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Re: Any/Any, fun with polymorph - FILL (Shadowheart/M!Tav) (1/2)

[(Anonymous)]

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52260574

A/N: Shadowheart is transfem in this, so while she's non-bottom surgery (and there's some polymorph fun with that), the language used for her anatomy is 'clit'

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Cry Wolf

Shadowheart’s new, long, canine ears twitch, pulling backwards as she bares her teeth at Tav and snarls. The moon hangs heavy in the sky, a cold and brilliant and distant light above them, and there’s something crisp and dangerous on the wind. The beach sand feels wrong underneath her newly clawed hands, but the river Chionthar gurgles and spits as it always does.

The smile on Tav’s face widens, off-white teeth glinting in the moonlight like sun-bleached bones. For a moment, if Shadowheart didn’t know any better, she’d say that he had fangs too, sharp and terrible and beautiful.

“Are you going to be a good pup for me,” Tav asks in that low, dangerous voice of his. “Or are you going to make me fight you every step of the way.”

And Tav knows the answer, knows she’s going to fight him every step of the way. Tav knows that’s what she wants, to claw and bite and scratch and howl. Tav knows that she wants to make him earn his victory, that she wants him to struggle for every inch, that she wants him covered in dirt and blood and sweat. But she knows that’s what Tav wants too. She’s seen him under Abdirak’s hands. She knows how he welcomes pain, how he covets it, how he begs for it.

So she lunges at him, sharp teeth bared.

He catches her right in time, hand pressing against her chest and pushing her backwards right before she bites down on the delicate, scarred skin of his forearm. Her jaws snap around nothing but air, drops of spit dripping down onto the sand underneath their feet. Shadowheart hisses, and in the depth of her throat it somehow turns into a growl, deep and terrible as she can make it.

Tav catches her gaze. Shadowheart knows there’s something primeval and animal and furious in her eyes right now, and Tav meets it as an equal. There’s a feral, rageful animal under his skin too. When Shadowheart lunges at him with clawed hands, she sees the strong muscles of Tav’s arm and chest move, rippling under the thick hair and skin and sinew. She barely has time to register what’s happening before she finds herself with her back on the sand, the force of her landing pushing all the air out of her lungs in one exhaled grunt. But there’s no time to rest, only a moment to understand what’s happened before Tav is straddling her, one hand pinning her hands above her head while the other holds her throat. And he doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t press down, but he doesn’t have to. They both know the threat that lies, implicit.

And they both know the threat isn’t real, that all either of them have to do is say two words and this will all be over. All either of them have to do is say night orchid.

But Shadowheart doesn’t want to do that. Right now, she can’t imagine wanting to do that. And from the look on Tav’s face — his eyes blazing and a beautiful, cruel smile on his face — she’s pretty sure he can’t either. She growls, squirms under his weight and his hold, but there’s no budging. Tav laughs, a deep chuckle.

“I’ve fought fiercer beasts than you. Taken them apart, piece by piece.” The hand that’s around her throat moves, just slightly. Just enough so that Tav is cupping her cheek, stroking her gently, like she’s a precious, stupid pet. “And I’ll break you too. You know that, right pup?”

If Shadowheart were her normal self, she’d say something to that. Oh, do I know that?, perhaps. Not if I break you first, maybe. But she isn’t her normal self right now, so she says nothing. Instead, she thinks about the fact that when Tav cups her cheek, his arm is dangerously close to her mouth.

When she bites down, she hears Tav let out a sharp, surprised yelp. Something catches in Shadowheart’s chest — something warm and satisfied and proud — and she keeps pressing her teeth harder into the fragile skin until she can taste blood. The hands around her wrists are have let her go, have released her claws, and she uses the moment of advantage she has to wrap one leg around Tav’s waist, rolling him onto his back on the sand beside her.

Re: Any/Any, fun with polymorph - FILL (Shadowheart/M!Tav) (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

Tav’s breathing is heavy and when Shadowheart straddles him, pins him down against the dirt and bites him again, he lets out a soft, half-bitten back moan. He writhes under her body, twitching and shifting as if he’s trying to throw her off. And Shadowheart knows it’s probably just for show, that Tav could throw her off of him if he really wanted to. But right now, it’s easy to believe.

“You’re fucking untameable. Is that what you’re trying to show me, pup?” Tav’s voice is purred into Shadowheart’s ear, his breath hot against her skin. “A huntress with no equal. What are you going to do with me now you’v got the better of me? Bite me? Knot me? Tear me apart like I would you?”

Tav is wearing clothes neither of them care about, just as planned. It pulls apart easily under Shadowheart’s claws, the sound of tearing fabric loud and sharp in the still, empty night. Even like this — even all animal fury and teeth — the sight of his bare chest takes Shadowheart’s breath away for just a moment. He’s strong muscle and broad shoulders and battle scars she only half-knows the stories of, covered in a pelt of thick, dark hair. And when Shadowheart rakes her claws over his chest — forces hisses and gasps and moans from between his lips — it leaves red marks behind.

The teeth and claws, the ears and tail; those aren’t the only parts of her the polymorph spell changed. When she tears her own clothing apart and lets herself bask bare skinned under the moonlight, she can see the changes to her clit. Instead of its usual shape, it’s all pointed tip, round ridges, a thick knot near its base. It drips as she presses it against Tav’s cock, wet and needy and wanting.

Tav reaches down, wraps his hand around both his cock and her clit, and strokes. His hips arch off the ground towards her and Shadowheart finds herself rocking against him in tandem. Tav’s body is warm to the touch — almost too warm, almost so hot it burns — and Shadowheart can feel herself whimper and whine as Tav strokes them both. She knows her tits are bouncing with each movement, knows her ears are flattening, knows her long furry tail is twitching each time Tav moves his hand.

It feels good. _Really_ good. Wet and tight, Tav’s cock hard and warm against her. He’s looking up at her as if she’s the most wonderful, beautiful woman in the world, and when her clawed hands find his chest and dig in, he only lightly gasps at the pain.

“Gods, look at you,” Tav manages. His voice is breathless and Shadowheart can see the sheen of sweat across his forehead. “Perfect and vicious and beautiful.”

And Shadowheart wants to keep going. She wants to hold Tav down until he can’t take it any more. She wants to bite him on the neck, tear at his flesh, wants to sink herself down onto his cock and ride him until he cries. But his hand feels so good on her and she’s so, so close. Tav must see something — a glint of exhaustion in her eyes maybe — because his hand drops and his legs wrap around her waist and he pushes onto her back once more.

Tav pushes her legs apart, kneels between them, and presses the fingertips of one hand into the skin of her thigh as he bends her in half. His other wraps back around the two of them again, but he doesn’t stroke. Instead, he keeps his hand still, waits for her to whine and mewl beneath him.

“Vicious,” he says, that wicked edge back in his voice. “But not untameable.”

The claw marks on his chest are bleeding, deep red dripping down his torso. Shadowheart can’t keep her eye off them, can’t help but think about what it’d be like to touch them, to lick them, to taste them. He’s still just grinding, still just stroking her clit and his cock at the same time, but with his hips angled like _that_ and his fingers pressing into her thigh as he holds her in place and his body looming over her, it feels like he’s fucking her.

“I want to see you swell,” he says, keeping the rhythm of his hips and hand as he grinds against her. “See your clit twitch as you knot a hole that isn’t there.”

Shadowheart’s clit isn’t so much dripping as _leaking_ now, slick and easy. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest, hear the blood buzzing in her ears. A sound comes from her lips, something that starts as a whimper and ends as a growl as she angles her hips just right, pushing her clit against Tav’s cock.

His eyes flutter shut and he lets out a throaty groan. “_Gods_, that’s it. You're so good for me, little wolf.”

And that’s it. That’s the words that send Shadowheart over the edge. She feels the knot on her clit swell and press against Tav’s cock, knows what’s coming right before it hits her. And it does hit her. She arches her back as she comes, arms reaching up to clasp at Tav’s back, digging claws into his skin one last time. Time slows as her clit pulses, the muscles of her body all tensing at once before they relax, a steam of growls and moans and babbles pouring their way out of her mouth as she squirms underneath Tav. She feels him come with her, thighs shaking and his teeth biting down on the sensitive skin of her neck and his breath hitching.