of sinners and saints

Canttina was a figure of death. She smelled of death, looked of death, and acted like death itself. She killed people and put them into their earthly graves. Yet, she lay within a Cat's paws being groomed and pet. She was a pet. Oh and yes she loved it. To much? Maybe. The woman could not deny some close interaction with a lusty Leopard. It was to hard to resist. As the woman praised Canttina for licking the Wolf growled louder. She nipped at the Leopard's paw and began to lick some more. She enjoyed the feeling, being useful. It was a rush of odd excitement.

As the Leopard pinned Canttina into the snowy ground the Wolf nearly purred with excitement. She ached and began to bubble with lust even more. My, Silverback would kill the Wolf with just emotions. Silver began to speak of her plans some more. Canttina was quite happy the Leopard trusted her enough to spill the beans. So, the Wolfies will be in caves all over the north? The woman enjoyed the idea. The woman pondered the idea of living within a cave of her own. The demon frowned slightly, "Couldn't I stay in my giant thingy that comes up from the ice? Its lice a cave. It has an enclosed bit in it. I have already decorated it." The S.S. cabin was covered in dried blood, bones, and rotten meat. The demon loved it. She really did. Though, if the Cat needed she would move into a cave. She would just have to decorate again. The feline added something which made the woman frown. "Can I at least .. chew on them?"


"Talk!"