She kept shifting, little by little, until she was almost in Toho’s lap – She could feel the warmth of his skin against hers, the change in temperature from one extreme to the other leaving goose bumps over her skin. It was almost as if Toho was like one the animals he could change into, the little sounds reminding Damita of the cougar – And while the cougar had frightened her, it had been nothing like the bear.<br/><br/>And she could only hope, in her long life ahead, she never had to ‘meet’ that form of Toho ever again.<br/><br/>She smiled happily as he pressed his forehead against hers, a giggle given as he spoke. “I am not amazing,” She denied, her hands busily smoothing down over his neck, digits slowly exploring his hot torso. Feminine fingertips sought out masculine nipples, imitating his earlier actions by rubbing her fingers over them ever so gently. She teased those little nubs, wondering if he derived as much pleasure as she did from the simple act.<br/>