The feline portion of the transformation had gifted Danielle and Mark with enhanced senses of smell. Neither could hide their sexual arousal from the other. Danielle remembered what that burning desire to lovingly overpower and penetrate a female was like, but the scent of Mark's arousal only furthered stirred her own new, unfamiliar but thrilling desire to be overpowered and penetrated. Am I really female now, she thought.
A wave of lust swept over Danielle, and suddenly the issue of who--or what--she really was was the farthest thing from her mind. "Make love to me, Mark" she whispered. "Make me your wife." There was a nagging thought at the periphery of her consciousness, but she banished it with an effort.
Danielle felt her husband's strong but gentle fingers carefully but swiftly unbutton her blouse and unclasp her bra. Since both had been clothed since her transformation it was the first time they had seen her new breasts. Mark couldn't keep his hands off them. Danielle thrilled to the new sensations, but she wasn't too overwhelmed to unbuckle Mark's belt and unzip his pants.
Danielle was still a little intimidated by the thought of Mark's penis. The absolute taboo for Dan, as for most straight American men, had always been to touch, or even to openly acknowledge the existence of another man's penis. Now more than anything Danielle wanted to take the penis of the man she loved into her own body, but part of her still hesitated. She closed her eyes and pulled down Mark's pants.
Danielle opened her eyes and saw Mark's erection. It seemed to pulse with masculine power, the power that she wanted to feel inside her. Danielle had never realized before that a penis could be beautiful. She stood again, and looked up into Mark's smiling face and sparkling eyes. He deftly undid her skirt, and for the first time the two stood naked before each other in their new forms.
Mark in Danielle's eyes seemed to exude masculinity and confidence. She realized that Mark was far more of a man in the ways that mattered--strength, honesty, self-knowledge, the willingness to protect his family--than Dan had ever been. Mark demonstrated the power of his feline-human form by scooping his delighted wife into his arms and carrying her to the bed.
There's no turning back now, Danielle thought as she thrilled to Mark's expert manipulation of her new anatomy. I am going to be penetrated, I am going to be fully a woman. She felt Mark entering her, and a great surge of pleasure rose through Danielle's body to her brain. She yowled like a cat and a distant part of her mind hoped she hadn't woken up the children. She clutched his back, and felt her claws come out, although Mark's fur was thick enough to protect him. Then all rational thought ceased.
"Good?" whispered Mark, what seemed like a long time after. "I love you." Danielle whispered back.