Akiada starts to try to protest and convince Christina to let him keep his current form, but it's muffled and lost as he feels her hand on his head and then is swiftly pushed inside. The powerful, heady scent of Christina's sex quickly makes it hard for the wolf to think clearly, his keen nose ensuring he gets a very thorough dose of it. Murring deeply the wolf squirms and rubs himself against the smooth, slick interior walls, no longer seeming to care about what plans she may have for him.