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I needed to be handled roughly to be able to truly feel myself in my body. Bedroom air muggy with sweat and musk, drenched in cum and covered in bites. I wanted to reek of sex, be told what to do, and be called a good girl. Was that too much to ask? Sex was my best coping strategy,
I had a thing for human women. Most of my past girlfriends had been human. They were so delicate and soft, and fell apart so beautifully when I was in them.
Elora was exquisite, unguarded, introverted and…hurting.
It called to me, woke my stupid-ass saviour complex. A feeling I’d describe as almost fatherly. I wasn’t that old but it made me want to shelter her, baby her like a lion protecting his pride. It would’ve been entirely fatherly if not for the fact that I had the munchies for Elora Webber.
Oh how my lion longed to calm her, to wear her out for once, and watch her body sink into the pillows, stretched out, nothing more than sated kitten mush.
Leonid, who had one of his clawed feet propped up on his knee. For the first time, I noticed that although they were formed like a human’s, they were padded like that of a cat with large, black beans embedded in the light brown fur under his clawed toes. How bloody cute is that?
He is taking care of me, and he remembers my safe foods. Be still my heart.
Ben followed me a short while later, bringing with him the warm musk of his wet fur, the smell of rain, and fresh coffee. If heaven had a scent, I was sure that had to be it.
Some of us hybrid folks not only occasionally visited, but positively resided in sprawling manors in crazy land. No wonder humans sometimes found it hard to come to terms with our existence, or freaked out right alongside us.
More than once I’d been tempted to lock the door, spread her out on the desk, and feast on her sweet little pussy until she fell apart on my tongue. Just to take the edge off. Because I was on that edge every second.
I spent most of my time at home with my cock in hand trying to dislodge the sheer blind need I had for her.
moment, before I could tear my gaze away. What in the world was I supposed to say to that? That he wasn’t bothering me? That he smelled way too hot and could he please stay close so I could rub myself on him? That I wanted to lick him all over to taste his warm, musky scent, have him touch me again and leave more burning paw prints on my body?
I wanted to rub up to him like a cat in heat and bathe in his sweat.
I’d never met a non-human before that I could have imagined myself with. My imagination with sweaty Benny over there? It wasn’t just running wild, oh no. She was rolling on the floor, naked, arse in the air, positively howling in a frenzy to make that perfect male hear her pleas, to take pity on her and end her suffering.
Holy shit, bossy Ben totally did it for me.
My back was broad enough for it, broad enough to carry her world. And I would, by God, I would.
My lion wanted to fight for her, to protect what he felt was his to guard. With his life if need be. Dramatic, much? You bet.
Ben Foster was a piece of art.
All the other women paled in comparison to my kitten. They were lovely and nice and all, but Elora... She was like being surrounded by sunlight, and lying in a field of wildflowers.
Good girl, kitten. Yeah, feast on me like a fucking bee, get drunk on my honey.
I wanted to keep kissing her, keep chasing all the beautiful tiny noises she made, collect them for my stash like a magpie hoards shiny things.
I like you too much, I wanted to say. Because it feels as if a floodlight goes on whenever you enter the room and I want to kiss you every minute of every hour of every day. Want to have you near and for you to never leave me. I need to hear all your little secrets and call you my kitten, want to give you all the orgasms you need and more. Because I need you, Lo, and it drives me up the wall.
No sooner had I thought about him did my cock raise his head out of his furry sheath like a fucking genie from a lamp. You called me, master?
I lived for all the hushed noises he made when we kissed. Colton was fairly loud, too, but it all sounded fake to me, something I’d roll my eyes about. Ben? He carried his heart on his vocal cords.
I was game. I’d make gorgeous sweet cubs with her before she could say Lion. I wanted to breed her, my kitten, stuff her so full of my cock that she tasted me in her mouth. I wanted her to come on my barbs, milk me dry until she was leaking my cum for days.
She was desperate for me, and I would deliver, quench her thirst, make her come a dozen times and turn her into the sweetest kitten mush, before we curled up under my duvet.
There was only her. Panting as she rode me so hard I saw not just stars, but the entire Milky Way before my inner eye.
“I’m not interested in being your daddy, kitten. I want to be your king.”
The kiss that followed almost made me cry. It was the tenderest, sweetest kiss I had ever received. Not just a peck, nor a hot, arousing clash of mouth on mouth. It felt so. Big. Like a cat fitting its large body into a way too tiny box it made itself a home in my chest, and for a moment I didn’t realise that Ben was purring as he kissed me.
