In Your Arms Shifting Method Novels & Stories

“Because if I let go now, I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name so loud the whole citadel knows who you belong to.” He shifted suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach in one smooth, powerful move. I landed on my forearms, ass up, chest pressed to the furs. Before I could push up he was over me—chest to my back, one arm banded around my waist like iron, the other hand fisting my hair to tug my head back until my neck arched.

he said, already walking ahead. That was when I halted. Right—shifting was the best way to go, but shifting would also mean putting Nomea out in the open. “Can’t we just walk back to the academy?” He stopped in his tracks and turned to me in disbelief. “Unless you want to arrive at the academy by dawn, then sure,” he said. “Come on,” he said. “Shifting is the fastest and safest way to get back.” He started removing his clothes, his back muscles flexing. I was mesmerized by the movement. It was the first time I had seen his upper body bare, and goodness, his clothes weren’t doing him any justice.

He shifted, moving his weight more to his right, lifting off his weakened left arm and bracing against her prone body with his knee on the blanket. He knew what would happen, but at this point, there was nothing left to hesitate about. He pushed into her, and she arched up, pulling him down, her hands on his waist, using his body as an anchor. He moved his right arm, placing his right palm above her left shoulder, using himself as a flesh barrier. His arm was the furthest she would move, his knee was the furthest he would move. In that position, he moved his hips forward and back as Marian moaned and grinded against his groin. Lifting herself up to meet him fully.

She was so close, teetering on the edge. He seemed to sense it. He shifted, hooking his arms under her knees, pushing her legs back towards her shoulders, opening her up to him even more profoundly. The new angle was devastating. On the next thrust, he hit a spot so deep, so exquisitely sensitive, that her vision whited out.

She was so close, teetering on the edge. He seemed to sense it. He shifted, hooking his arms under her knees, pushing her legs back towards her shoulders, opening her up to him even more profoundly. The new angle was devastating. On the next thrust, he hit a spot so deep, so exquisitely sensitive, that her vision whited out.

I asked. "Yes, Master," she whispered with a soft smile on her face. I started stripping after she uttered those words. She didn't look away. She didn't shy away from my nakedness like I thought she would. That was progress, I thought happily. "You will get on my back after I shift and then we will go for a run. I need you to put your arms around my neck and hold on to my fur tightly," I instructed before I started shifting. My bones started popping and fur started sprouting from my skin. Shifting came effortlessly to me after all these years. I could remember a time when it used to hurt so much that even the thought terrified me.

Adolph steadied him and turned to his former partner, “A demonstration of what I mean.” The man went on the defensive as Adolph drew his sword and swung at him without much more warning. He landed two strikes against his blade, dodged his thrust, shifted as he turned, and tackled him from behind. The man landed with a thump and Adolph walked off his back before shifting into his human form. “The more time you spend shifting, the more time you spend shifted, the easier it will be to anticipate the way your body will move after your shift. It makes planning your movements in your human form easier.”

I am not going to tuck my tail and hide. There's no point to it now. "Go ahead and get closer to the ground; it will make it easier for you to shift if you are closer to the ground. You will want to be on your hands and knees." He gives me a minute to get into position before he crouches beside me "Emilia, you need to give Athena full control. You will push yourself to the back of your mind and allow Athena to push herself all the way forward. It is going to feel weird at first, awkward.

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Now the notion of shifting felt terrifying. “You're nervous, just breathe,” he said, his voice softening just a fraction. “Fine,” I huffed. It wouldn't work anyway. Best to show him instead. I frowned but did as he said regardless. Inhaling deeply, I let the air reach the depths of my lungs before exhaling. My heartbeat was frantic and the pain in my arm flared randomly. “Focus on the pain in your arm,” he slowly uttered, his words carrying a low gentle tone.