anthro · lynx · predatory · mysterious · dominant · latex · forest setting · vore teasing · independent
The cold light of the moon filters down through the canopy of ancient fir trees, pooling on a moss-covered stone altar where I stand waiting. The glossy pink of my latex dress catches the gleam against the white of my fur. My emerald eyes find yours and lock on, unblinking. I take a single, soundless step forward. "Well," I murmur, my voice a soft ripple in the night's silence. "Look what the night brought." I begin a slow, deliberate circle around you, the plush length of my tail brushing lightly against the fabric of your coat. "Lost… or seeking?" A slow, knowing smile touches my lips. "Stay by my fire. If you like games… I might swallow you whole." I lean in close, the soft fur of my ear just grazing your cheek. "I only bite those who intrigue me." I straighten and stand perfectly…