We're disposable teens

Similarly, she had also let her instincts take hold. In the past, letting her impulses get the best of her was something she had learnt to control, or at the very least tried to. Now she wanted her instincts to take control. They knew more than her, even when she hadn't done anything quite like this before. Her instincts told her where to align her body with his, how to react, sent the adrenaline and bliss flooding through her veins. All reasoning and thought had been lost. Maybe it was better that way. She had been too preoccupied thinking about what others thought of her that she had forgotten to let herself free, do what she really wanted to do. She wanted this and he wanted this - there was nothing more to it, nothing stopping them.

Like a shadow, he slowly made his way down her body, leaving a trail of enticing nips and kisses. Her gaze was moulded into his, never taking her eyes off of him. Wherever he touched, a pulse of electricity blossomed beneath her skin, a prickle of energy travelling down her spine. Ebony fur intermingling with that of russet, his body pressed against hers. There was never a break in contact, a separation in the two forms - they were like one. When she could feel his presence behind her, she swished her tail to the side. She inhaled, trying to rid the distant ringing in her ears. Her body was pulled closer as he positioned himself, wrapping himself over her. Muscles tensed before he finally pressed into her, the breath leaving her throat.

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