<span style="font-weight: bold">Euanthane</span><br/><br/>I let the cute little thing wriggle out of my arms, even as my instincts cried out for me to wrap her in my tail and do<span style="font-style: italic">everything</span>she'd<span style="font-style: italic">love</span>to her, followed by... but if I hadn't been able to choke down those instincts any time I wanted, then there wouldn't be a pretty girl uneaten in the city of Brightscale.<br/><br/>But that didn't mean I had to<span style="font-style: italic">like</span>doing it. Not when she squeaked and shivered like<span style="font-style: italic">prey</span>, and stared so<span style="font-style: italic">promisingly</span>at my half-bared breasts.<br/><br/>"Please do set up that meeting," I said, "being relaxed about the time. It's fine if it's later. You can fetch me some of that delectable smelling food from your kitchen, and feed it to me bite... by bite... by bite..." I smirked, "then we can discuss<span style="font-style: italic">dessert</span>." Even I wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>sure if I meant fucking her senseless, or swallowing her whole. Although it was pretty unsafe for a pretty girl to be unconcious in my bed. Far better to blow<span style="font-style: italic">my</span>mind with unbelievable sex and slip away before becoming breakfast...<br/><br/>From the way the girl<span style="font-style: italic">scurried</span>, I though it was likely we'd have our meeting with Madame Widow within a quarter hour.