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[Shoka's hand is soft, and the new scales on her fingers and palm offer a unique texture that—she imagines, based on the way Nanami thrusts so eagerly into it—must feel especially good as she continues to stroke along their shaft.]

Heh—you're pretty sensitive...

[It isn't long at all before she feels it stiffening, then twitching in her hand, fully unsheathed, so she must be doing something right. Her motions slowly gain more confidence then, pumping him a little faster when he pulls her in close and starts toying with her tail. Nuzzling into his shoulder, she lets out an approving purr, rumbling and dragon-like.

Though she remarked on Nanami's sensitivity, he's right: she's the one who couldn't even wait for her transformation to finish before jumping into this. Squirming a little in place as heat prickles at her seaweed-tail, she pouts.]

So? Like that's my fault.

[In her defense, Nanami must have known what they were doing to her with all that licking.

Now, Shoka decides to tease a little in return. Her hand starts to slow, until it seems she's already considering stopping.]

You better not tell me to drop this and wait...

Sho-kaaaaaa... [ Nanami flat-out whines when Shoka starts to slow. Something between a pout and a blush on their canine face. Their long tongue hangs out of their mouth as they pant - Shoka's already got them worked up.

His cock aches. Is this what it's supposed to feel like? It's so good but it feels like it hurts. A hunger for Shoka, to claim her, licks at his core; a heat building within him. ]

You-- okay-- we don't have to wait... [ The tables really have turned; with Nanami's cock in Shoka's cool, soft, scaly hand, suddenly Nanami doesn't feel like the one in charge anymore. He grins just a little. ] We can-- do this first...

[Oh—she could get used to hearing her name said like that. With a giggle, she returns gradually to her previous pace, sounding a little breathless when she replies:]

Good boy.

[While she's distracted, the transformation continues along her tail, growing hotter and hotter under Nanami's hand. The seaweed sizzles, then blazes like her tendrils had, for a moment a long tongue of fire that lashes harmlessly behind her—until it shapes itself, emerging as a striped, whip-like tail with a row of spines along its length. Only her horns left, now (unless there are other things still left to go that she just hasn't noticed yet, hidden under her clothes). She hardly seems to notice, all her attention on Nanami.

Another purr, as she watches her thumb find the tip of Nanami's cock and circle it once more. Gently, she starts to pull away then, her touch light as she shuffles backward just a little—but this time she doesn't mean to tease (as much, at least).]

H-hang on... and stay still for sec. I wanna try thomething.

[ Nanami is far too distracted to notice, right away, that Shoka has changed again. Good boy makes his tails wag hard, and then all he feels is sensation and heat, rippling thru him as Shoka pumps his cock. He tries to be quiet, but the low whine he makes sounds almost like a quiet howl.

Only when Shoka pulls back does he open his eyes again, fully taking in that Shoka's tail has changed to a cute whip-like lizard one - taking in again how pretty she is - how much he wants to claim her-- ]

Y-yeah-- yeah. [ They try to swallow their impulses, but can't help looking down at Shoka almost hungrily. Their needy cock still twitches a little, throbbing, dribbling just a little bit of liquid from how much Shoka's been pleasuring them. ]

[Shoka meets Nanami's eyes as she grins her approval, basking in that desperate, starving way she's being watched (she could get used to that, too). Then her gaze drifts downward, and she's bowing her head between Nanami's legs, until Nanami can feel her breath hot on their cock.

Her hand keeps a light hold on its base as she gives Nanami a moment to imagine what she's planning (and herself a moment to work past a quick flash of returning nerves)—and then her soft lips are on it, trailing a slow line of kisses along its underside, from base to tip. Once she reaches her destination, she flicks out her tongue to taste Nanami, wrapping both of its twin ends around the dripping head of his cock.

It doesn't taste quite like she expects it to, and yet at the same time it seems perfect for Nanami, warm and vaguely sweet. In any case, her nerves are long gone by the time she gets that taste; Gargoyle greed, settling easily in with her arousal, demands that she have more.]

[ Nanami's claws grip the bed underneath him, unsure at first what Shoka's doing - and then Shoka starts kissing up his cock, and Nanami hisses with pleasure. His cock swells and hardens more as Shoka plays with him.

Then Shoka puts it inside her mouth, and Nanami whimpers again, and their hips roll - up into Shoka's mouth, pushing it further. That tongue is doing things to them. Nanami's immediately worried they pushed in too far, and opens their eyes again to check on Shoka. ]

Sh-Shoka-chan... [ Where did Shoka learn to do that? Nanami's almost lost for words. Instead, they just stroke Shoka's hair, doing her best to hold Shoka and give affection back, even as Shoka's tongue is working her magic. ]

[She's learning as she goes, so it's a good thing that Nanami's feedback is so unsubtle. She isn't quite expecting that gentle thrust (and she almost pulls away to scold him for not staying still), but the sensation of it—the shape of it filling her mouth, the delicate pulse of it on her tongue, the reminder that Nanami's moving and whining like that for her—has her relishing every little movement. As Nanami's cock pushes past her lips, she moans around it without thinking, a wordless request for Nanami to keep doing that.

As Nanami starts to stroke her hair, Shoka starts to slowly bob her head, taking as much of Nanami as she can into her mouth before drawing away, leaving only the tip inside for her tongue to focus on. Then, inch by dizzying inch, her mouth envelops his full length again, and again. Her tongue never stops moving, its forked end savoring every inch of Nanami that it can reach. It's like having two tongues exploring him at once, both equally warm and wet and insatiable.

She's flushed and whimpering, but shows no sign of letting up; if Nanami wants to really claim her, he'll apparently have to make it to round two.]

[ Nanami is, for lack of a better term, kind of an easy mark. It takes almost no time at all for Nanami's swollen cock to be dripping and slick with lubrication, both his own and the saliva from Shoka's warm mouth. He's gasping and moaning, and it's taking all his self-control to only make small rolls of his hips as Shoka works him over with those incredible tongues.

But Shoka's ministrations are effective, and it's not long before Nanami's self-restraint is gone - without warning Nanami shouts, gripping Shoka's hair hard, as he comes to climax inside Shoka's mouth, spurting warm cum again and again.

Whatever it is that happens, eventually Nanami's looking down at Shoka again, panting, sweaty, glowing. ] S-sorry-- oh-- oh my gosh, Shoka... you're amazing.

[That grip to her hair and a sudden twitch against her tongue are the only warnings she gets, but they're enough; she keeps her lips wrapped greedily around the tip of his cock as he rolls his hips once more, coming hard into the warmth of her mouth.

When she thinks he's finished, she takes a moment to let his cum roll over her tongue, savoring its flavor. Then, she opens her mouth to show him just how much he filled her up... and he promptly lets out another pump she wasn't expecting onto her face.

It's so hot that she can't even pretend to be mad about it. Instead, she fixes Nanami with a self-satisfied smile as she swallows.]

Mm... Not so bad yourself... [At some point when Nanami was stroking her hair, it seems that Shoka's horns finished growing in; they stand proudly even as she watches Nanami in the afterglow, tail swaying behind her.] You... were really pent-up for me, huh?

[She teases, but now she feels like the needy one. She's so wet that she's trembling, just a little, and subconsciously pressing her thighs tight together, desperate for a bit of friction.]

[ Oh goodness. Nanami leans down to the fully-changed gargoyle's face, and starts licking her off - to clean up the mess he made. Which means that he gets to taste himself in the process - something that's really hot, almost as hot as the fact that - they really did it, just now?? Nanami's having a hard time believing it was real.

Their tails are wagging again, hard, and Shoka's question gets them a little flustered. ] I-- I guess! I didn't realize-- honest...

[ He can smell Shoka's arousal. He hasn't done anything to take care of her yet. Nanami spots Shoka squirming, and grins and wiggles closer on the bed. ]

Show me how I can help you. [ Their eyes drop to between Shoka's thighs, where that smell is the strongest, and they touch it with a claw, curiously. ]

[Shoka shivers and giggles as Nanami licks her clean. She's not sure why Nanami would have realized; it's their first time having this kind of equipment, isn't it?]

Well, it was—really hot... You going all wild for me...

[Then Nanami's wiggling up closer, moving to touch the spot where she's most sensitive, and her breath hitches. Finally. Her thighs automatically part, and she tries—immediately fails—to stifle a moan as that claw traces her through the thin material of her pajama bottoms.

She can't help herself after that. Her hand moves over Nanami's paw, holding it there between her legs as she starts to roll her hips, grinding against his palm. Even as whimpers spill past her lips, she tries to take it slow, to hold herself back and keep her breathing even. She could probably lose it just like this, but...]

I wanna—feel you in me. [Her free hand clutches at Nanami's fur.] If you've... still got it in you...

[But she isn't exactly picky right now; as long as it's something of Nanami's, it'll do.]

[ There's a hint of something feral to the wolfish grin Nanami gives Shoka next, something bestial they're allowing themself to feel. Nanami tips Shoka backwards onto the bed and looms over her, tails wagging slowly, watching Shoka's face come undone as their pawpad slowly strokes Shoka's slit through her pajamas.

No wonder Shoka likes doing this to her, too. It's incredibly hot to see Shoka quickly coming undone at Nanami's touch. ]

I want-- I want you-- to feel that too. I want to be in you. [ It feels unhinged to say, but so soon after Shoka sucked him off, Nanami's already standing erect again. He carefully draws Shoka's pajamas down her legs, to see her draconic slit. The sight takes her breath away - and Nanami needs a moment to recover before he's lining up his canine dick with Shoka, and slowly sliding it in. ]

[Shoka's wings splay out beneath her as Nanami tips her onto her back, as desperate and vulnerable as a caught bird under their touch. She gasps and bites her lip, eyes shut tight, but the reins are already slipping away even at this slow pace, and her hips jerk. She feels small then, completely at Nanami's mercy, but in a way that makes the heat of her want crest into a full-blown fever. She's never had any trouble handing control over to them for temporary safe-keeping, after all.

I want to be in you, Nanami says in that same husky, uncaged animal voice that makes her burn. Shoka would counter that with a, So why aren't you? but the words tumble out of her head the second she feels Nanami's claws close at her hips, tugging at her waistband. She can't squirm out of her pants fast enough (all the impatient lashing her new tail is doing definitely doesn't help, either).

Once she has, a split second of self-consciousness makes her pause. Glancing down, she sees scales creeping up along the flat of her belly, and past them the juncture of her thighs, where that tough armor gives way to soft turquoise folds. Her body—just a little different. Then she sees Nanami, already hard again, looking at her like she's the best, most beautiful thing in any world, and the swell of pride and need makes her forget how to be nervous.

Nanami lines them up, the tip of his cock right there, and she moans low and primal in her throat. Her legs wrap themselves around his waist, and a rolling motion of her hips brings him against her, dragging over her slickness. The brush of direct contact makes her voice a whine.]

Come on—please, please, Chiaki...

[They slide into her easily, like they belong there—but slow, savoring and careful, filling her inch by inch. With a shudder and a choked whimper, she tilts her head back and grips at the bedsheets, writhing under Nanami as she savors, too, adjusting to the feeling of every bit of their length opening her up that much more.]

[ Nanami whimpers and moans - he's never done this before, he hardly knows what he's doing - he didn't expect it to feel so good. Shoka is warm and tight around them, yielding and soft but only just. Nanami has to hold back a little howl of pleasure as his length slides in - can't be too loud, in case the others are home...

He keeps expecting to find resistance, but before he knows it, their hips are touching, and Nanami has to adjust too - the sensation is intense, almost too much and definitely too good. She holds Shoka close, huge floofy tails wagging slowly. ]

G-gosh... I... [ Nuzzles at Shoka's neck, fondly. ] ... N-now what?

[ Hey, wanna know how much porn Nanami's seen? Not a lot! ]

[Nanami is inside her—all the way in, to the point that their hips touch, fur on scales. Shoka needs a moment to come to terms with that, too. Nanami's possessed her before, and there was one time that they literally melted together, but the connection has never been quite as carnal as this. It's raw and dizzying, pure heat; she feels hypersensitive, almost too full, and...

... Wait. Did Nanami just say something?]

U—um... [Her eyes flutter open as she tries to kick her brain back into gear. Now what? indeed. She didn't think she'd get this far, honestly.] Mm-maybe... try moving a little? Like—pull out a bit, and then... b-back in?

[ This is, Nanami thinks, probably as close as they can be without literally fusing in some weird monstrous way. They cuddle all the time, but now Nanami's panting, hot with arousal and with the warmth of Shoka's internal furnace beside her. He feels like he could burst, with how much he's feeling. ]

Out-- th-then in. Got it. [ Dutifully, Nanami starts to slide out - hissing between their teeth at how good the friction feels - before sliding back into Shoka, back home and coupled where Nanami feels like he belongs. ]

Mm-- y-yeah, that's-- wow. [ If Nanami's honest, they love being here, as close to Shoka as possible - but the movement is really good too. Imitating what Shoka did to him just a week ago, Nanami starts to slowly slide out, and then in - again, and again - pushing all the way in every time; softly thrusting inside Shoka with a steady slow rhythm. ]

[Shoka can only manage a stiff little nod of encouragement before the anticipation makes her suck in a breath. Then Nanami moves, following her instructions so perfectly, and her mouth falls open. She's waited so long that that first thrust is impossibly good. Judging by his stammering, Nanami finds the little experiment every bit as satisfying as she does.

Shoka replies breathlessly, on a single, shaky exhale:]

I know, right?

[But that's just the start. Taking her cue, Nanami repeats those same steps, filling her again and again, as slow and gentle and sweet as the first try. Gasping, then mewling in pleasure, Shoka flings out her hands, grasping onto the fur on Nanami's back for dear life. As her legs tighten their hold on Nanami's waist, she tries to move her hips in time, rolling them to meet each thrust.

As if worried that won't be enough of a signal for Nanami to please god keep going, words of encouragement start to rush out of her in a desperate whisper.]

Fu—uck, yeah... Yeah, just—keep—keep doing that. J-just like that, nngh...!

[A sharp whine escapes her as one reentry has Nanami's cock brushing right against that spot inside her, so slow. A part of her wants Nanami to speed up then, to take her faster, harder. Ruin her a little, maybe. Still, another part wants this to last forever.]

G—good boy... [Her fingers curl in Nanami's fur, giving it a light tug.] Feels—so good...

[ When Shoka makes that noise, Nanami picks up the pace. Some deep primal instinct takes hold of him. Oh, that's what Shoka likes, huh... so he should keep doing more of that...

It feels like claiming Shoka - because Shoka's theirs, isn't she? Part of her pack, her mate... feverish heat takes over, and Nanami holds Shoka tight as he thrusts - more roughly now, as the wolf's influence grows.

On one such thrust, he nips at Shoka's neck, at the light scales covering it. Mine, she thinks, and then suddenly worries - has something gotten into him, that's wrong? But with those noises Shoka's making - no, this is right...

A small little growl, and their tails wag hard at good boy. Into Shoka's ear he whispers low: ]

You're good... you're perfect... you're amazing.

[ The pace keeps building, and he's feeling a pressure growing. ]

[Just when she thinks it—that she wouldn't mind it if Nanami wrecked her a little—Nanami lets her indulge, thrusting quicker, rougher, all heat and desperate animal movement. She writhes and arches her back, pressing her body flush against Nanami's chest and gritting her teeth as she bites back noises that would definitely be loud enough for the rest of the house to hear.

Moans still escape under her breath when their hips connect just right—and when Nanami bites her, deadly fangs at her throat like he means to replace the scars there with new ones... She can't hope to stifle the high-pitched, yearning cry that forces out of her. Her fingers twist in Nanami's fur, giving it a quick, rough yank in answer.

As if she'd heard that brief, concerned thought that passed through Nanami's head just then, she's quick to repeat herself, breathless and mindless, like a mantra:]

Good boy, good boy, s-so good...

[She's all theirs, after all; they're free to mark her up as much as they want.

Her pleasure mounts as their pace builds, almost cresting.]

Mmf—m-more of that... More and don't you dare stop...!

[ Every motion, every cry, marks Shoka as even more his, makes Nanami practically drool with the heat inside him, makes Nanami's tails wag hard. Oh, and so does good boy-- he's doing good, he is, he's taking care of her just like she asked--

She growls, holds Shoka close, stroking her back between her scaly wings - and ruts her deep, barely even moving out each time he thrusts. Which is a good thing too - because something swells at the base of his shaft - locking him in place, keeping him from moving out of Shoka at all.

Before Nanami can comment on it or examine it, he hits his crest - and a little howllll escapes him. His hips jerk, short and intense, as he comes deep inside of Shoka's draconic pussy. ]

[Nanami obeys so perfectly, giving her more and more, every wild, hungry thrust pushing her closer to the edge. As if he isn't already taking her deeply enough, her entire body moves to pull him in even closer, her wings and tail folding over his back as the talons on both her hands and feet both grasp at his fur. As she begins to unravel, the start of overwhelmed tears stinging at her eyes, her approval is voiced in moan after moan, each a little more urgent than the last.

She's losing it, all sweat and want, so close—and then, through the haze, she feels something swell inside her, right at the point where they meet. She tries to find the words to ask, What the hell is that? but, honestly, her body could not care any less right now. It feels thick and hot and good, and that's all that matters. All that comes out is a plea of Nanami's name.]

Chiaki—!

[The last syllable is a keen as Nanami comes, filling her with pump after pump. Her pussy clenches hard around the tie between them as she follows him off the edge, milking him for all he has (not that the knot would let it go anywhere else).]

O-oh—my god, oh my god...

[Absolute bliss, then. She has to babble because every thought has flown from her head. She can only bask, giving occasional jerks of her hips to grind indulgently against Nanami's knot as she holds them almost too tight.

It takes her a little while to come back down off that peak (and even then her body continues to shake with spasms), but eventually she lets her claws go slack, and she lies back, breathing heavily, her legs and wings splayed.

Nanami's still poised over her, still buried inside her. She laughs a little, dizzily.]

Hey... My big, bad wolf...

[ Nanami's almost lost in the heat and the instinct of it all, the claiming of Shoka that is pumping deep inside her. But when all's said and done, she blinks, and there she is underneath her, still beautiful, full of her semen now. ]

H-hey... gorgeous...

[ Nanami holds Shoka in her arms, not letting go. Her beautiful wings are wrapped around the werewolf, and Nanami's tails are wagging gently. This is only maybe the second time they've done something like this, but... this was possibly even more amazing than the first time.

Shoka flops back minutely, and Nanami goes with her. ] Umm--

[ They're a little... stuck together, aren't they? Nanami tugs gently at the join, but it refuses to budge. His cock is still plunged deep inside Shoka, the base swollen to keep them connected. ]

Oh--! It's just... like that, huh? [ Nanami cranes her neck, trying to see what's keeping them together - but of course she can't see it cause it's all inside, and Nanami can feel it just fine anyway.

... It's kind of hot, to still be together like this. Which is a feeling that's definitely keeping the erection from going back down. ]

That was...

[She's still searching for the right words when Nanami moves a little, and the unexpected tugging sensation, though gentle, earns a quiet hiss from Shoka. Apparently she's still hypersensitive. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment—then open again so she can actually get a look down between them.]

Oh... Wow. What.

[She can't quite see it, but she can definitely feel it (and the sight of the white fur between Nanami's legs pressed flush between her legs confirms it). They're literally stuck.

Well... that explains the swelling she'd felt before, and how full she feels now.]

Just... can't get enough of me, huh? [She... probably shouldn't be getting turned on again by this. Nanami's already knot-deep in her! Still, she can't help the little twitch she gives.] H... how long d'you think it'll be like that...?

[ Do all penises do this? It's Nanami's first time having one. That can't be, right? They should have heard of it by now. So why?...

Shoka distracts Nanami from those thoughts, and then that wolfish grin is back. He nuzzles insistently at Shoka's scaly neck, rumbling a little in their throat - a little protective growl. Mine. ]

I really, really can't. [ A little lick to Shoka's neck, with his long canine tongue. ] You're-- so incredible...

[ They hesitate, and wiggle a bit. Nope, it's still really stuck. ] Ahh... I really don't know. It'll... probably go down... when we're... um, done?

[ And they're both still a little riled up - Nanami can see it in how Shoka's squirming, can practically smell it on her. So they're stuck. ]

Should we... do something while we wait? [ They could go get their game consoles - carefully - if Nanami can focus when he's still feeling like this. ]

[Shoka tilts her head back, answering Nanami's growl with a purr. Yours.

When they're done, he says. Shoka snorts.]

What... you got even more for me?

[She lifts her hips a little, pushing them up even closer against Nanami's. Yeah—they're both definitely still a little riled up. The question makes her pause, though, and try to slow her breathing again so she can take a glance to the side. Do something, huh? She can already guess what the first option to pop into Nanami's head would be.]

Pfft... Thinking you can best me at Mario Kart just 'cause you're literally in me? You sly dog... [Her phone's right on the nightstand within easy reach, but her Game Boy and Game Girl Advance... are juuust a little further away, stowed away in one of the drawers. She squirms a bit, exhales, then makes a lazy, vague motion with one of her hands.] Think you can reach that drawer? Your arms are... pretty long now...

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