Greta licked her lips at the sight of the hunk of male that stood at her door. She was used to seeing men, most degenerate, old, scarred or drunk but this one. She put out a paw to draw him in.<br/>â€œI see you have need of comfort tonight,â€ she purred, stepping in close enough to see the pounding pulse in his neck. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scents long forgotten, of dust, and life outside the walls of Home. â€œummmm, now that is the way a man should smell. "Come in, Let me bring you through my  door.<br/>Come in, Let me bring enjoyment. Forget the responsibilities that you carry and lay in Gretaâ€™s bed.â€ She lashed her tail around him and settled close to his side. She was gratified that he came so willingly.<br/>The Beastkin held his head aloof as those searching the room, but he didnâ€™t protest as she drew him toward the settee. He stood rigid, still scanning the room but Greta playfully nudged him with her shoulder and invited,<br/>â€œRest. Greta has a little something to help you relax.â€<br/>When the Kuguar frowned and started to protest, Greta ran her paws over his chest, purring and dipping her head coquettishly. He sat on the edge of the cushion. The feline Beastkin ran her head under his hand and the paw tightened convulsively over her soft fur, fondling her white and pink ears in the process.<br/>â€œSomeone has lived a warriorâ€™s life without the creature comforts of a female, I think.â€ She purred, pouring herself onto his lap. She caressed his face, drawing her paws delicately down each quivering whisker on his face. The Kuguar huffed and an involuntary rusty purr started deep in his chest.<br/>Greta straddled the big cat, holding her body just mere inches from actually touching his and rolled her lithe form over his in a mock celebration of love making. She whispered in his ear the joys that awaited in her bed.<br/>â€œIf you are tired from your wanderings, Warrior, Greta will pleasure your body like no one has ever brought you pleasure. My paws are soft and warm. My body moves in ways that most cannot. I will even,â€ she whispered the last bit in his ears.<br/>He swallowed convulsively. His eyes had lost the emerald green and were now dilated wholly black.<br/>â€œWhatever you want, Warrior. You just have to take it.â€