The soft padding of large feet echoes through my mind, I can hear it coming closer, closer. Around the bend in that wall, he comes, I can see, definitely male. His two legs, tail, stomach, and chest are covered in fur. It is tawny blonde with some small mocha colored spots across the back and tail. As he pads closer, his “feet”, paws really, lightly touch the floor, clicking faintly as sharpened claws touch.
As the sound reverberates off the ground the view lifts to a lean, muscled chest, dappled with light fur. And higher still, the graceful mixture of leopard and human shows in the face. A small snout with a cute nose and whiskers frame a mouth set with sharp canines and teeth. Large pointed ears stand up strait, catching even the tiniest sounds.
He looks in my direction he catches my gaze with his beautiful eyes and grins. Fear, love, and lust catches in my heart; he can smell it. As he sniffs the air reveling in my senses, I start to grin. But, before I can ruin the moment, he walks towards me and I meet him in the center of the room. Halfway, and that’s all it takes and I am in his arms; so fury and soft. All that fur sliding against my cold, hungry flesh, as we hug.
Ah. My boyfriend, I love him so much, he is so beautiful, so masculine. I watch the way he walks, even in his human skin. Then, his hair is curly and auburn. Just like his mother and father. As we end our hug I look into his lavender eyes and hear him catch his breath, I know he wants me too.
“Brandon, you are so beautiful,” I exclaim softly.
“You too…” is his reply.
I reach a hand out to his hair and pull sharply to expose the warm line of his neck, “Yum, my favorite…”
I lower my face to his neck and bite down to let the succulent blood flow down my throat.
“Thank you, Mon Ami,” I reply, “for loving me.”
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