Guided by instinct and a willingness to embrace this new aspect of their relationship, Mary bent forward, her lips seeking out the tip of Buster's member. She gingerly licked the sensitive area, tasting the unfamiliar musk that flavored his arousal. Her actions emboldened him, and he groaned softly, tilting his hips to give her better access.
Mary's probed deeper, her tongue circling around the head and then slowly sliding down the hard length. She noticed the difference, but the novelty didn't dampen her enthusiasm. Instead, it fuels her curiosity and desire, bringing their intimacy to unprecedented depths.
As Mary tasted the unfamiliar flavors of Buster's arousal, her own excitement mounted. She bobbed her head, taking more of him into her mouth, her hand maintaining a steady pace as she teased the length of his member with her tongue.
The sensations coursing through Mary were overwhelming, the mingling of her own arousal and the novel experience of pleasuring her transformed companion. As she worked her magic, she felt Buster tense, his breathing becoming shallow and quick. She could sense his impending release, and instead of pulling away, she tightened her grip and increased the tempo of her ministrations.
In that moment, their connection was absolute, as if they were one being experiencing ecstasy. Mary's own climax approached rapidly, her body trembling with anticipation. She clenched her fists, digging her nails into the sheets as she rode the waves of pleasure washing over her.
Buster, unable to hold back any longer, let out a guttural cry, his body convulsing as he climaxed powerfully. His canine instincts merged with his newfound humanity, resulting in a forceful eruption unlike anything either of them had ever experienced. His seed shot deep into Mary's throat, the warmth spreading through her, filling her with a sensation she'd never imagined possible.
Mary swallowed, unable to resist the urge despite the volume and intensity of his orgasm. The strange and unexpected nature of it only added to the thrill, making their union feel even more intimate. As the last spasms subsided, they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in sync.
For a few moments, they simply lay there, basking in the afterglow of their shared climax, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Mary clung to Buster, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her fingers threading through his hair. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, a testament to the bond they now shared.
Buster, too, held her tightly, his own hands roaming over her back, savoring the feel of her skin against his.
As the intensity of their post-climactic bliss began to wane, Mary and Buster gradually returned to reality. Their hands continued to wander, exploring every curve and contour of their bodies, familiarizing themselves with the tactile symphony of their naked skin.
Buster's hands traced the gentle slope of Mary's back, pausing to knead the tension from her shoulders. He marveled at the softness of her skin, the way it contrasted with the strength he could feel beneath. Meanwhile, Mary's fingers traced the lines of muscle on Buster's chest and arms, memorizing the texture of his human skin, the strength hidden within.
They lay there, lost in the quiet intimacy of the moment, occasionally stealing soft kisses as their hands continued their exploratory dance.
As time passed, the glow of the moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft, ethereal light upon their entwined figures. Sleep began to beckon, a peaceful respite from the whirlwind of emotions that had swept them up earlier.
Gently, Buster extricated himself from the nest of blankets and pillows, mindful not to disturb Mary. He retrieved a blanket from the foot of the bed and draped it carefully over her, ensuring she would stay warm throughout the night. Then, he settled back beside her, positioning himself in a way that allowed him to maintain contact, his arm looping around her waist.
Mary stirred slightly as he drew her closer, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. She snuggled into his embrace, fitting herself against his side like a puzzle piece, and sighed contentedly. In that moment, they were safe, cocooned in the warmth of their love
As the world outside their bedroom slipped into slumber, Mary and Buster also drifted off to dreamland, their thoughts and dreams entwined as closely as their bodies.