The feel of Kinnley's shadows upon her sex quickly eroded her facade. Her body trembled, its struggles growing slow and sluggish. Her head suddenly seemed too heavy to hold up, and was instead laid back with eyes closed. Still she snarled, but now those sounds were intermingled with shaking breaths of pleasure. Each second it seemed her struggles seemed to mimic the motion of Kinnley's shaft; facilitating its unbidden grinding and spreading her legs to press her sex against it. Yet even as her taut body so easily betrayed her, her hear thrashed from side to side, as if trying to escape its body and the pleasure that came unbidden up her spine.<br/><br/>At the first thrust the werewolf howled into its gag, a throat-rending noise that quickly dissolved into animistic crooning and whimpers. Her bite was met with another pained cry but was quickly forgotten under the crashing waves of ecstasy that flooded her mind each time Kinnley thrust her marvelous tool. All strength and bravado had seeped from the mighty werewolf, who became a whimpering needy thing thoughtlessly rolling her hips to meet those of her new owners. It took little time at all, her passion growing each moment, for her to clench down on the ever-shifting shadow and howl in orgasm only to be swiftly remade into a writhing beast in heat upon Kinnley's shaft.<br/><br/>Beside the pair her sister looked on, lost in the battle between body and mind. Even as she wordlessly pleaded for her sister, her sex was visibly slick and she squirmed in an effort to grind her thighs together.