[ For Dyson ] raise your words not your voice

[st_oriedqueen]

In the room in the conference center they'd appropriated to work on Bo's Dawning, Regina stood staring at the wooden arch. Venom all but dripped from her non-existent fangs, and her hands curled at her sides like claws. She ran the transform spell through her mind again, cast it, and watched the sickly green energy pop and crackle around the top curve. It spread as far as the supports and then just plain fizzled out.

No point looking for anyone to test it. It hadn't taken.

"Grrr-argh!" Snarling like a beast, she spun away. Fire leaped to the fingertips of both hands, and with another loud snarl, she flung twin fireballs the length of the conference hall. They hit, and caught, encasing the far wall in a sheet of vicious flame--

That burned angrily for thirty seconds before the fireproofing that Sam and Molly had rigged after the third time she almost torched the entire building put it out.

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[st_oriedqueen]

She shuddered with pleasure at his touch and the rising musk. Sharp points pressed at her gums and she swept her tongue over elongating fangs.

A soft growl rumbled through her, as she pressed up against him. "How do you stand it?"

[st_arknaked]

"Stand what?" he nuzzled her throat, she smelled the same but different as well. Yet still familiar.

[st_oriedqueen]

"Sensing every little flicker of desire in my scent. Being able to scent me all the time. How do you keep your mouth to yourself?" she murmured and licked a long stripe up his throat.

She wanted to run, yes, but sex was starting to become imperative.

[st_arknaked]

That made him laugh, "You're basically a pup. Not even whelped. I've been what I am for a very long time."

So she experienced it like an explosion of her senses, like being able to hear after being deaf. It wasn't quite so shocking for him.

Not that he wasn't enjoying her response, and so she knew that he lifted her against him with a growl.

[st_oriedqueen]

Regina felt her lips curling up away from new fangs as she half-laughed, "A pup. Not even whelped. I guess that means we should run instead of fuck."

She drew brand-new, puppy-sharp claws up his back. "Can't have you committing statutory."

Dropping her lashes over glowing golden eyes, she grinned once, wolfily, stepped away, and then turned away at a full sprint for the door.

[st_arknaked]

He laughed, and ran after her catching her quickly (though possibly not as quickly as he might and tumbling her to the ground beneath him far less gently than he might usually have.

"Wolves don't care about statutory." He growled before kissing her.

[st_oriedqueen]

Regina winced as the ground came rushing up to her, expecting pain from the collision. And while she did get a good jolt from being slammed down beneath him, the pain only made her growl with pleasure -- much as it might ordinarily if they were rough.

Her pain threshold was higher, her body younger and stronger, and her instincts responded to his greater strength with none of a human's overthinking about power.

The kiss swept through her, awakening the wolf within her. She kissed back and clawed at him, and between kisses and grapples, she told him, "We're doing this again. In wolf bodies."

[st_arknaked]

That made him laugh, head going back as he did so.

"Not nearly as much fun that way," foreplay was a wonderful thing. So too were opposable thumbs and dexterous fingers which he demonstrated by using his to divest her of her clothes. "But if you insist."

[st_oriedqueen]

When his head tipped back, she clamped her teeth onto his throat, grabbing hold without piercing the skin. She released it again and whined when her clothes didn't disappear fast enough.

"I'm sure it isn't. But..." She stole a kiss. "I'm probably never going to be a wolf again. It's my one chance to know what this is like for you."

[st_arknaked]

He hadn't had a partner who was a shifter for a good number of years, so she did know what it was like for him because wolf sex was rarely on the menu, but he didn't argue. He just stripped her clothes off (there may have been some tearing, and then his own before he was on her again.

[st_oriedqueen]

If he'd mentioned it, she would have told him she didn't care. He'd experienced it at some point in his life and she wanted to share it. But he hadn't and she barely had breath to speak, let alone to explain something as complex as her desire to know him. Beside that, she was far too busy enjoying the feel of cloth tearing under claws in exposing his skin. And far too busy enjoying him.

[st_arknaked]

He found her center with his fingers as his mouth covered hers, stroking and teasing, making sure she was ready before he entered her in one smooth stroke.

[st_oriedqueen]

Her breasts lifted into him, back arching with pleasure, for the stroke of his fingers, but when he took her, she let out a sound like...well, like a wolf howl.

"Dyson," she whispered to him breathlessly after. The sensations were so strong.

[st_arknaked]

"Say it again," he growled against her mouth, feral and savage since that was what she wanted. Wanted to see the animal.

[st_oriedqueen]

"Dyson," she growled back, a wild, savage sound that had very little humanity left in it. Enough to slide her hands down his back to grip his ass with fingers and claws, and remember for a heartbeat that she loved him slow and tender, too, before she gave herself completely to filthy, fast, deep fucking.