My whiskers move forward at the sound of her special name for me and at just how fierce she is, even when so easily thwarted.
I hope we can revisit this in a warm nest.
She steps back from me and then gathers her hair at her nape, her shoulders lifted back at an angle a manticorid could never manage and my mind shies away from even thinking about it.
She then moves her arms so they can reach to her lower back. A moment later she turns around to show me. Her nanothread has her hair trapped, but loosely enough she can still move her head.
I growl, hating it.
"It won't brush against me anymore as we run," I grumble.
She snorts. "You want tail pulling privileges and my hair always at your disposal. You are one greedycat."
I purr. "Who says we can't have everything we want in life?"
She snaps her adorable little blunt teeth at me, using one of my own favorite gestures.
"You are lucky I not only like you but that you are usually extremely charming, you giant fur ball."
I chuff, crouch down so she can climb back up and we run again.
My whiskers are still pushed forward as we move away from the thicket. My Ree is clever and now she has me thinking of tail pulling.
And herkiss.
And the feel of her legs squeezing my cock as she moaned before we left our warm nest.
I also want to figure out why my purr made her so excited when she was against me in the tree. It hasn't affected her like that at other times.
It's all one giant, delicious mystery begging me to unravel it.
Preferably I will have her begging mevery, very soon.
I want to know how different she tastes between her legs. It's thrilling that she's wet there. Males of my species are the ones who provide the lubrication.
The thought of our juices mingling and easing my passage as I slide into her as many times as it takes for her to flower for me makes me want to scale a tree and see if her nanothread will let me tear through it.
As much as I love a good chase, I might die if I don't find out soon if she can accommodate my size.
My mind is running different scenarios when I hear a branch break. A long draw of air lets me know it's a hunter.
She leans forward so she's closer to my ear. "What's wrong?"
"Genali," I whisper back.
I move the opposite direction.
"Wait. They're too close to Silver."
"She's hidden well. I'll get you safe first."
I gather myself to run, but she slides off of me.
"No," I hiss out. "They're too close"
"I won't leave her," she tells me as she pulls the gun out of one of her many suit pockets.
It flops awkwardly in her hands while she tries to figure out a way to hold it steady and get her finger near the oddly angled trigger.
