I’ll save that for another time. When I’m alone.
If I get the chance.
My tongue lolls and I push myself to keep pace with him, loving every second of this. Running with abandon without worrying how I look to others, or worrying if I’m sporting wood while doing it, or that my asshole brothers will body slam and Alpha roll me just to be assholes because I’m faster. I don’t have to sandbag it, either. I can run in a way that, despite my time on the run on the way here, I’ve never been able to do with someone else.
Fuck yeah!
I don’t know how long we run but he says, “Need a break yet?”
“Fuck no! I’m good!”
He chuffs and kicks his back legs out in a playful way as he upshifts into yet another gear.
Okay, now I have to pay attention and dig in and focus. The unfamiliar ground isn’t particularly treacherous, but I really don’t want to take an ass-over-tail tumble in front of him and take a hit to my pride in the process.
He glances back again, as if gauging my pace, and lets out another snort. “You’re doing great,” he says. “I have a perfect spot for a break about five minutes ahead.”
“Sure!”
That’ll be about all I have left in me at this speed. Maybe if I hadn’t just spent Goddess knows how long having the best sex of my life I might have more in my tank.
Still, no regrets.
At all.
He starts to slow and then we hit a small clearing where I smell and hear fresh running water. There’s a small stream on the far side and Todd stops next to it, dipping his head to drink without shifting.
So what do I do? I remain shifted too and stick my snout in the cool water.
I also can’t help sneak a peek at his elk cock. Even in its sheath, I can tell it’s…massive. Makes my own want to harden. I know fucking with both of us shifted wouldn’t be possible logistically, and I doubt I could take him shifted if I wasn’t shifted.
Although I’d certainly be willing to give it the good old college try, not that it could ever happen.
He looks at me, that same sexy smirk playing across his lips.
“It would be fun trying though,” he says.
Thank the Goddess for fur because my face would be beet red. “That’s not forbidden?”
His elk brow furrows. “What’s not forbidden?”
“People fucking shifted and human at the same time?”
He snorts, lifting his head and letting out a bugling laugh. “Hell, no. Is there anything wrong with someone in a costume fucking someone not in a costume?”
That confuses me. “Um, no?”
“Then why should two people give a shit what others think about their forms? Logistically, yes, sometimes both need to be human, depending on their shifted form.” He playfully nudges me with his muzzle. “Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to talk Jax into fucking you while he’s shifted so he can knot you while you’re in human form. His knot will have you jizzing and rolling back your eyes every bit as much as the milker did.”
Holy. Shit. My eyes must widen because he laughs again.
“Yeah, I can tell you like that idea.” I realize he’s nodding toward my erection, which there’s no damned way I could hold back now if I tried.
Hell, I’m not even sure how I’m hard again after everything we already did. I’d probably squirt dust.
“Some people don’t want to fuck shifted,” he continues. “Some people only want to fuck shifted. And then some like to mix it up. Bottom line is as long as everyone involved is a consenting adult, who gives a flying fuck what anyone else thinks? We’re people, not bio-animals.”
I’m still speechless as an entire world of experiences I’d never thought possible opens before me.
