Tempt Me Serpent

. . .


It was incredible. It was the stuff of her dreams - seeing and hearing this magnificent creature. For all she knew she was sleeping. This was simply a dream walk sent to her by the heavens to make up for all they had put her through here on his earth. She had had a night with a wolf once, and it had pleased her enough to make her wonder if she would still find herself alluring to other cats. She hadn't seen it as lowering herself or anything. She had let a worthy mortal, touch a goddess, and while it was a great blessing to them, it could never subtract from her glory. It had made her wonder though, if it would go so far as to twist her tastes. It had been a foolish, momentary notion. The presence of this black stranger proved that whatever she might find entertaining in mutts was left far behind at the first glance of a real male.

She caught her breath. She realized now why her legs had seemed to buckle. It was her instincts kicking in. She had been already crouching for him. Her animal roots knew their business and she could not deny this proud example of feline masculinity anything. She was a last female of a dying race, and duty mingled with instinct and pleasure. She was most disappointed that it was not her season of fertility. All of a sudden the impossible was possible, but no no she was getting ahead of herself. Terribly ahead of herself.

She was just gathering herself for a response when the male took another step and her mind blanked once more. She couldn't believe it. This wasn't like her at all. The male had just said that yes he could speak her language - just in time for her to forget every word she'd ever heard.