[Another moan escapes her as she starts to squirm—tellingly, not away from Nanami's muzzle. Then she's on her back, Nanami poised hunter-like over her, and her breath catches in her throat. A sweet, dizzying burn follows where those claws scrape and that tongue laves over her skin, leaving swathes of fresh scales creeping in its wake, over her arms and under the loose collar of her blouse—and it feels less like the Fog is changing her, and more like Nanami is, taking and reshaping her into something new.
The heat coils low in her belly. She arches her back before she can think to rein herself in, pressing her body up closer to Nanami's in wordless assent. More, please, anything you want. All yours.
Her voice, when she finds it, emerges as a pleading whine.]
Chiaki...
[When Nanami's snout nears her lips, she captures her in a clumsy but fierce kiss, her own claws lifting to comb through Nanami's hair. Right after her tongue changed, Shoka had discovered (to her disgust at first, then to her amusement) that she could manipulate both sides of its forked end independently—and now, those two ends slide hungrily over and around Nanami's full tongue. It's sloppy, almost all tongue, but in her defense, the canine muzzle is new, and she isn't thinking much.]
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The heat coils low in her belly. She arches her back before she can think to rein herself in, pressing her body up closer to Nanami's in wordless assent. More, please, anything you want. All yours.
Her voice, when she finds it, emerges as a pleading whine.]
Chiaki...
[When Nanami's snout nears her lips, she captures her in a clumsy but fierce kiss, her own claws lifting to comb through Nanami's hair. Right after her tongue changed, Shoka had discovered (to her disgust at first, then to her amusement) that she could manipulate both sides of its forked end independently—and now, those two ends slide hungrily over and around Nanami's full tongue. It's sloppy, almost all tongue, but in her defense, the canine muzzle is new, and she isn't thinking much.]