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hands
rising to his broad shoulders and hanging on, grounding myself against the
heady sensation. A ball of tension at my core tightened pleasurably.
    I began to pant
like an animal. Justin continued to tease my breasts as his fingers worked
their way down and into the cleft between my legs. One thick finger moved
deeper into my slit to touch the wet heat there. I moaned.
    Instead of my
voice emerging as a woman’s groan of pleasure, it sounded animalistic. Like the
whimper of a beast. The ball of tension in me tightened further and I began to
shake and shudder. The shift was about to happen again. I writhed under him,
unable to control it. My hands left his shoulders to grasp at the bedding in
two convulsive grips.
    “No,” Justin
commanded. He pushed me down on the bed and lowered his pants.
    Even though I
was in no condition to appreciate the magnificent length and girth of his cock,
it was impossible to miss. He was much bigger than I’d expected. Exposed and
erect, it bumped against my belly. Then Justin maneuvered lower. I had the urge
to wrap my fingers around his shaft and hold him tightly, anchoring me to him,
so I did. Justin made a startled sound that was half-laughter, half-pleasure as
my hands skimmed the length of him, feeling his pulse throb against my palm.
    The most primal
part of me clenched with need, eager to have him buried inside me. If he didn’t
do it soon, the other primal need would overcome me. I whimpered with desire
and urgency, shuddering with the force of the twin competing needs. Justin had
to mate with me immediately. A tingle went through my body at the thought.
    Understanding
crossed his features, and his playfulness gave way to determination. The head
of his cock bumped against my slick folds. One more change in his angle pushed
it snug against my tight entrance, and, with one firm thrust, Justin pushed his
way inside.
    It pinched,
stretching me pleasurably. The sensation and wonder of it took over my mind. I
was being taken, losing my virginity to Justin himself. I knew beyond a shadow
of a doubt this was a profound and meaningful act that was happening to us. Vast
satisfaction filled me along with Justin’s length. This meant we were finally
together, together as I’d always craved, and just when I was starting to
believe I’d never find anyone meant for me. Much less a man like Justin.
    I moved against
him, accustoming myself to his width and length. The piercing of my maidenhead
made me gasp from the sharp pain of it for a moment, but the hurt faded quickly
as Justin sank deeper into me. He pushed inside until he was lying atop me and
pressed firmly to me, his abs against my soft stomach. I rubbed my nipples
again his chest, wanton. He pumped his hips and I shouted with the ferocious
desire of it, raking my nails down his back, grinding hard against his thrust.
I was obeying a primal imperative and achieving an instinctual purpose I hadn’t
known I had.
      A throbbing heat spiraled up through
me, the urge to reach orgasm blending with the urge to shift. He increased his
pace, causing a jolt of ecstasy to cascade through me each time he sank into
me. “Justin,” I panted. The pressure built in me, and with it the worry. I was
going to shift this time one way or another. I quivered with pleasure. I
shuddered with concern. “I can’t hold it off,” I gasped.
    He grunted
acknowledgment, thrusting faster and faster. He went ever deeper into me,
longer than before, hitting new nerves that had me moaning helplessly. Passion
roared through my veins and I couldn’t stop my outcry of delight. My back
arched as I clutched at Justin. His response equaled mine and he met me
halfway, roaring with pleasure, pushing with a frenzied strength that would
have stunned me if I hadn’t been feeling the exact same imperative. The musky
smell of sex and fur rose in my nostrils. The scent of Justin and I, together
as we were supposed to be.
    I yielded to
the searing need that had been building