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“You? You’re so gentle and kind! I’ve met savage. You’re not it.”

“Not savage like the beasts who drug and trap women. Savage like the Kings who would chase their mates through the dunes, catching them and marking them with love bites, rutting into them so that the air echoed with the sounds of their passion.Thatkind of savage.”

“I don’t think humans are meant to be bitten like Servali Queens,” Nessa cautioned, but her voice was a moan as he worked his digits into the soles of each delicately arched foot.

He was enchanted with her short round toes, her sweetly curved calves, and then he reached her thighs, and his cock seemed to turn to steel instead of flesh. Every bit as soft and yielding as he imagined.I want to be buried between them. First my face. Then my paws and tail. And finally, feel them lockedaround my hips as she takes my length until I swell inside of her, keeping her with me.

“Maybe not bitten. How about licked?” He dared to run his long, textured tongue against her calf.

NO MAN HAD EVER GONEdown on her. That would mean something beyond selfish, pleasure-seeking dates. That would mean love and time.

“Please,” she wheezed out, afraid to agree, afraid to miss the chance.

She didn’t know what would happen next, but she expected it to be short-lived and followed by demanding thrusts, even though Kamau didn’t seem demanding in the slightest.

“Hard to learn new tricks,” she muttered as Kamau kissed his way across her knee.

“I know I have never pleasured a human before, but I can learn,” he whispered.

“I’ve never been pleasured like this, so I can learn, too.”

“What?” Kamau looked up at her, frowning. “You have not had—”

“I have had lovers. But... not really what you’d call a lover. More like someone who used me to make himself feel good, so the idea that you want to make me feel good first is new. And I’m into it,” Nessa smiled.

Kamau’s ears flattened, which pulled her heartstrings into a full symphony. “How could he resist? I don’t understand human men,” he grumbled—and then he stopped talking for a few minutes.

Her thighs were his dessert. He traced water droplets and rivers across them as he kissed and nuzzled his way to her core, parting her legs to roll her wet clinging panties down, letting outa purr so loud that she could feel her nerve endings ignite as he revealed her pussy.

“Ohhh, Bastet. You are so gorgeous! And so many little folds, like the petals of a flower. Are all of them equally sensitive?” he asked, eyes glowing greenish-yellow as he rested his muzzle against her mound.

“N-no. I don’t know,” Nessa blurted, realizing that she knew exactly how to get herself off, but she didn’t waste much time experimenting and exploring.

Kamau ran a digit lightly over the seam of her pussy, parting her thick outer lips to expose her secrets. “So soft,” he marveled. “The softest, sweetest little pussy I could imagine—only better. I never imagined something so beautiful and so delicious was hiding here.”

Nessa felt her nerves evaporate as he looked up at her with enraptured eyes. It was hard not to smile at the excitement in his tone—but her back began to complain just as he began to stroke her outer lips. “I don't think I can sit up for this long without something behind me,” she whispered, hating to ruin the moment.

“Then let’s rinse off and put you in bed. I can serve you there just as well,” Kamau said at once, picking her up and laying her against his chest while he tapped buttons on the wall with his free paw.

Nessa made a choked noise as the water drained and the shower formed around them again, and she saw what Kamau had been hiding under the bubbles.

His cock was long and thick, easily ten inches, maybe more. To her relief, she saw that the nubs started about halfway down, meaning that she could enjoy the “meshing” he mentioned without taking the whole length.

I hope...

Chapter Seven

Kamau knew he shouldn’t have shown her how the automatic fur drying setting worked. He was fluffy as a newborn cub instead of sleek and manly—and she... She was glowing. A goddess lying naked on black sheets, breasts cradled in one arm, legs falling open as he prowled up the bed to taste her.

Well. She’s not laughing. Perhaps I don’t look silly.

He pressed his muzzle against her pussy with a long, soft kiss, nose dancing at the closeness of her scent.

His tongue ached to burrow into her, but instead, he began with sweeping laps, finding each fold, sucking her petals into his mouth, and daring to tease the thick nub that gathered them together between his sharp teeth. To his happy surprise, that little trick made Nessa groan and grind her pussy against his mouth.

“May I enter?” he asked between long licks that were gaining in speed.

“Fuck me?” she asked, voice hitched in pleasure.

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