Tell Me a Secret

His observation was intriguing and the woman laughed, her scarlet eyes lifting at the corners. "I was with a woman earlier in the evening. I was almost with two, but one had a stroke of conscience." She didn't mind that the second woman had declined the offer of pleasure. Some people just let their inhibitions rule them. Fel's eyes gleamed and she leaned conspiratorially into the nameless man. "Do you want to know what I did to her?"

The man began nibbling his way down the side of her neck and the marbled woman practically purred with pleasure. She was made to be loved and worshiped, but she was also made to worship and love. She could feel his frustration and felt it even as he gave up his nibbles and leaned into her. His next words brought another gleam of enjoyment into the slender woman's gaze. He wanted what the woman had had, eh? Very well then. "As you wish," she purred, bowing her head ever so slightly in acceptance.

"First," she began in her silken tones. "I lowered her to the sand." With gentle motions and pressure from body and paws, she helped the man recline upon the onyx sand. She prompted him to lay upon his back. The woman then stood over him, the muted light from the night sky behind plunging her body into darkness. "Then I began like this." Fel started at the brutes silvery blue cheek. Her teeth and tongue gently began to pull through his fur. She groomed him, her actions sweet and slow. It was meant to put him into a state of relaxation. "She very nearly fell asleep as I worked my way down her neck to her chest, but she soon woke up." The siren's voice was a whisper as she worked, dragging her teeth through the fur of his neck, then chest. As she did so, Fel gently ran her pads and claws along the man's sides.

"By the time I got to her stomach, she was breathing heavily and her eyes were clouded with lust." With one long lick, Fel dragged her tongue upwards from mid stomach to chest. She kept her eyes on the slate mans face, watching each reaction that she elicited from him. "After her stomach..." no doubt he would feel her hot breath on his lower bits, which was exactly what she wanted. "I went in for the kill. By the end, she screamed my name." Ah, but he wouldn't. He couldn't. It didn't even matter.

Then she went in for the kill a second time that night, tongue flicking over her bottom lip in anticipation of the following act.

-Fade and time skip to after the act-