as he moved his hips against hers, he had to tilt his head slightly upwards to
feel the nape of her neck with his mouth. Sheila rolled onto her back,
spreading her legs and wrapping her arms around him, her tail curling around
his back. Her paw is almost the size of my […]
crossed the few steps to the bed, he found his mouth dry. “At least you know
what I do for a living,” she said, sitting down and unfolding herself across
the bed. She rolled to face him and stretched powerfully, her nipples pressing
into the almost-transparent cloth. Gren was embarrassed (almost […]
“I wouldn’t think a place like this could afford sheets this good,” he
said, feeling the fabric underneath him. It was a muted, deep burnt orange and
felt soft as silk but thicker, less slippery.
“They can’t,” she said. Her voice was […]
suggested, an extremely comfortable place to get to know each other better. As
they went to the door, he hung back with his gang for a few seconds, just out
of her earshot. “You got her,” one of them said, laughing.
“No, but I will in about […]
shops–she made and sold clothing and linens. “You make the dress you’re
wearing?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, turning towards him a little and straightening up,
pulling the cloth a little tighter. “Do you like it?”
“It’s beautiful,” he said, wondering how […]
One of his friends followed his glance. “You really think you could take
something like that on, don’t you?” he said.
“You know it,” Gren replied. His friend didn’t say the obvious–if Gren
was so confident, why hadn’t he approached her before? […]
young rabbit was still a virgin, but he might make up what he lacked in
experience with sheer enthusiasm. She hoped so; it would be nice to have
someone to keep coming back to. She hadn’t found very many of those.
She sat down on the bed, […]
crossed to the dresser, picking up the amulet. She put it on and faced the
window, then grasped it with one paw. The bag disappeared in a silent white
flash, wind carrying the ash onto the street below.
She should have stopped herself, of course; he hadn’t […]
sensation seemed to have stopped. How long had she been at him? Hours? It
couldn’t have been more than ten minutes…. The last thing he saw, or thought
he saw, was the beautiful tigress opening his belly with one claw and shoving
her pretty face against his ribs, snapping them away to […]
avoided their presence.
Of course, none of them were looking for girls who wanted to be around
them all that long anyway. Right now, they were looking at a group of women
nearby, all human, some fairly attractive. Some of their questing stares
returned with smiles, others […]
wanted to scream loudly, attracting attention–she’d have to stop then, whoever
came could get him to a healer…. His now- fingerless hands could not grab
the negligee; he pawed at it desperately, then beat the stumps against the
tigress’ head as she chewed. She ignored it; when he finally realized there
was […]
simply moved her legs so his feet were between her knees and stretched,
grinding his ankles together and reducing his movement to pitiful struggles as
she ripped away more flesh. After a moment he froze, trying desperately to
clear his head through the pain. He couldn’t be so completely at her mercy.
[…]
them out but chewing casually. She reached out with one hand as she swallowed
and pushed the negligee further back into his mouth, filling it up completely;
he couldn’t even work it out with his tongue.
She rolled him onto his side like a toy and clasped him […]
and he stared at it in disbelief. Then the reserves of calm he had left
evaporated as he felt Sheila’s fangs scrape along bone. He started to whimper
when he heard her swallow.
The tigress lifted her face from the ruins of his shoulder, her muzzle
dripping […]
body out across his once more.
She started to suck at the blood. “Dammit, get off me!” Gren said loudly.
She embraced him, the arm holding the negligee coming up behind his head and
pinning it against her neck. She pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around
[…]