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[ 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. ]

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[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...

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[ 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. ]

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[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...!

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[ 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. ]

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[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...

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[ 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. ]

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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...?

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[ 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. ]

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[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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I got it.

[ Even if Nanami's arms hadn't grown with the werewolf transformation, he's still got the abilities from the fog that could fix that - but Nanami reaches over easily, opens the drawer up, and picks out the two little handheld consoles.

Then Nanami feels around for the games. She starts pulling out little handfuls and placing them onto the bed, then going back for more. ] See if you-- see it?

[ All this time, he's still inside Shoka. It's honestly pretty hot - and he can't help but to squirm a little, grind just a little against her. They are done, right? ]

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Thanks... [As Nanami deposits game cartridges onto the bed, Shoka starts to sift through them. Her hands are a little clumsy and concentrating takes effort, but soon she finds one copy of the game she's looking for.] Yeah. Yeah, I gh—got it...

[Nanami's grinding against her makes her shudder and lean her head back, eyes sliding closed again—but she still just barely manages to hold the cartridge up and brandish it in victory. After a moment to regather her thoughts, she lifts her head just enough to get another look at the tie between them.]

... Geez... It's... still really stuck, huh...? Think that's just—a Werewolf thing, or...? A you thing?

[She's certainly no expert, but she has stumbled upon some things during her post-death browsing on the internet... and this is new.]

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I really don't know...

[ They pause in their searching, and close their eyes for a few seconds. The bulge inside of Shoka shifts a bit - but mostly stays still. Nanami opens his eyes and shakes his head. ]

I can't shift it away. It's just like that right now.

[ It feels weird that they haven't been able to uncouple - but not bad weird. Nanami still feels Shoka hot and tight around him, and every movement feels stimulating. His breath hitches as he reaches for his Game Girl, causing him to press into Shoka again - but then out again when they've got the console.

Nanami grins, a little embarrassed. ] It's, mm... not so bad, though. Being stuck with you is really nice.

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[Shoka exhales slowly, still trying (and still failing) to focus. Every little movement is just as stimulating for her, if not more so. The game cartridge goes into the slot in her console, Nanami leans forward a little to reach for his own—and she actually squeaks when she feels him move in her again.]

N-nice enough that you'd let us be stuck like this forever?

[She's joking—and maybe it's that heat returning—but it really doesn't sound so bad. Her tail starts to coil around Nanami's thigh, and she can't stop herself from giving a little whimper. She looks away then, face flushing.

They're supposed to be winding down! Is she seriously...?]

I might... [She can't say it. She lifts the console to cover her face.] Again...

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Mmm... well, I do want to be with you forever...

[ It's something Nanami's more sure of, the longer they spend together. So it's easily said now - but it still trips the wolf brain, and Nanami squeezes Shoka's arm possessively. Mine.

And Nanami can't deny the heat rising in his chest. Shoka just feels so good. He leans forward to nuzzle at Shoka's neck, tails wagging, an embarrassed giggle escaping their snout. ]

S-s'not just me, huh?... [ They squirm a little, grinding that knot inside Shoka. They just feel so sensitive... ]

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[It's cheesy, but hearing Nanami say that makes her heart flutter and her throat feel suddenly tight—at the same time that it sends another rush of molten pleasure straight to her core. Hers, forever. Nanami grips her arm, and her tail wraps tighter around his thigh in kind.]

Me... Me too...

[She sounds a little breathless. Slowly, she lowers the console away from her face, giving Nanami the space to nuzzle at her neck. She giggles, then groans when Nanami starts grinding against her again, more eagerly this time. It takes all her focus not to lose her grip on the console at that point—so she's just going to... carefully set that aside now, and grip at Nanami's hair instead.]

Nngh, keep... Keep doing that... [A quick pause to catch her breath and try to put her want into coherent words.] And—l-lick me a little more...?

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[ Pretense is gone, and Nanami puts down their console too. Sensation and heat and Shoka's warmth are too much for him to focus anyway.

With his snout he nuzzles her neck; with his long tongue he licks at her, tongue darting over the little scars on her neck - the reminder of when Nanami failed her, that makes them want to protect Shoka even more.

They wrap their arms around Shoka, possessively protecting, and grind deep. Little happy growls and their tails wag-wag-wagging accompany this; Nanami gasping with heat and emotion. ]

I love you so much... I'll take care of you.

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[Nanami's tongue drags fire across her throat, possessive and perfect. Tipping her head back with a strangled sound, Shoka answers by winding her fingers tighter in his hair and rutting against him—as well as she can when they're already tied.]

Love you, too... Ss-so much, Chiaki...

[They're already so close together, and the knot means she's not going anywhere, but Nanami still seems determined to go deeper. He's growling in her ear now, all his cute tails wagging a mile a minute. The tension builds in her exhilaratingly quick; it isn't long before her thighs and cunt are clenching around him again, reaffirming the tie.

She growls in his ear then, too, guttural and primal.]

I want you to—c-come in me as many times as you want... Gimme—ah—all you got...!

[He's already filled her twice—her mouth, then her cunt—and now he's about to do it a third time. Will she even be able to handle that much?

Even just wondering about it is apparently enough to push her over the edge. She presses herself as close to Nanami as she can, back arched, claws raking down his back, thinking only of how bad she wants it regardless, how she'll never get enough—and comes, her second orgasm a lightning bolt of pleasure so sudden and intense that she can't even think to tell him it's coming. There's just a choked whimper, and all of her clenches around him once more, ready to take all he has left to give.]

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[ Nanami's never been with anyone like this before; and now that he's tried it, he doesn't want to stop. It feels incredible how the slightest movement together can set the both of them off, how it only takes a little extra coaxing beyond that to bring them to the edge and over it.

Nanami growls again, instinctively - it's really more like a purr at this point - and nips gently at Shoka's neck, not quite enough to draw blood through her scales. And when Shoka grinds down on her, that's enough - his hips jerk and he cums again into Shoka. But he's been emptied out twice now; so there's truthfully not much extra liquid to give.

Still, they grip Shoka close as the two of them spasm together; and when they're done, Nanami flops over onto the bed, bringing Shoka with her. Little dog lickies all over Shoka's face, in thanks. ]

G-goshhhh... I love you I love you I love you... [ Nanami's happier than they can possibly express. ]

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[Nanami may not have much left in them to give, but that final little rush of heat is bliss. Shoka imagines that she dragged it out of Nanami, that they managed that last bit just for her—and her cock is still swollen at the base to keep it all inside.

When Nanami rolls them over, Shoka uses that motion to push him fully onto his back so that she's on top, straddling his hips. That way, she can watch him come down from his high, and watch herself twitch and shiver around him.]

So much... [It's said breathily, with a little smirk.] You really—gave it your all, didn't you?

[That's one way to break in a new form, she guesses.]

I love you... [Those licks to her face earn a giggle.] Dog breath and all. You were so good...

[She hopes she didn't scratch up their back too much... But she'd be lying if she said she wouldn't be happy to see a few marks. Purring, she dips her head then to nuzzle along Nanami's scar, from shoulder to belly, then back, while she waits for the last of her spasms to cease. Even after they do, the knot is still there. She sighs then, deep and content.]

... Still up for that game?

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Eeeee....

[ Thump thump thump thump go those tails, lazily with Nanami's post-orgasm fatigue. Nanami's good, Nanami did good-- Shoka's rewarded with happy whines from an increasingly sleepy Nanami.

But he cracks his eyes open to look up at Shoka, and gives a slow nod. ]

Mm... yeah... we gotta see who'll win... [ Maybe Nanami's juuuust tired enough that Shoka has a chance? Although she's probably tired too...

Shoka gets another lick to her face, and Nanami's legs wrapping around Shoka, as Nanami looks at the pile of games and paws through it for Mario Kart... though their movements are a bit slow and drowsy. ]