’ ‘I see.’ Jonathan looked more titillated than angry, bless his patient heart. ‘In any event, Agnes, I cannot help but feel I set the stage f...r something like this to occur sooner or later, particularly while you remain single. But I must say I had not anticipated what you have told me about Irene.’ ‘I do not blame you at all,’ I repeated. ‘Perhaps you were as powerless against all this as I was, Elizabeth, you and your hunger. The hairy ones are the horny ones, after all!’ ‘I’ll drink to. It was far enough off the beaten path to never see another person. Her retreat was very well appointed with all the amenities. She lay nude upon a large, flat rock in the sun, her curvy body glistening in the late Summer sun. She often roamed naked. Her life was ordered and controlled, so when she had free time, she often retreated here alone, to lose control, and be free of the life which confined her. Lana Baxter had long beautiful chestnut brown hair, which she kept upswept in a strict bun. Her back arched. Her singed tail twitched. The crisping black covering her skin retreated. Pale flesh swept across her skin, growing pink and alive.I landed beside her, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Zanyia!”The cat-girl’s golden eyes fluttered open. I collapsed to my knees beside her. She wasn’t dead. She survived. I seized her and pulled her to my body, burying her face between my breasts. I hugged her tight as my wings fluttered.“Mmm, this is a wonderful thing to wake up to,” Zanyia said,. I stretch languorously and roll onto my back to give you better access. The palm of your hand rubs slow, lazy circles upon my belly, soothing and intimate. There are nights you do this and it lulls me to sleep, safe and warm in your love. Not so tonight. Tonight, the caress awakens deeper desires, basic and primal, feeding needs and urges that will only be satisfied with one outcome. I hear your breathing change in the darkened gloom as you realise I am awake and intent on you. Yours quickens.