eyes to feel. The gentle touch of his muzzle before her lips were adorned with kissed invoked a sweet, loving sigh from her delicately parts lips as they were pulled by a gentle smile. And it lingered as her maw fell closed and soft sigh was overtaken by a needful moan when his once absent flesh returned where it was welcomed and so desperately wanted.


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