Oana leads Anton to a large open space a ways from the waterfall. The space was a rough circle covered in grass and tiny plants. Light came through the trees above them.

Oana turned to Anton. "Um, can you turn around please?" She made a spinning motion with her finger.

Anton smiled shyly and nodded before turning around. He cringed at the sound of cracking bones. If he hadn't heard and seen it from the other Morphers in the past few days, he would've thrown up with the transformation being so close.

After a few minutes, the cracking sounds stopped, but Anton knew better than to turn around yet. Oana taught him that it was polite to wait until they gave him permission to turn around and look at them. This was the first time he was going to be able to see Oana's form.

He felt a warm nuzzle poke his hand making it rest on top of a medium-sized dark brown head. He looked down to see a dark brown, shaggy world standing beside him. The wolf came up to his shoulder. He smiled a the familiar bright blue eyes staring back at him as he slowly ran his fingers through the soft coat. He felt the now-familiar pull in his stomach as he watched Oana's eyes close and her tail wagging back and forth.

After a few moments, Oana's eyes opened again and she let out a soft whine and bounced backward so she was a few feet away from him. She spun in a circle and whined at him when he didn't move.

"What?" Anton asked confused. He couldn't understand her.

Oana pounced in front of him then pounced backward.

Anton, finally figuring out what she wanted, shook his head and laughed. He straightened up. "All right, but I'm warning you I'm fast." He lunged at her but fell straight on his face. Oana was right above him looking down with her head cocked to one side. Anton laughed and stood up quickly before he chased after her.

They ran around for a while until Anton became tired and fell down on his back in the middle of the field. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt something lay on his stomach. Opening his eyes, he saw Oana's brown head laying on his stomach, her blue eyes staring at him. He reached forward and ran his fingers through her fur, smiling as she began to close her eyes.

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A couple of hours later, Anton slowly opened his eyes. He looked down and was surprised to see a blonde head resting against his stomach instead of the brown fur. His eyes traveled more and noticed that she was completely naked.

His eyes snapped up to the leaves above him. Oana started to stir and sat up. Anton met her eyes. The familiar pull was still strong in his stomach. "Oana," he started. "You're," he trailed off.

She looked down at herself and then back up at him. She surprised him as she started to straddle his waist. "Do you not like what you see?"

Anton nodded quickly. He couldn't help his eyes as they traveled down her body, capturing every detail of her perfect body. "I do," he breathed out. He forced his eyes back up to her face. "Oana, do you feel it too?"

She bent down closer to him. "I do."

His hands moved as if on their own as they ran up over her thighs and stopped right below her ass. "Are you sure about this, Oana? I'm not like you. What will your father think?"

Oana rolled her eyes. "I have never had this feeling with anyone. I have never been able to feel the spark that my parents had." She laid down her head on his chest. "I do not care that you cannot morph. I do not care what my father will think." She ran her hand over his core and up to his chest. "I will be honest, I thought that the spark was wrong. That I was feeling this way because you were foreign and new and exciting, but I was wrong." She looked up at him. "The fact that you feel the spark as well is enough for me. The spark doesn't lie."

The pull in his stomach was getting stronger with every word that she said. If she didn't care, then he didn't. He leaned up and crashed his lips to hers. He could feel her heat through his pants making his member harder than it already was.

She separated from him and started to place kisses over his jaw, down his neck, and over his chest. He groaned as she ran her tongue over his muscled core. Her fingers looped into his pants. Her eyes looked up at him with a pleading expression.

He leaned up on his elbows and smirked at her. "Do whatever you want, Oana," his voice dropped.

Her eyes lit up as she pulled down her pants and wrapped her hand around his cock. He moaned as he watched her take her tongue and drag it up from his base and around his tip. Her mouth was hot and wet as her lips surrounded him. "Fuck," he moaned as he threw his head back and closed his eyes.

"Keep your eyes on me," she ordered him.

His cock jumped at the command. He never thought that he'd like it if the woman took control, but fuck, he did. He picked his head up and met her eyes. Once she was satisfied that he wouldn't look away again, she covered his cock again with her mouth. She sucked on him and moved her head up and down.

Anton was getting close. He could feel it. He opened his mouth to warn her when she removed his cock from her mouth. He started to open his mouth when she moved and hovered over him. She motioned for him to sit up and he instantly obeyed her.

Oana wrapped her arms around his neck. She started to place gentle kisses over the curve of his neck. Suddenly, she bit him hard as she filled herself with him. He cried out in both pain and pleasure. His hands gripped onto her hips as she started to rock on him. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders as she picked her head up, her eyes dark with pleasure.

"Did I hurt you?" She asked him.

His grip on her hips tightened as he shook his head. "No, Oana." He leaned forward and ran his tongue over her neck, down her chest to stop at her right breast. She moaned as he twirled his tongue around her nipple. He ran his teeth over her, testing to see if she would like it and she did. Her hands snaked up to his hair and gripped onto him as he bit down lightly on her nipple.

"Oh, yes," she moaned as she arched into him. Her hips started to rock faster against him. She started to clench on him causing even more pleasure to go through him. She pulled his head up to her and crashed her lips onto his.

They were both close to finishing. He rammed his hips up to meet her hips causing little moans to fall out of her mouth. He swallowed every single one of her moans. He had never felt anything like this before. The connection between them was perfect. The fact that they instantly knew what each other would get off on without even talking about it was perfect.

Oana pulled away from him and leaned her forehead against his. "Do not pull out, Anton." He loved hearing his name on her lips. "I want to feel all of you. I want to come around your cock."

Anton groaned as he nodded. "I won't pull out." He threw his head back and moaned loudly as Oana bit him in the same spot as before again. This time, he felt fangs penetrate his skin. "Fuck," he groaned through clenched teeth as he came. He felt her clench around him before hearing a sigh come from her.

They slumped against each other for a while before pulling back. Oana chuckled as she pressed a soft kiss on his lips. Anton reached up to where she had bit him and ran his fingers over it.

"That is my mark," she explained to him.

He smiled. "Am I able to give you a mark?"

She started to run her hands through his hair. "Not like what I gave you. But," she pulled his head back and ran her tongue over his neck. "You can give me any mark that you like. Mine and your scent are already mixed together. By me giving you my mark, every female will know that you are mine and every male will know that I am yours."

"Good," he groaned as she started to nip his skin. He started to move her hips against him again causing her to chuckle.

She sat up. "Wanting another round?"

"Fuck yes." He flipped them over so that this time he was in control.