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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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Blues closed as his maw opened and released a lightly audible moan as flesh surrounded flesh, with knot in tow. Her scent clung so heavily to him, and the scent of their passion wafted into the air. Two bodies with mingling scents, and the pleasant soft delicate sounds of their passion below, his groin covered in her exuberant flow that leaked outward from her soft welcoming feminine lips. Deep intakes through his flaring nostrils seemed to continue to add more fuel to a slowly developing crescendo of passion. His right arm grabbed ahold of her left thigh pulling it up along his waist letting him gain a better position to climb the ladder of passion.
His thrusts and grunts became more feverish, licks upon her maw becoming more savage, as the buildup had reached such an agonizing level. The friction, and her muscles milking his organ each and every time it gained it’s full length delving into her depths. It wasn’t long before he could feel the swelling at the base begin to reach its peak, and each thrust becoming increasingly more difficult to pull off before her lips swallowed him whole. The sensation was more than he could bare, his whole form lifted upwards, pushing her body inch by inch higher as the inevitable came, hot jets of pent of jealously, pent up lust, and an unlimited amount of love drenched her insides.
His howl rang out singing her name in howling song, the notes echoing off the walls of their den and outward into the Ichikan landscape. Surely it wasn’t the greatest choice living next to the couple, they weren’t exactly the quietest when the moment struck, more so they were quite loud. His hands grasped her in this moment with such a shattering force, the full extent of his muscular power coming to bare as their breath taking journey peaked a top the mountains they chose to live on.
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The escalation was nearly unbearable. After countless times of running this stretch of their proclivities, one would have assumed a strengthening endurance to make the moment last beyond its comprehendible limits. But to carry on like this was a feat only the gods to accomplish and the pair were but mortal beings interlocked by the heavy chains of passion.
Resisting any longer would have been torture to the both of them, but still she tried to prolong her own release despite how she begged for it in both body and song. In every instance their bodies were intertwined, a little more was all she asked for. A single forward thrust well aimed, well placed to push her beyond this physical plane to one comprised of sensation and weightlessness. Her arms wound around his shoulders tightened their hold as she felt herself ascending to their plane and urged her mate to come with her, to bask in that euphoric glow and lay with her in ecstasy.
The pressure was released in a sound announcement of her peak. The taut muscles of her core unwound all at once rendering her utterly spent and weak with all the energy she had used to withhold her end effectively drained to its last drop. Her ears were near deafened by the call of her mate, making the relieved howl from her maw muted to her still ringing ears. Braced against the wall the felt the pull of her mane captured behind her back as her strength continued to deplete and she slipped along its surface. Stubbornly she unwound her arms from her mate’s stability and bore her claws into the earthen wall attempting to resist against the pull of gravity before she brought them both down in a tangle of limbs. But it was a losing battle and in her weakening state she lifted her gaze to the glacier hues of her mate, whining softly for his assistance whilst she attempting to catch her breath with every intake of air.
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Their forms where tied as the both found themselves weakening as muscles received a rush of hormones that relaxed and caused their tense forms to slowly crumple in the afterglow of such a wondrous occasion. Eyes closed the male found his mate sliding down along the wall even though his arms still held her in places. The tug on his groin slowly became uncomfortable as that wondrous gift inherited from his ancestors kept him firmly set within her walls until the gods felt enough time had passed for them to be released. But for now their two separate bodies where one glorious, where together they made a formidable juggernaut of dominance, primal will and love. So with her form moving on its own accord his did as well, mirroring each other’s movements until her soft pleading whine reached his ears.
Arms once again tensed as her weight was taken and his muscles ached with his recent strain. But her weight was held and for now their sealed bodies where saved from any sort of traumatic separation. Saluce opened his eyes to see her wilted form before him, his legs shaking as he slid down still supporting her and then finally knees contacted with the ground before them.
He leaned back letting her slowly come to rest against him, his back settling along the furs. Saluce marveled at the vixen laying a top him, her inner recesses still pleasantly clamped around his male appendage, providing a connection much deeper than any previous sort of hug or cuddle. Idly with her laying against him now, his paw raised up to run his claws through her wild mane, rejoicing in the afterglow and still feeling the need to worship the goddess that allowed him to grace her life. If only there was some way he could have contacted the great renaissance artists of human lore, to contract a monument to her form. But such a thing would only fail to capture everything he loved about her, because how could stone interpret the great strength but also her deep gentle nature. Surely such a thing was impossible to capture.
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