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“Come in.”

Shin steps into her room and closes the door behind him. His usually composed expression is clouded by restlessness, red eyes darting around, and she almost feels bad for calling him, almost.

“What is it, Lena? Is something wrong?” he asks with concern, knowing she wouldn’t call for him on a night like this if it weren’t for something urgent, if it could wait.

She takes a moment to steel herself. Repeats the words in her head one more time, and swallows dryly. “Won’t you stay the night, Shin?”

By itself, it’s not an unusual request from her, but tonight, it catches him completely off guard. “Do you mean…?”

She simply nods, her face beginning to heat up, but eyes firmly set on his. Dressed in only her night clothes, she’s not particularly imposing, but it’s all the armor she needs right now.

“Lena, you know I can’t… Not tonight,” he resumes in a pained voice. It’s plainly visible how much it hurts him to refuse a request from her. Her heart aches.

She knows. She knows perfectly well that the moon outside, shining brighter, larger tonight even than the usual full moon, is calling his very soul. She knows it starts physically hurting if he fights it, she’s seen it before.

And yet, that’s exactly why she called him tonight.

She was always fascinated by the dark creatures that tales from her childhood spoke of. Mysterious beings who disguised themselves as humans, changing into their true beastly forms under the moonlight, and would allegedly eat her whole if she misbehaved. She would later learn that these were only half-truths, and those so-called ‘monsters’ were as human as she was, for the most part.

Her mind burns with the memory of a black bipedal wolf-like figure, bloodied and gravely injured, approaching her cautiously on the barren battlefield that was once her homeland.

“Yes, tonight,” she confirms in the firmest voice she can muster, her heartbeat quickening as the implications of her request become fully clear to him.

Stories about encounters with the ‘lowly werewolves’ were zealously hidden from the public eye back in her home country—yet thrived in the shadows. Those forbidden books were smuggled around like precious goods, with some even reaching her hands, and she’d skimmed them with her eyes poking between her fingers.

Those were just tales, fiction, of course—but then there were also whispers in the hallways, risqué talk among friends that was just loud enough for her to overhear and blush furiously. Still, they further fueled her curiosity.

It used to be bad enough, but now—now that they are together—she is adamant about knowing everything about him. Everything about the side of him he still insists on hiding from her.

His eyes widen at first. Then, as expected, he avoids her gaze. “Lena, I can’t,” he repeats, turning away from her. “I really should go.”

Even being among the best at controlling his ability, Shin has his limit. All the others have already shape-shifted for the night, giving in to the call coursing through their minds, hearts, and bodies. Some would lock up inside their rooms and sleep through it, others used the time to spar or hunt as a way to burn their overflowing energy. A couple of times he’s brought a deer back for her after a full moon night.

“Please,” she pleads as she takes a step closer, grasping his hand before he can leave, “stay with me.”

He stands still, making no movement to leave nor to stay, and she can imagine his internal debate. She’s being selfish, she knows. But she’s also gathered her courage, after getting cold feet several times before, so she’s determined to have her way.

Time seems to stop, if not for the howls ringing in the distance, pressuring him to join them. His hand trembles in hers, his whole body does, as his restraint approaches its limit.

He sighs heavily and turns around, gently tugging his hand free. Finally, he looks into her eyes again with an indecipherable expression.

“Lena—”

And then the clock hits midnight, and he can’t suppress it any longer.

Lena stands back a bit as his transformation happens. His black hair becomes fur, covering his whole body like a shadow consuming him. A human growl becomes animalistic as mouth becomes snout, and teeth become fangs, and man becomes beast.

He nearly doubles in size and has to keep his head low, for he’d hit the ceiling standing fully upright. She’s seen him shift many times before, but never this close, and never with the time to focus fully on the process, which fascinates her and roots her in place.

After a couple of seconds, his wolf form stands tall in front of her, his fur pitch black as a moonless night, yet shining beautifully like obsidian, and his eyes the ever-familiar color of fresh blood. A shiver runs down her spine, perhaps a primal instinct, perhaps something more. She can’t stop herself and takes a step toward him, inspecting him more closely. The realization of just how large he is up close makes her giddy. His fur is dotted with small pale spots—leftover scars, eternal reminders of war that not even his advanced healing can fully erase. The familiar reddish scar around his neck has become a furless ring, resembling a collar.

Lena gingerly stretches out her hand to touch his large muzzle, half expecting him to back away. But he allows it, standing perfectly still as his eyes scan her silently.

His fur, for once not covered in the grime and blood of battle, is surprisingly soft to the touch. It reminds her of the texture of his hair between her fingers, yet somehow different, denser. She has never been able to touch it before—he would always morph back when she was close. One time, a mission went south and she was injured—and he rushed to save her, carrying her back to camp in his wolf arms as it was faster. Back then, she was too weak to revel in the feel of his soft fur as she rested her head against his chest. 

She slowly runs her hand through the side of his muzzle, past his canine nose to his soft cheek, where she caresses another well-known scar. His eyes follow her every movement.

“Lena.” His large jaws move once, twice, as he says her name, his voice still sounding the same, if a little rougher. His sharp teeth are barely visible, large and strong enough to bite through muscle and bone and tear enemies to shreds, as she’s seen him do many times in the past. To rip her to shreds in a second, if he wanted to. Yet she feels no ounce of fear—she could never be scared of the man she trusts with her life, who has been nothing but gentle and loving with her, who is always eager to make her happy. The thought makes her feel warm as she looks into his eyes. They are animal-like in shape, but behind them is the same man she’s devoted herself to. She smiles softly at him and the words spill out her lips almost instinctively.

“I love you, Shin.”

“Lena…” This time the top of his snout scrunches and he slightly bares his teeth at her in a half snarl. She just inspects them, unfazed. If he’s trying to scare or deter her, it won’t work. Almost cheekily, she runs her fingers through them with childlike wonder.

Her other hand reaches as far as she can and touches his abdomen, and she marvels at how the familiar muscles are still somewhat noticeable under the shorter fur there. Perhaps defeated, perhaps enjoying it, he closes his eyes and sighs.

“I love you too.”

And she smiles, contented.

Shin finally moves, sticking his snout closer until he softly touches her cheek with his nose, wet and cold, about the size of her closed fist, and she almost wants to laugh at the unfamiliar feeling. She hooks her hand around his muzzle in a sort of embrace, keeping him there, telling him it’s okay.

In response, his pink tongue emerges and gently licks her, wetter and hot, its surface as wide as her palm. This time she does laugh happily, and it seems to ease him up a bit, making his bushy tail wag slightly from side to side. He presses his whole snout against her cheek then, and continues licking her.

Enjoying the feeling, she tilts her head to the side, exposing her neck to him invitingly. He falters, stopping for a moment, before giving her a testing lick. She moans. Normally she’d be more modest and keep it in, but she wants to encourage him, so she won’t hold back. He tenses and growls softly, not unlike she’s heard him before, but deeper, coming from the bottom of his throat and reverberating throughout the whole room. His tongue touches the skin at the top of her shoulder, as far down as her nightgown will allow, and trails up to the base of her jaw, slowly, deliberately.

She shivers, heat starting to course through her, and moans again for him, his name this time, “Shin…”

He swallows thickly, she can see the motion in his fur-covered throat. She takes advantage of this pause to unbutton the front of her nightgown, giving him more access. After a moment of hesitation, he complies, moving his tongue down to her collarbone. She can feel his hot breath against her skin, as it’s become quicker, and smiles to herself, knowing he’s enjoying this as well.

It doesn’t take long for him to become bolder, sliding his tongue underneath her clothing, touching the top of her breast once, twice, then grazing her hardened nipple with a third lick, and she gasps loudly as her heartbeat skyrockets.

She clings to him with one hand for support, doubting her legs, and one of his clawed hands reaches behind her, large enough to support her back. Until this point he had kept his hands on his sides, probably afraid of accidentally hurting her. She can feel both his fur and the roughness of his paw pads on her exposed back, reminding her of the calloused fingertips her body is so used to, igniting her further.

Growing impatient, she tugs her nightgown further down until it sits around her waist, fully exposing her chest to him. He takes the invitation gladly this time, running his large tongue up her breast with enough force to make it bounce, and she’s immediately thankful for the hand supporting part of her weight, as her legs tremble together.

Shin then tilts his large head horizontally, allowing him to grab one breast, then the other, in a single motion. As the sounds leaving her lips keep encouraging him, his movements become faster and stronger.

He opens his mouth, pressing his fangs softly against her skin, and then bites down ever so slightly until he’s holding her breast down. With his target locked in, his tongue rubs her freely in all directions, in movements that seem chaotic yet planned out at the same time, stimulating her all over again.

Lena blindly grabs a handful of fur from wherever as her other hand pets and pats him in appreciation for his ministrations. Shin has always been impressively skilled at knowing and doing what she wanted, the way she liked it. Even in his non-human form, that hasn’t changed. 

But now she needs him elsewhere.

“Shin…” He recognizes her pleading tone immediately, drawing back for a moment. He’s panting, eyes and ears completely focused on her as she drops her nightgown to the floor, left in only her undergarments.

Eagerly yet cautiously, he sniffs her before pressing his nose against the soft fabric. The contact makes her shudder. His body tenses, his fur standing up and giving him an even larger appearance. Her heart skips a beat.

“Lena…” Shin’s whole body is the image of restraint as his big wolf eyes search hers for confirmation. Do you really want to do this?

She nods in response, the tension in her lower abdomen starting to become unbearable. “Please.”

He makes a soft grumble in affirmation, once again sounding more beast than human, and takes a lick at her through the clothing, sending electricity all over her body. Her panties, already damp from her anticipation, become soaking wet as he repeatedly laps at her.

“Aaah—” She no longer cares about urging him in, but simply can’t contain herself anymore. The contact, even through the fabric, is making her head spin, yet it’s not enough. As if reading her mind, or perhaps simply done teasing her, he carefully uses his fangs to tug the offending clothing down, and she kicks her legs to help him, until it joins the discarded nightgown on the floor.

Shin takes a moment to look at her, completely bare in front of him, as they’ve been countless times before. Yet now he’s in his werewolf form, which he’s always wanted to hide from her. To keep the ugliness, and violence, and animal-like parts of him far away from her, unwilling to soil her. She looks so small and fragile. He’s filled with doubts, and wonders what he’s doing.

From the moment they met, he felt a strong admiration for her, and never really looked back. Her light guided him on his darkest moments, when he felt he was little more than a murderous war beast, born for battle, and fated to die in it. She coaxed him with gentle hands and a clear voice that promised him things could be better, showing him a brighter world. And somehow she had even accepted him, wanted him next to her. And now…

Her pale skin and silver hair glisten, damp from her sweat and his saliva, and as she looks at him through half-lidded silver eyes she looks so, so beautiful. His pitch-black, furry paw is still stretched out, holding her in place. They are like night and day.

Yet.

Yet between shallow breaths, Lena stretches her hand toward him, smiling—calling him, accepting him, needing him. His heart swells. She will always be his place to return to, and he’s been foolish to doubt that fact.

She shines bright like the moon, and a howl burns in his throat, and he struggles to keep quiet. They are not, after all, like night and day. If she’s the beautiful silver moon, then he will be the night around her, always supporting her.

He takes a deep breath and her unmistakable scent fills him completely, stronger than ever thanks to his enhanced senses, burning his nostrils and his chest.

Pulling her closer, he presses his snout between her legs—which she readily spreads for him—and sniffs again. Something stirs inside of him. He wants to devour it. And so he does.

He laps at her folds, her taste intoxicating as he moves his tongue up and down hungrily, not wanting to miss a single drop. With each motion, he makes sure to brush against her most sensitive spot, to make it as pleasurable for her as possible. She deserves nothing less. At this point, he misses the dexterity of human fingers and a smaller tongue. But he’ll make do.

He’s rewarded for his efforts by her legs locking around his neck, forming a makeshift collar he wears proudly. She presses down, urging him closer. And closer he goes.

Shin slides the tip of this tongue inside her, rolling and bending it, searching relentlessly for her favorite spots. It’s proving difficult when his tongue is this large, but the way her body trembles, and she clings desperately to his arm and his head, encourages him to continue. Every lick he gets is delicious, as is every sound she makes as they fall into his sensitive ears.

His body becomes hotter and hotter, and he’s half thankful there is no clothing restraining him as his growing erection hits against his stomach, wanting her more than ever. But he pays it no mind, or tries to, fully focused on Lena’s pleasure rather than his own.

Lena’s breathing becomes ragged as wave after wave of unfamiliar stimulation crash over her, and she feels herself climbing and climbing, a knot forming in her lower abdomen. Her legs clench tighter around his neck and she sinks her back into his hand, both amazed and excited that he’s strong enough to hold her full weight with it.

“More, Shin, I—” Her words die to incomprehensible, loud moans as the soft wetness inside her retreats, making her instantly miss it, only to start working on her sensitive bud. Every exclamation makes his pace quicken, and before she realizes she’s arching her back into his fur, finding release for the tension inside her, ripples of pleasure pulsing all throughout her.

She pets his head sloppily, most of her energy having left her.

He goes back to licking slowly at her entrance as she catches her breath. Careful, caring. He eventually trails up her torso, giving a lazy lick to her breast on his way up, then her neck, to land on her cheek once again, nuzzling her softly. She smiles, grabbing his snout with both hands and pressing a kiss to it.

“Shin… you’re wonderful,” she praises him lovingly, sitting up to look at him better. It’s only at that new angle that she notices his arousal, red as hot steel, contrasting sharply against his pitch-black fur. Her eyes widen as she focuses on it—yes, he’s large in his wolf form, but this goes beyond her imagination.

“Lena, it’s fine, don’t worry…” he says when he notices her attention on him. Knowing Shin, he’s worried that she feels obliged to return the favor, and that he will potentially hurt her in this form. Honestly, she can’t blame him. She’s as nervous as excited at the prospect. And for that reason, she ignores his words and stands up, walking closer to him with wobbly legs.

It is wider than her arm, is the first thing she notes, swallowing thickly. The tip is glistening in anticipation, as expected by this point. Bulging veins create intricate patterns along the full length.

“Can I touch you?” she asks then, reminiscing of the first night they spent together, both completely inexperienced. In a way, this is a second first time for them.

Shin lets out a shaky sigh and nods, and she gingerly pokes the side with a single finger. It twitches in a long arch in return, yearning for more contact. Fascinated, she licks her palms and carefully holds him, barely managing to circle him fully even using both hands, his flesh hot and sticky to the touch. A low growl rumbles inside his throat above her as she carefully strokes him up and down.

There is no way she could take him in her mouth, and this saddens her, but she does the next best thing and brings her lips to his tip in a featherlike kiss. His taste is familiar, but particularly strong. Getting bolder, she opens her mouth wide and licks him, much like he’s been doing for her all night. 

“Le—na,” his voice rings in a warning, pained tone, and he barely manages to move and hump on the empty space next to her, avoiding hitting her face. With that force, it would’ve definitely hurt. He twitches again, as if searching instinctively for her, needing her, and she makes up her mind.

“Shin, let’s go. All the way.”

He takes a step back, lowering his head to level their gazes and look straight into her eyes. “Lena… Are you sure?” He doesn’t say no, and that’s more than enough for her.

She stares back into his red eyes resolutely. “Yes, this is what I want. What I’ve wanted… for a long time,” she admits. And she knows, and he knows, that he won’t refuse her something that she wants this badly.

He nods slowly, perhaps half to her, half to himself, and while he stands there she walks to the bed and lies on her back. She’s going to need the full support of her mattress for this.

He obediently follows her, kneeling down next to the bed to match her level. His snout drops down to work on her breasts once again, more decidedly this time. He’s always been a quick learner, and seems to have already memorized her favorite motions after their previous session, eliciting her gasps and moans even more easily, nipping and lapping at her with unabashed hunger. She runs and digs her fingers all over his head and neck, sometimes pulling on his fur, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

He eventually moves to his next stop—her welcoming entrance, and works hard to coax every single drop out of her. He wants her as wet as possible now, and well, she can’t disagree. Despite her brave façade, a part of her is still scared about how it will go.

His tongue slips inside and applies some force to one side, then the other, then up and down, stretching her as much as he can—and he’s so strong with it, it makes her dizzy.

Once he’s satisfied with his work, he bends down with inhuman flexibility to lick his own sex, preparing it for entering her. Watching him, she shudders in anticipation, adrenaline making her heart thump wildly in her chest.

He’s dripping by the point he finally decides to touch them together, tentatively, carefully. The contact makes them inhale sharply in unison. She spreads her legs as wide as possible for him. A new wave of wetness seeps out of her, and he gladly welcomes it, rubbing his head up and down, up and down her folds to coat himself with it, making her clench the bedsheets in her fists.

“Lena,” he calls her, his crimson eyes staring intently at her, burning with the same fire that’s always captivated her. “Are you ready?”

She swallows hard and nods. Is she truly? She’s not sure, but she’s as ready as she can be, her insides calling wildly for him.

With a grunt, he positions his dripping tip to her entrance, aligning them, and pushes. He feels so, so large. Even as he tries adjusting the angle, it’s like a hot wall pressing down against her. And she starts questioning whether this is really going to work. The books, they were fiction. The whispers, they could be unfounded rumors. Werewolves mated together, yes, but—with a human, was it truly possible? The two of them were already a somewhat tight fit with his human body…

She’s brought back to reality by a sharp pain, making her cry out, and tears of pain and frustration well in her eyes.

“Lena!” He immediately retreats, and his ears lie flat on his head as he rushes to her face, nuzzling her, comforting her, licking her tears away. “I’m sorry, are you okay?!” he calls her desperately, as if she’s been gravely injured.

She ruffles the top of his head with both hands, burying her fingers in his soft fur as she calms herself down and her breathing returns to normal. “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

It takes a bit more reassuring hushing to convince him that she’s truly all right, almost as if he was the one getting hurt. He’s so sweet, and she loves him so, so much. The pain eventually recedes, and her heart and her body ache for him once more. Is there a better way?

“Let me try something.” She rolls over so she’s lying on her stomach, then uses her knees to prop herself up and point her rear toward him, hoping it results in better access.

Following her lead, he repositions himself, snaking his right hand below her body, and pressing down his left on the bed to rest his own weight. Despite being effectively caged by his large and powerful body, she feels completely safe.

Lena takes a deep breath, and another. “Alright, I’m ready.”

The hand below her torso gently props her up, adjusting her position along with his. Fur brushes against her back as he lowers himself on top of her, his snout sitting lightly on her shoulder, ready to judge her reaction. Slowly, even more so than the first time, he grazes her entrance and she shudders, his name falling from her lips, “Shin… go on.”

A low grumble meets her words, and he once again nudges her, pleading for entrance, throbbing in anticipation. He must be holding back really hard to keep himself from just ramming mindlessly into her, she thinks.

She moves her hips slowly up and down, then in circles. Feeling him, getting familiar with his shape and size and texture, all completely new to her despite belonging to her lover, and she’s excited by the idea of rediscovering him.

Once she’s grown more confident, she shoves her pelvis toward him, and he meets her with a short thrust of his own. Alarms shoot up inside her again as the stretching sends forth a new wave of pain, and she inhales sharply, and his eyes are on her instantly. “I’m good,” she says, her voice weaker than she’d like, “just a moment,” and he nods, pressing his snout to her cheek.

He feels really, really big inside her, but once the pain passes, this excites her more than anything. She is so full just from his tip, expanding her walls tightly in all directions. She gingerly starts moving again and he brushes inside her, and it feels so good—she instinctively moans at the top of her lungs and he reacts instantly, sinking a little deeper. She stretches wider for him, but this time it doesn’t quite hurt anymore. She’s forced her own body to allow him inside, and won’t back down.

“More,” she pleads breathlessly, and she doesn’t need to elaborate or specify as he thrusts another stretch, then another, seeking her insides, his longing clearly as strong as hers.

“Just a little more,” he tells or asks her, his voice husky with need, and she nods, not trusting herself to form words.

With a final push he bottoms out, and she can feel the fur of his groin hit against her backside.

“Lena!” This time he’s the one to cry out her name, his full length completely surrounded by her. The thought fills her with pride and she smiles, sweat dripping down her temple from all her effort, and takes a few breaths to compose herself. She starts slowly moving her hips in circles, relishing in the way he feels inside her and the way he grunts and hisses as different spots of her press against him.

In that moment she’s brought back to the filthy pages she read as a maiden, and wonders what her younger self would think seeing her now, completely taking a werewolf.

But beyond those lustful thoughts, she thinks of Shin. Of the time they met, of all the times they argued because of their different views, of the times she cried thinking she would never see him again, of the times he’d comforted her and wiped her tears dry. Of their first embrace, of their first kiss, of their first time. Of how hard his life has been simply because of who he is, causing him to keep that part of him hidden from her so she wouldn’t worry or be in danger... or reject him. And she’s overcome with emotion.

“I love you, Shin,” she tells him again, her words brimming with feeling despite the raspiness of her throat. I love all of you, she means, even the parts you don’t. 

He holds her to his chest in the best embrace he can manage given their positions, “I love you too, Lena.” And she smiles just like the first time she heard it.

“You can move,” she says after a moment, knowing her pauses are delaying both her and his release, not that he would ever hold it against her.

“Mhm,” he hums, and starts pulling out of her, deliberately slowly, dragging his tip to stroke her walls on his way out, leaving a searing trail in his wake. It’s almost as if he’s taking a part of her out with him. She clings to the bed sheets again, gritting her teeth.

He retreats back to the tip, and the contrast feels so, so empty, her insides pulsating in search of him. She doesn’t have to wait long though, for he buries himself back deep, deep inside her in a single motion. Another moan rips through her, strong enough to make her throat hurt, and she feels him twitch.

“Faster,” she croaks out.

And of course, he complies.

He starts out cautious yet firm, gradually growing bolder thanks to her fervent encouragement. They fall into a rhythm slightly slower than their usual, but that’s to be expected, given his larger size. He stretches her a little bit more with each entry, if that’s even possible, and every time their hips meet there’s a low thud, the noise muffled by his fur.

In his enthusiasm he starts licking her skin, everywhere he can reach—her cheek, her ear, the back of her neck, her shoulders, her upper back. Sometimes she feels his pointed teeth as well, biting down but never hard enough to hurt her. After a while, she can barely register the feeling anymore, completely focused on her burning core as he rams into her repeatedly.

She’s startled by a loud sound right above her, and quickly realizes—he’s howling, his snout pointing upwards. It’s powerful enough that she can not only hear but also feel it, and it silences everything else, even the thoughts inside her head. She’s heard many howls before, but is not exactly sure about the meaning of this one.

After a final slam, he twitches wildly inside her, and calls her name in a long, drawled out growl, “Le—na!”

Warmth starts pooling inside her abdomen as he finishes in multiple pulses, each filling her up with several times his normal amount. She can barely muster a thought anymore, feeling herself getting closer and closer just thinking about it.

His fur-covered body falls on top of hers, careful not to crush her, and his head ends up on the bed next to her. She feels scorching hot, her sweat trapped between them, drenching his fur.

Panting, he throws his hips back to pull out from inside her—but instead, drags her body back along with him, and she clings to the sheets in alarm.

“Huh!?” He seems as startled as her.

Her overloaded brain scrambles for an answer, thinking back on all she knows about werewolves, and comes to the most logical conclusion: he must be knotting inside her, locking them together for the time being.

He tries again, with the same result, sounding confused. This is a foreign scenario for them both, after all.

“Shin, stop. It’s-it’s normal. For werewolves, I mean. You can stay inside.”

“Right,” he says, as realization dawns on him.

Knowing she has yet to reach her own climax, Shin starts using the pads on his fingers beneath her to touch the sensitive spots on her breasts and clit, mindful to keep his claws out of the way. They are slightly rough to the touch, but she gladly welcomes the contact. He rubs in circles, carefully at first, then faster and harder once he makes sure she’s enjoying it.

This new stimulation, coupled with focusing on how his base has swelled to block her entrance and keep them joined, is enough to tip her over the edge for her second orgasm of the night. Her muscles clench tighter and tighter around him and she convulses even more violently this time, as heat and pleasure spread to every inch of her body.

“Shi—n!” she shouts at the top of her lungs with her last remnant of strength, before the room goes silent save for their mutual labored breathing.

Once both of them have mostly recovered, he uses his hand to press her against his chest, lifting up their still-connected bodies from the bed. Then he sits cross-legged on the floor, with his back resting against the wall, while she sits upright on his lap, still very aware of him inside her.

She looks down and marvels once again at how wide he is, amazed that she could match him. She runs a hand lovingly up and down her abdomen, slightly swollen from having to fit all of him inside.

“You did amazing, Lena.” His voice is low yet filled with affection, and she leans back and happily rubs her cheek against his strong chest.

“Thank you,” she breathes out, grateful for both the praise and the night as a whole.

They fall into a comfortable silence for several minutes, the only sound being his strong heartbeat drumming calmly below her ear.

“So,” he starts, making her look up at him, “how long have you wanted to do this?” he asks in a slightly amused tone, and she can picture his human face with a raised eyebrow.

Whoops.

“Hmmm… Since we met?” she answers sheepishly. It’s not a lie, and probably the best reply she can give him—it’s when her vague teenage fantasies became much more vivid and meaningful.

“...For real?” He sounds even more amused.

She laughs nervously and tries to redirect the topic, “What about you?” Maybe he wasn’t on board with it at the start, but by now he can’t deny his enjoyment. He ponders for a moment.

“Hmm, it’s hard to say. I can’t say it never crossed my mind but… it’s difficult.” His words hold a lot of meaning, and she pets him softly, reassuringly. “But thank you, Lena.”

“Mhm,” she beams at him and his eyes soften. He nuzzles the top of her head. After another moment of silence, Lena speaks up again, “Oh, by the way, sorry I kept you from going hunting with the boys,” she says half apologetically, half jokingly, trying to ease the atmosphere.

“I got the best catch ever,” he says confidently, making her cheeks warm. “Plus, they already know I’m here.”

For a moment she’s puzzled about what he means, then it dawns on her.

“Because of your howl?!”

He chuckles, making both of their bodies tremble. “Yeah.” Not an ounce of shame.

“Shin!” she scolds him, covering her burning face with both hands in embarrassment.

“Hey, in my defense, you weren’t particularly quiet, either.”

“...”

She can’t argue against that, and realizes the whole base must’ve heard them. Multiple times. She groans in frustration, earning her another chuckle.

She pouts at him, and he nudges her cheek with his nose.

“I think we’ve waited enough,” he says, and after their lighthearted talk it takes her a moment to realize what he means.

“Oh— Alright.”

He offers his arm to help her stand up, and as she does, he slides out of her languidly—he’s not only wide, but quite long as well. She has to take a step forward so he falls out completely. And once he does… a cascade of warm liquid pours out, trailing down her legs, spilling on top of him. Is that—? She blushes deeply, realizing just how much of his load was inside her, and is still dripping out of her.

“S-Sorry!” she squeaks.

“Don’t be, it’s mine,” he says with a hint of pride, and his tongue reaches out to lick up both her legs, then between them, in gentle, tender movements, with the sole intent of cleaning her up so she’s more comfortable. She struggles to stand in place, feeling warm all over, and almost wants to go for another round—but her body screams stop, and for once she listens to reason.

Once she’s completely clean, he licks his own legs where she dripped on him, then himself, cleaning his length thoroughly. He then adjusts his hips and sheaths himself back in, until only a subtle pouch of fur remains. Lena is once again fascinated by his anatomy.

Shin then curls up on his side, resting his head against the mattress. He’s far too large to lie on the bed comfortably, and he can’t shift back until morning, so it's the best he can do. “Come here,” he calls her, patting his chest.

She eagerly climbs over and cuddles against him, curling up as well. She doesn’t mind lying on the floor with him—his soft fur is more comfortable than the fanciest bedding as she sinks into him.

The chilly night air bites at her exposed moist skin, making her shiver. Noticing this, he uses his large, fluffy tail to cover her as a makeshift blanket, getting rid of the cold instantly.

“Good night, Lena,” he mumbles groggily. He’s always quick to fall asleep after sex, looks like some things never change.

“Good night, Shin,” she mutters in return before dozing off as well, cradled by the warm fur of her lover, the same color as the night sky.