(Back from the dead - sorry for the delay)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">@Xarces</span>:<br/>Nyrwa's mouth is so soft and welcoming, you feel it like a hug of hot, wet pillows - except for the fangs, many and sharp: her tongue protects you from the lower row, but you can feel the upper against your head and your neck - the slightest pressure would easily rend your skin and your flesh, but their touch is almost gentle. The panther's body vibrates of a delighted purr as her tongue gently caresses you cheek, your face, your neck ... Her long, strong tail tightens around your waist, wrapping your legs, its furry tip tickling your feet; with unsuspected ease, it  starts lifting you from the bed, holding you in mid-air. The eager tongue savors your face, your neck, then your chest - you feel it, coarse like a cat's, yet pleasing, you feel the<span style="font-style: italic">need </span>for you... Then, a deep growl rises from the creature's stomach, and that tongue pushes you deeper, the jaws opening wider as you slide into that red darkness, its warm embrace becoming tighter and tighter, and more and more intimate; while your body gets soaked in that wet passage, you feel her lips caressing your waist, the tongue tasting your legs, rubbing your exposed manhood ...<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><br/>@Euanthane</span><br/>She smiles - and once more it seems the adorable, irresistible smile of a helpless, submissive nymphet. Her whisper is as feeble and meek as her face, but her words feel cold and sharp: "Do never threaten me, my beautiful one..." This said, she slowly leans towards you, pressing and rubbing against your chest as her legs wrap around your tail. She closes her eyes, disclosing her lips, softly pressing against yours ... and again, that promised kiss turns into a bite  - cruel, yet somehow pleasing - on your lower lip.<br/><span style="color: #FF0000">[Wriggle check against your Brawl - passed (seems impossible)]</span><br/>With a sinuous move, swift as a snake, she frees her wrist and twirls to your back. As you turn to her, she's already at the door, chuckling in deligth, in a provocative posture. She waves at you. "Follow me, please. I have something for you, and Nyrwa already knows what to do..."