“Dear God. That was bestiality! How you could let it…”
It wasn’t bestiality, but if I told her that, I would have to explain what it actually was. Or…
I moved so quickly she couldn’t avoid me. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my nose in the silk of her white-blonde curls. “I could show you,” I whispered and ran my tongue over her ear. “Then you would understand. The feel of soft fur against your naked skin. A hot, throbbing cock plumbing your passage. Sharp teeth nipping at the spot where blood is pulsing just below your skin. You’d know I could tear you to ribbons, but you’d trust me enough not to hurt you. Ah, let me show you, my dear. You’ll love it, I promise.”
She angled her head away to stare dazedly into my eyes. Her lips were parted, and her tongue darted out to moisten them. With a groan I lowered my mouth to hers, and once again I tasted the honey she had used in her tea.