and sensitive that the slightest brush of his skin against them made me squirm with desire.
My hands, caressing the sleek, smoothness of his skin, felt coarse fur sprouting under my fingers, growing impossibly fast like the time-lapse film of a flower unfurling. I looked up into Balam’s face as his nose flattened, his teeth elongated, and his green-gold eyes took on a feral expression that should have terrified me ... but instead aroused me to the point of no return.
I could smell the scent of our arousal in the air: an earthy, musky smell as heady and intoxicating as the fragrance of expensive perfume or melting chocolate. I felt myself growing warm and so wet I thought I’d die if he didn’t fuck me then and there. But Balam had other ideas.
“Wait.”
He ran that gloriously rough tongue across my breasts again, then moved lower, tracing a path down my stomach to my hips, flicking the sensitive area around each hip bone, taking tiny tastes of my flesh with gentle bites. He ran his fingers/claws down to my legs, teasing the soft skin of my inner thighs while his mouth and tongue traced a warm path between.
I moaned and arched into his mouth as he explored my most sensitive parts, tongue plunging inside me and lapping at my clitoris with a smooth, steady rhythm guaranteed to drive me crazy.
“Now.” I reached down lower and took his shaft in one hand. No fur, just a hot, thick, throbbing cock. Mine , I thought as I carefully guided him to my center, feeling the tip pushing against me.
“ Yes. Yours.” With one sudden movement, Balam thrust inside me, filling me completely. I screamed as I came, the sound deepening even as it came out of my mouth, lengthening, coarsening to the bellowing roar of a jaguar.
Balam suddenly bit down on my neck, teeth closing around my jugular in a grip that meant business. I gasped, then growled again and dug my nails into his back, nails now curved in deadly talons that could take chunks out of a bowling ball.
Balam withdrew from me and I laughed with a primal joy as I felt my body changing, shifting, and morphing into something wild and ferocious, strength coursing through my body. I lifted a hand to see rough yellow-brown fur, patterned with rosettes replacing my skin. Half hand, half paw, finishing the morph into paw even as I watched.
“Do you like it?” Balam, now in totally in his jaguar form, hunkered down next to me.
I grinned at him, an open-mouthed jaguar grin giving him the answer he sought, my tail ( tail? ) lashing back and forth with excitement.
“Shall we swim?”
“Oh, yes!” I took off like a shot, reveling in the feeling of strong muscles propelling me towards the enticing crystalline water. I felt rather than saw Balam ( Nagual? ) catching up with me, racing along at my side. We both reached the lake at the same time, plowing into the water like two feline cannonballs.
It felt like cool liquid silk, like heaven.
We played in the water like frolicking cubs, leaping on each other to see who could duck whom under the water, racing from one side of the lake to the other, then back again just because we could.
After we swam Balam took me for a run in the jungle, letting me stretch my muscles and stamina. I reveled in the power and grace of my feline form—and the beauty of my companion. At one point he outpaced me, vanishing amongst the dense foliage. I ran after him, then stopped, disoriented and suddenly frightened he’d left me along in this strange place. I let out a mournful call that echoed through the trees. Then I was suddenly sideswiped by several hundred pounds of frisky jaguar.
His mouth lolled open in an annoyingly satisfied grin. Both angry and relieved, I growled and swiped at him to let him know I was not amused. He boxed my ears in retaliation, then wrestled me down to the ground until I was on my stomach. His teeth sunk into my nape as he fucked me from behind. Quick but satisfying, although it hurt when he withdrew. Stupid feline
My hands, caressing the sleek, smoothness of his skin, felt coarse fur sprouting under my fingers, growing impossibly fast like the time-lapse film of a flower unfurling. I looked up into Balam’s face as his nose flattened, his teeth elongated, and his green-gold eyes took on a feral expression that should have terrified me ... but instead aroused me to the point of no return.
I could smell the scent of our arousal in the air: an earthy, musky smell as heady and intoxicating as the fragrance of expensive perfume or melting chocolate. I felt myself growing warm and so wet I thought I’d die if he didn’t fuck me then and there. But Balam had other ideas.
“Wait.”
He ran that gloriously rough tongue across my breasts again, then moved lower, tracing a path down my stomach to my hips, flicking the sensitive area around each hip bone, taking tiny tastes of my flesh with gentle bites. He ran his fingers/claws down to my legs, teasing the soft skin of my inner thighs while his mouth and tongue traced a warm path between.
I moaned and arched into his mouth as he explored my most sensitive parts, tongue plunging inside me and lapping at my clitoris with a smooth, steady rhythm guaranteed to drive me crazy.
“Now.” I reached down lower and took his shaft in one hand. No fur, just a hot, thick, throbbing cock. Mine , I thought as I carefully guided him to my center, feeling the tip pushing against me.
“ Yes. Yours.” With one sudden movement, Balam thrust inside me, filling me completely. I screamed as I came, the sound deepening even as it came out of my mouth, lengthening, coarsening to the bellowing roar of a jaguar.
Balam suddenly bit down on my neck, teeth closing around my jugular in a grip that meant business. I gasped, then growled again and dug my nails into his back, nails now curved in deadly talons that could take chunks out of a bowling ball.
Balam withdrew from me and I laughed with a primal joy as I felt my body changing, shifting, and morphing into something wild and ferocious, strength coursing through my body. I lifted a hand to see rough yellow-brown fur, patterned with rosettes replacing my skin. Half hand, half paw, finishing the morph into paw even as I watched.
“Do you like it?” Balam, now in totally in his jaguar form, hunkered down next to me.
I grinned at him, an open-mouthed jaguar grin giving him the answer he sought, my tail ( tail? ) lashing back and forth with excitement.
“Shall we swim?”
“Oh, yes!” I took off like a shot, reveling in the feeling of strong muscles propelling me towards the enticing crystalline water. I felt rather than saw Balam ( Nagual? ) catching up with me, racing along at my side. We both reached the lake at the same time, plowing into the water like two feline cannonballs.
It felt like cool liquid silk, like heaven.
We played in the water like frolicking cubs, leaping on each other to see who could duck whom under the water, racing from one side of the lake to the other, then back again just because we could.
After we swam Balam took me for a run in the jungle, letting me stretch my muscles and stamina. I reveled in the power and grace of my feline form—and the beauty of my companion. At one point he outpaced me, vanishing amongst the dense foliage. I ran after him, then stopped, disoriented and suddenly frightened he’d left me along in this strange place. I let out a mournful call that echoed through the trees. Then I was suddenly sideswiped by several hundred pounds of frisky jaguar.
His mouth lolled open in an annoyingly satisfied grin. Both angry and relieved, I growled and swiped at him to let him know I was not amused. He boxed my ears in retaliation, then wrestled me down to the ground until I was on my stomach. His teeth sunk into my nape as he fucked me from behind. Quick but satisfying, although it hurt when he withdrew. Stupid feline
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