Dance of Mating
The snow leopard takes you by surprise by leaping down from the staircase, landing soundlessly right at the center of the foyer. Your eyes widen in surprise as he takes steady steps toward you, all while your body is frozen in fear. What is he gonna do?
Before I can coax the female leopard within you to run away, the male closes the distance between you two and begins circling around you, body moving swiftly, lean and smooth. He sniffs at your scent while he does so. And when your body remembers to breath again, you inhale some of his masculine scent as well.
The moment you do, this intense need to be dominated by him hits you square in the chest. The need is burning you up like a frenzy, so wild and fast that you feel dizzy. The urge to be claimed in strong, and you feel both equally terrified and intrigued.
His dominating presence warms you up in places you have never felt. Suddenly you find your body reacting overwhelmingly active toward him. As a result, the snow leopard growls, apparently receptive to the warm call of your body. He stops pacing suddenly, stopping right behind you.
Blanched, you quickly turn away from him, not wanting to present your backside. He groans again in response, apparently not appreciating you leaning away from him. He wants you; your body, and he’s not afraid to show it.
“Give in, female. You know you want this,” his voice booms through the air, making you shiver in delight. God, even his voice sounds good. How are you going to resist him?
Written by Stella Purple on 18 September 2017
