In Your Arms Shifting Method Novels & Stories

I froze in place, my heart hammering in my chest. "My arms?" I had the bottle of sunscreen back in my hands in an instant, squirting out another glob of it before warming it up between my palms. Starting with her left hand, I worked my way back up her body to her shoulder. This was nice in a different way because I could still grind myself into her while better controlling the pressure by changing the angle of her arm. It let me easily edge myself, without fear of making a big mess and bringing this whole experience to an awkward ending.

“You get shaky when you come.” Her arms tighten around my shoulders. Her chest presses closer into mine, and her nipples brush lightly against my skin with every uneven breath she takes. Then my fingers begin to move again. Slow strokes. Steady pressure. Each motion rubs over that hidden place inside her. Again. And again. Her breathing grows heavier with every movement. Her hips shift slightly as if her body is trying to follow the rhythm of my hand. Each stroke pushes her a little closer. “Just… don’t edge me this time,” she breathes softly. “I don’t think I can take that again.”

He uses just the very tips of his fingers to slowly tease their way down my arms until his hands reach mine and close around them. “When you go to swing, keep a slight spring in your knees as you bend. Adjust your stance just a little.” He uses the cage of his arms he has around me to rotate me slightly. When he speaks again, his lips are right on my ear. I shudder, and I can feel his smile. “Hinge slightly at the hips and then … release.” We move together, finishing the setup with the final swing. He doesn’t back away once we’re done, and I don’t want him to.

“If you’re flat, you’re slow.” I adjusted, watching his eyes skim over me in quick, deliberate assessments. He moved behind me. “If someone grabs you—” His arm locked loosely around my waist, drawing me back against him. His breath was warm against my temple. “Shift, break the hold. Don’t freeze.” I followed the movement, twisting out. He caught my wrist before I got too far, pulling me back into position. “Again.” We repeated it until I could feel the shape of him behind me without looking. The next time, his hand slid from my hip to my ribs as he corrected me, his voice low. “Keep your elbows tight. You leave them open, you’re giving them space to pin you.”

Of course, she’s gorgeous. “That was a great shift,” Greg adds, switching straight into instructor mode. “For your second shift, you two did really well. We’ll work on some meditation techniques to speed it up, and we’ll get you shifting mid-fight too. Eventually, you’ll be able to shift on the move like a pro.” He smirks.

Maybe it is more serious than I expected it to be. With that thought, I shifted my hand to extend towards her body before circling her waist and pulled her closer while turning her body to lay on her side with her back facing me and my hand shifted from her waist to her neck as a pillow. She stared at me with a shocked look when I shifted her but didn't leave my hand and at present, she laid still in my arms while my other hand is still in her hold. "You can do it comfortably now." I whispered leaning closer before closing my eyes and smiled when she shifted to the hand that is as her pillow now to massage and I closed my hand on her stomach as it is free to move.

"Argh, what the fuck? Let me go!" I scream at them. The pain in my arm throbbing like a drum. This can't be good for the healing process. I struggle to keep my balance while I'm wailing my good arm to try and free myself. "Oh no you don't, we won't hurt you, so long as you answer our questions and don't do anything stupid." I stop my movements. There's two of them and one of me. It'd be a miracle if I was to ever survive this.

I ask. “You have to arc the energy back down your arm. Think of it like driving a car. If you turn the corner but it’s not tight enough, you’ll hit a curb. That was your shoulder lighting on fire. If you turn too tightly, you’ll also hit a curb, or in this instance, your underarm or chest would have lit on fire. It takes practice to arc the energy in just the right motion to go back down your arm. Try again,” she says. “You’re doing very well,” Ajax encourages.

She mutters quietly, “Okay, Callie. Lead the way.” She feels Callie guiding her, and follows. In essence it was like what they’d just done, but this was allowing Callie’s body out instead of her personality. Callie was telling her what to expect, how half-shifting is usually less complicated than a full shift. But with her being pregnant and this being her first shift it was probably still going to be very painful. She starts focussing on her arms, and how they should be wings.

He changed the song that was playing and a slow unknown music started to play. He walked away from me, humming and swaying his hips to the song. Then he suddenly moved his legs wide and stretched out his one arm, starting with a wavy motion of the arms. I couldn't properly watch that fascinating movement of arms cause more of my attention went in between his thighs.