Kenu was nervous. It was the anthro leopards first year at the college, and he had only been in town for two months. But that wasn't what kept him on edge.  The reason his tail flicked back and forth was the fact that he wasn't too well versed in the art of talking with girls, and he didn't really know what he wanted to say.

Her, in this case, was a gorgeous gazelle girl, who sat in the row behind him in their math lecture. He didn't know what she studied, other than that they shared that particular lecture. He didn't even know her name. All he knew about her was that she was beautiful, and that he hadn't exactly made a very impressive first impression. The lecture had been over, he had packed his stuff together in a hurry to get out and to his next class which just happened to be on the other end of the campus. So he had stormed out of his already empty row and promptly had literally run into her which got both their stuff sprawled all around on the floor.

Kenu had been quite embarrassed, apologised profusely, and tried to make up for it by collecting her stuff for her, but she had just smiled at him. And then they had walked together a short while until they had to go different directions to their next lectures. And just as they parted she had asked him if he wanted to meet her in the afternoon, which of course he had agreed.

Now he had arrived at the agreed on place and didn't know whether he would have been supposed to bring anything or how he should greet her.

"Hi, did you have lunch yet?"

Kenu turned around, pulled out of his thoughts. There she was, she had just stepped out of the building right behind him. His face lit up.

"Ehm, no, not yet. The cafeteria's always so full."

A smile went on her lips. "There's a little cafeteria behind the art building.  No one seems to know it, its quite cosy and they have better food too. Wanna come?" she suggested.

"Sure!" he answered and followed her, eager to keep up with her graceful swift walk. Her species had a certain way of rolling her hips slightly when she stepped from one hooved leg to the other that, although it looked completely natural for her, somehow was fascinating to watch. Kenu blushed slightly and tried not to stare at her body too obviously, instead he looked at her face, her big brown eyes that somehow didn't look dull at all - as he sometimes thought some herbivores sometimes did. Her look was somehow alive, direct, intently seeking wat whatever she looked. Which right now was his face. She too seemed to blush a bit, and then they just walked in a few moments of awkward silence.

"Ehm. I'm Kenu by the way. I think we haven't even properly introduced ourselves yet."

A smile hushed over her face. "I'm Sylvia. I'm from the east coast. You come from up north, right?"

Kenu nodded, wondering how she had guessed. It must have been his accent.  "Yeah, from one of those small backwater towns, but you can't study engineering up there, only foresting."

Sylvia giggled at that remark. "I'm studying biology. I guess math's the only lecture we both have then." she added, almost sounding a bit sad.

"I dunno, we'd have to compare our schedule, maybe there's some advanced lectures we could share. Do you understand this math crap? I have a hard time following." Kenu admitted.

She rolled her eyes, which he thought looked kinda funny and cute.  "He's so fast, and then he writes so quickly, it's impossible to take notes and listen at the same time. There's supposed to be a script though. One of the students from the previous year managed to type it all down. A third semester from my dorm said she's gonna copy it for me, I'll could get you a copy too." she offered.

"That'd be awesome!" Kenu answered as he followed her through the entrance of the art building. It smelled weird, of paint and of thinner. There she showed him the entrance to the artists cafeteria. It was arranged nicely around an inner court with a little fountain and trees, but you sort of needed to know that it was there, it wasn't obvious at all that the building had its own cafeteria in it.

"Wow, that looks lovely." Kenu said impressed. "How did you find it?"

"A student from my dorm showed it to me on first day. Wait till you taste the food. They make the sandwiches themselves, not the pre packaged crap like in the main cafeteria."

Sylvia took a lemonade from the shelf, then ordered a tomato sandwich. Kenu licked his lips as he ordered himself a salami one. They were a bit more expensive there, but still student-affordable. And no cheap majo that stunk of chemical preservatives either, but the good stuff..

He sat down with her on a table and sniffed the sandwich before he took a healthy bite out of it. It was fresh and made his mouth water. His eyes wandered to Sylvia, who had sat across from him. He watched her chew, then swallow. The bite of tomato sandwich she had taken formed a cute little lump on her long slender neck as it travelled down, then vanished out of sight behind her collar bone. For a second Kenu's eyes rested on Sylvia's chest before returning to her head. Her breasts weren't large, but to his taste, just the right size compared to her sleek built body. They looked soft, yet firm. Yet somehow it was more her neck that his gaze had been drawn to, that somehow fascinated him in a way he couldn't really describe. It was a form of desire, but an instinct different, more than just simple sexual arousal.  Somehow looking at her made his mouth water. Or was that the ham sandwich? Or both?

Only as his eyes met hers he realized that she had been looking at him all the time and followed his gaze. He blushed deeply and quickly averted his gaze down onto the table, focusing his eyes innocently on her lemonade bottle. But wasn't that that a tiny bashful smile he had glimpsed in her  face?. Was she blushing as well?

Still embarrassed, he occupied himself with another bite from the ham sandwich, and so did she, chewing more of the bread that had tomato and salad on it. But he couldn't help and glance at her neck from the corner of his eyes as she gulped down the next time. He felt guilty and ashamed, but somehow weirdly excited. Her swallowing was definitely sexy, and to make his torment feelings worse, he now felt a familiar, pleasantly unpleasant throbbing in his pants, as his feline shaft grew against the restraints of his pants.

Sylvia's fingers clasped firmer around the bottle of lemonade. She too was looking at nothing in particular, but her species was gifted with excellent peripheral vision. And although her eyes focused on the tree out the window, she didn't miss the subtle betraying nuances in Kenu's feline face. She felt a bit nervous herself now, her heartbeat just a bit too pronounced to ignore, and she tried not to blush. An idea formed in her head, and without even thinking it all the way through she decided to go through with it.

"Do you like photography?"

Her question caught him off guard, and he quickly had to gulp down the bit of ham he was still chewing.

"I think so. I've been playing around with a camera, but I'm not more than a hobbyist." He thought a bit, then decided to add "Back in highschool I was an aircraft fanatic, I made a lot of photos of vintage planes at air shows and exhibits. I have some really awesome shots from aircraft in flight, but thats really tricky."

Sylvia smiled and nodded. "I know. I've done some birds in flight. You have to follow them as steady as it goes, and then keep the focus just right or it will get all blurry."

He grinned. "Yeah, and don't ever use auto-focus, it keeps focusing on clouds, or the dirt on the camera lense, or the moon, just not on the motive."

She giggled at that description. "Before I came here, I spent a year at a wildlife sanctuary. I have some awesome photos, want to see them?" she asked him.

Kenu was hooked. After they finished eating, he eagerly followed Sylvia to the dorms, and they kept chatting all the way. About photography, about their studies, whether or not it made sense to go to Uni and make a master and a PhD, the boring teachers and the tedious assignments they both got in various lectures. He was delighted and happy it was so easy to talk to her. More importantly, she seemed to like talking to him just the same, she laughed about all his silly remarks about boring profs and added her own embarrassing first term experiences.

Her dorm room was nothing special, a bed, a closet, a table with a computer, a bag with dirty laundry on the floor. The latter she kicked into the corner behind the bed with an elegant hoof kick, then she opened her laptop and logged in. Kenu caught a brief glance on a cluttered desktop, icons and folders arranged in patterns amongst a picture that showed African grasslands.  Then she opened a folder inside another, and finally a picture gallery program started.  The whole while she had been standing next to the table, bent slightly forward which emphasized her gazelle rump, framed tightly in brown knee long pants that matched her fur colour as well as her lighter blouse.  Only now she took the entire device and moved over to the bed. There was only one chair, and the bed - its sheets neatly arranged under a colourful woven blanket that covered everything - was certainly the more comfortable sitting arrangement.  Sylvia gestured to the space next to her, as she sat, the laptop on her legs, and Kenu took the invitation and placed himself down.

The photos she showed him were indeed really beautiful. She first showed him some of the landscape and the resort facilities, then photos that she had taken of the wildlife itself.  Apparently she had been laying in waiting at waterholes and other places to catch a glimpse of the feral animals there. Not only herbivores, there were also feral lions and even a feral leopard. He was more than impressed that she had dared to move among these dangerous animals.  After all the feral beasts might quite likely see an anthro gazelle as their natural prey.

"Weren't you scared to film there?" he couldn't help but ask as she showed him a picture of three lions, stalking a feral spring bock.

Sylvia looked at him, blushing. "A bit. Although... there were precautions of course, everyone working there takes them. I always had a signal pistol with me that fires a flare. The fire is supposed to scare them away. I almost had to use it once, but the lion ran away when he saw me stand up and point the thing at him. But it can be a bit scary sometimes. The real danger is when they stalk you and you don't see them coming. I wasn't alone though, we had the rangers there as well after all."

Kenu was still pretty impressed. Even more so as she showed him videos she had taken as well. One showed a gazelle that looked like one of her direct feral relatives, warily approaching a waterhole. Suddenly a swift yellow movement in the undergrowth. Kenu held his breath as he saw a cheetah darted towards it, swift as lightning. The gazelle took flight, but it didn't get very far before the feline predator pounced and brought it down in a cloud of dust and flailing legs. It kicked the air in a futile attempt to fight while the predator was biting down on its neck, then it suddenly shuddered and went still.

Sylvia stopped the video and tried to keep her breathing calm, her heart beat faster as she glanced over to Kenu in an attempt to read his face.

Kenu looked up from the computer and met Sylvia's eyes. He didn't really know what to think. The hunt was exciting him in a way that he could only attribute to his more primal instincts as a predator. Yet here he sat on the bed with a gazelle who watched the same video with him and felt, - well,  he had no idea what she actually felt at these pictures.

He hadn't been with a herbivore before. His only girlfriend in highschool had been a bitch. In the literal sense as much as in the fact that she dumped him for another guy. When they had still been together they had made fun of way too many dog versus cat cliches, but that was the furthest he had gone as far as inter species relationships went. However there were enough rumors about the excitement and danger of a relationship between a carnivore and a herbivore.  It could be quite exciting they said, with some suppressed primal instincts playing into the love life. Of course there were tragic cases where some people had taken it too far, in some cases voluntarily, but there had also been infamous serial killers, living out their primal urges by preying on the sentient counterparts of whatever their feral siblings would have preyed on in the wild - until the police caught them.

However it hadn't ever appealed to Kenu to actually kill a living being for food by himself. Instead he had suppressed his hunting instincts and redirected them to computer war games as most boys did. Stalking virtual prey in the form of soldiers of the opposing team, and - by choice of his favorite games - using sniper rifles and grenades instead of teeth and claws.

All the more confused he was by the mixed primal urges this sexy anthro gazelle awoke in him. And it didn't make it better that she suddenly placed the computer aside, stood up and stretched out her rump in a sexy pose, then asked him outright.

"Say, as a leopard, do you think I look tasty?"

He looked up at her in a mixture of shock and disbelief.

Sylvia blushed deeply, fearing that she had gone too far. She gave up her pose and made a step back, hoping he wouldn't run away from her. But he didn't, instead he blushed just as deep, realizing that, yes, indeed, she did - in a way - look tasty to him. She was pretty and had sex appeal, she was outright gorgeous, but she also triggered a deep feral instinct in him that made his mouth water when he looked at her at odd moments. And her outstretched rump, despite being clothed in pants, her sleek gazelle legs, her pose...  they all had been such triggers. However he didn't dare admit it yet, too weird was the question itself.

"Why... Why are you asking that?" he stumbled.

Her blush went even deeper. This was it, there was no way back. She had to admit it now at the risk of scaring this nice guy she had met away with her weirdness. She took a deep breath, then asked:

"Can you keep a secret?" 

Kenu nodded without a word and looked at her, as he slumped back down on her bed in more comfortablesitting position.  Unsure she sat down next to him again and took her computer again. He watched her browse to a different folder before she finally mustered the courage to tell him.

"I think I must have been a carnivore like you in a previous life or something. Whenever I see this, I feel like I wanna pounce and sink my fangs in, even though I don't have any."

With those words, she opened a picture. It was another gazelle at the water hole. Not a feral, but anthro this time, although nude and in a vulnerable pose, bent forward on all fours as if she was just about to drink from the muddy water like her feral siblings did.  Her tail was shyly tug between her legs yet it barely covered her privates, her rump was exposed and outstretched into the viewers face, her skin tight around the rounded upper thighs and butt cheeks that gave her slender legs the power to run fast.

The scene was obviously photoshopped. The stance didn't perfectly match the terrain, and the light and shadow was just a little bit off, but it was still quite well done. And Kenu couldn't deny the effect the picture had on him. She was beautiful and sexy in that pose, but those buttocks also triggered all his predatory instincts in such a way that he could just too well understand what she was telling him.

"Thats you!" he blurted.

She blushed. "Yes, It's me. I made a few of those photoshop jobs. It actually started when I was in puberty. I kept looking at me in the mirror and wondered what a predator would see. Then I kept having these dreams in which I'd be a hunter and stalk prey. Then I'd wake up and see this tasty girl in the bedroom mirror. I'm not weirding you out, am I?"

He glanced at her. She had an almost desperate mix of doubt and hope written in her face as she waited for his answer.

"I have to admit, this is pretty weird. But if I'm honest I think its actually turning me on, too." Kenu answered with a little smile. He hoped hadn't been too honest there.

Sylvia blushed with embarrassed relief. "Really? I ... I always wanted to ask a predator what he sees when he sees me, and when I talked to you this afternoon. Well. I guess one has to come out of the closet at some time. ...  Ehm ... wanna see more photos?" she asked shyly.

"Sure!" Kenu answered, almost a bit too eager. The expectation getting to see more sexy photos of her wasn't something he would have wanted to turn down.  Although he did wonder where this would lead at the end of the day. His heartbeat was excited  and he felt his cheeks and ears heat up, as the thought of the possibilities made him blush,

Sylvia smiled bashfully and opened another image, then another. They all showed her in different poses that all looked incredibly sexy but also - preyish in a way.  Each was photoshopped into African plains scenery. One at a water hole, one in the grass, in once case she had even pasted herself in place of a feral antelope that was just being stalked by some feral lions. He knew that because he recognized the source image from what she had shown him earlier.

The next image was different though. It was real. It showed her drinking from the very same water hole, but this time it was not photoshopped. He could tell by the rippling of the water and the reflection. From the corner of his eyes he could see that she was looking at him, waiting for a response.  Demonstratively he licked his lips, gulping down the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth.  It was the very gesture that she had hoped to see, and he knew it. She smiled, longing and happiness on her blushed face.

"So what do you think?"

"Nice use of the autotimer. If you show that to an agency and claim its been a photoshop job they will hire you instantly." he answered smug, hiding his arousal.

Sylvia giggled. "Yeah, or they would kick me out for being the weirdo I am."

"Where had your ranger partner been that day?" Kenu asked as it dawned to him it would have been a weird thing with another furson around. "I assume you didn't let him see you like that, did you?" he inquired with a smirk.

She blushed again. "Guilty as charged. I went on my own. And it was pretty scary, too. But I made sure there were no feral predators around. I don't think I'd dare that again, not after that encounter with the lion I had. Just because I think that I look tasty doesn't mean I'd want to be eaten by those animals." she answered with a shy smirk on her lips.

He smiled at her and nodded in agreement, secretly relieved that she didn't have a death wish.

"So that's the only real photo you did?"

"Kinda. It was the first time I tried that, but I liked it so much I started taking photos of me in front of the blue screen and photoshopping it in. I'm even thinking of going to that image manipulation lecture, friend of me is having. It's thursday mornings though, so I'd have to skip math."

He frowned at the mention of math. "Thats kinda a bummer. Then again, that lecture is a joke anyway, I don't grasp a thing in it. All I learn is in the assignment groups in the afternoon anyway. Maybe with that script you mentioned you could skip it, and dunno, I could learn with you in the afternoons ..." the idea came spontaneously but he liked it a lot, and judging by her reaction so did she.

"Oh, that'd be awesome, I'd love to." she answered beaming, then blushed again, stuck in one of those awkward moments, she didn't know what to say next.

"Now you know my little secret. I sorta expected you to run away by now or something."

Kenu smiled and looked into her eyes. She seemed relieved, happy that she found someone she could tell about this who didn't think she was crazy or something like that. On an impulse he felt tempted to just lean in and kiss her, but he hesitated, unsure if he was ready for that. Or if she was ready for that for that matter.

"Nah, it's kinda cool." he answered. "Weird, but, well at least I don't have to feel guilty now when I look at you and it also gets my tastebuds all tingly and my slobber running."

"Really you do?" she asked, almost beaming.

"Sure, even on the way here. But I could hardly tell you that back then.  By the way I think you look gorgeous."

Now she blushed yet again. But with a smile. This time it was her who thought about kissing him, but she, too still hesitated.

"Kenu, ... would you like to help me make some photos?"

"Sure, what do you have in mind?" he answered, although he almost guessed what she had in mind.

"When I make photos of myself I never know how it's gonna look like. That one here, it took me an hour to get it right."

She showed him a picture she had apparently taken right there in the dorm. It was the same picture she had photoshopped into the African landscape, but in its original background - a blue canvas placed in her room. She had arranged a table lamp to provide similar lighting conditions. Kenu knew all too well what effect she was getting for. Her stance, her expression, it triggered all his predatory instincts at once.  And other instincts as well, his pants once more became uncomfortably tight.

"Hmm, I guess you want me to handle the camera then?"

"I thought maybe you could tell me how to best change my pose, so I look, you know, more tasty." she answered with a shy smile.

"In the nude?" he asked with a smirk.

"Of course in the nude!" she answered with mock indignation, then giggled.  "Let me get my camera."

Kenu felt like in a dream. There was this gorgeous girl, intelligent and fun to talk with, and she was bold enough to undo her clothes in front of him just like that.  Granted in their society this was optional for most furry creatures and there were some who chose to go just in their fur most of the time, but there was still a certain social code regarding the garment. At college and in class it was custom to wear clothing, some schools and universities even had their uniforms. There often was a dress code of some sort. The same went for high class restaurants and certain social events. On the other hand for recreational activities it was not uncommon to skip them altogether.  Nevertheless, the prospect of seeing her undress in front of him still added a certain exciting touch that made his pulse go faster and his ears and cheeks feel warm with excitement as he sat there on her bed and watched her stand up gracefully.

First however she just opened a drawer on her closet and took out both a folding tripod, which she erected near the window. Next came a digital camera that he could easily tell hadn't been cheap. It beeped as she turned it on, and it caught Kenu's interest, so he stood up from the bed to have a closer look at the model.

"That's the one I had with me in Africa last year. In some places I had to guard it like gold, but it was worth it. These things can take a lot of abuse." she told him proudly, as he went and checked over the settings. It had everything an advanced semi professional needed. Manual and auto-focus, overrides for the light settings and color correction, a socket for external flash, and also a screen that could be tilted up and down. But unfortunately not forward, which explained why Sylvia hadn't been able to see herself when she took shots of herself.

Standing behind the tripod he looked up, and his eyes fell on her sexy rear once more, just as she stretched herself to fasten a spotlight to the corner of her closet which was to provide the proper light conditions. It was obvious she wasn't setting this up for the first time. She seemed to feel his gaze on her, and she smiled as she turned around, then started unbuttoning her blouse.

Kenu blushed as he realized he was staring at her bared chest. Sylvia had of course noticed it and grinned, then shook herself slightly as she slipped completely out of both blouse and bra. A motion that promptly caused her firm breasts to wiggle and bounce slightly. Her nipples were quite small but pointy, a sight that somehow provoked the wish in Kenu's mind, to take these orbs between his fangs and squeeze and lick them gently. Again he felt his saliva pool up in anticipation. And he closed his eyes for a dreamy gulp as his mind played the scene for him.

When he reopened his eyes, she had already proceeded to undo her pants. She slipped out of both pants and undies at the same time, then kicked them into the corner without much effort.

From Kenu's point of view, Sylvia now stood in front of the blue screen, which she had rolled down from a transportable canvas on a hanger, the type they commonly used for posters or video displays. This one however reached all the way to the floor. Apparently she had kept it on top of the closet where she just had installed the light on.

Sylvia smiled at him as he bent down a bit to adjust the camera so it was catching all of her. She was quite excited. This was something she had dreamt about. A fancy kink, a fantasy. And now here stood the handsome leopard on her camera for real and she outright felt his glance on her body.

"How is this?" she asked, then attempted one of the poses she had tried before. She lowered herself to an 'on all four' like stance, although her arms were shorter than her legs and didn't quite reach the floor. Her tail flicked, before she tugged it between her legs consciously aware of how this exposed herself.

Kenu clicked the camera like a pro. It had a digital memory, so he figured it would be better to discard not perfect shots later than trying to wait for the perfect angle and then risk missing it. He felt his blood rush through his veins in warm excitement, and his cock pressed against his pants in a way he was quite glad he was wearing jeans, otherwise he would have been quite embarrassed as she kept looking at him.

He liked her poses a lot. But he wasn't really sure what exactly it was that triggered this vorish longing.

"Could you... I dunno, stretch out your bum a bit more?"

"Like this?" she asked and obliged, bent a bit further down which in turn pointed her rump skywards. But somehow this wasn't it. Although the stance looked quite sexy, it didn't make him lick his lips. And after all that was the effect they were going for. Dutifully he clicked the camera anyway, but he could tell from her expression that she had read his lack of approval

"That's not it, ...  I don't know." He shook his head thinking what she could do.

She stood back up and bent backwards a bit to have a look at her rump herself.

*click* made the camera.

He couldn't tell what was suddenly was so special about the pose, but somehow, something had just clicked this weird feeling of longing that made him want to pounce her, hold her, lick her and take her hide between his teeth.

Sylvia looked at him surprised, her brows raised in question.

"Can you do that again?" he asked.

"What, this?" she bent again. Kenu held his breath. That did the trick, but he couldn't tell exactly why. The angle of her legs maybe, or her neck ... that was it, maybe it was her neck. So long and flexible and slender and ...  delicious!

"Yes, I think this is it."

Curiously she stepped over to to him have a look on the camera herself. Gladly he made room, felt her brush against his shoulder as she bent down to browse on the screen. The first few pictures weren't 'it', she had to agree on that.  It were just weird nude poses. But when she saw the last pictures he had made she saw what he had seen. She gulped and suddenly felt all warm and excited, seeing not only her picture but also the way Kenu looked at it.

"It's the way I hold my head, right?"

He nodded, looking at her. "I think so. You're exposing your neck, and..." he made a pause to try to build a theory to match his feelings. "I think it looks vulnerable and tasty. Somehow this says 'please bite me' to me."

The nodded in agreement. "Yes, totally."

They tried out a few more poses. Sylvia warmed up to it. She still felt queasy when he was looking at her with vorish desire in his eyes, but she enjoyed that feeling more and more, delighting in the fact how she imagined herself to look, how she imagined to be him, looking at this tasty morsel posing in front of him. And how he created these lovely pictures that were her secret pleasure. In a way his glance provided the feedback that she had sought so desperately, his preying eyes made her feel most vulnerable, most exposed in just the same poses they both enjoyed looking at the most. He didn't even have to say anything anymore, just click the camera and devour her with his eyes.

"Wait, can you stand up for a second?"

She glanced at him curiously. He smiled hungrily, and he obviously had discovered something she had missed.

"Lean forward a bit more, yes just like that, a bit more sideways. Yes."

Kenu noticed he had started talking like a professional photographer, a feeling that both amused him and made him somewhat proud.

"Can you, stick your belly out a bit more?"

Sylvia looked down on herself, then bent her back. "Like this?"

"More, do, ... I dunno, like this."

Kenu inhaled audibly, then forced the air down into his belly, at the same time he bent his back to push his tummy forward even more.

Sylvia giggled at the sight, then inhaled as well and tried it, all the while glancing back down her twisted body to see the effect.

Kenu clicked away excitedly. "Wow, that's awesome."

Sylvia smiled happily and flexed herself. She looked weird like that, almost as if she was three month pregnant. "Why? because I look preggy? Or because I look fat?"

Kenu chuckled and waved her over to show her the pictures. "No, it's. Well, I don't know."

Sylvia gasped as she saw herself on the camera's screen. She knew what he meant, she saw the same thing. And found words for it.

"It's like on the savannah, during rain time, when the antelope are all well fed and have their bellies full."

Kenu agreed "Oh yes, nicely plump and full, like a fruit ripe for the picking."

"Mmmmh". she said and blushed. No one had called her a fruit ripe for picking before, but she loved that description. It fit the image on the camera just too perfectly.

"You know how you could make it even better?" Kenu asked with a sudden idea in his mind. "You could chew on some treats and swallow them. When I saw you swallow in the cafeteria earlier, it made me all. ... " he blushed.

She giggled "I know, I watched you look at me. You looked hungry. Is the cafeteria still open? What time is it?"

Kenu glanced at his watch, and suddenly went pale. He had completely forgotten.

"Oh crap, it's five past three already. I have a lecture at three."

His face showed his inner conflict. He couldn't miss the lecture, as he had to present some assignment results that were scored. But he definitely didn't want to leave her now.

Sylvia grimaced. But as it turned out she actually had the same problem. "Aw, me too. I'm supposed to be with my exercise group already, they want to work with me on an assignment. Hey, how about, we meet here at my place afterwards, when's your lecture over?"

Kenu felt quite relieved. That way the moment wasn't ruined, just postponed.  "I have two lectures now, but I could be here at five past six." he said with a hopeful smile.

"Oh that's perfect. Then I can finish my assignment work and don't have to feel guilty later." Sylvia answered with a promising smile, then picked up her pants from the pile and slipped her hoofed legs into them. She didn't bother with undies.

For a moment Kenu watched her dress. The knowledge that he was already late bugged him, but he didn't just want to run away on her. But Sylvia didn't bother with details like a bra or blouse buttons. She just quickly grabbed a shirt from a drawer and slipped it over her head, then went ahead to the door.  They stepped out unto the hallway together.

"See you tonight!" she said, as she turned to lock the door. But then finally, instead of running right away, she grabbed him by his strong feline shoulders, bent forward, and gave him a little kiss on his lips.

Kenu blinked, surprised. He still stood there baffled for a few more seconds and watched her pace down the hallway. Only when she had turned round the corner did his mind return to this world and he remembered he, too had a lecture he had to run to.

The lectures were torture. Not only did the professor slaughter Kenu's assignment with nasty comments about his late coming, it also seemed to drag on forever.  By the time the first lecture was finally over, Kenu felt as if it had taken all day. During the second lecture, which the prof held with a sleepy monotone voice, Kenu couldn't stand it anymore. His mind played him pictures of the sexy gazelle all the time anyway, but the pressure in his pants became just unbearable. Luckily it wasn't too difficult to slip out from the back row where he had seated himself. He went to the toilet and locked himself into one of the cabins.

His barbed feline member was already hard and erect, and precum had stained his undies. Kenu snarled slightly as he grabbed his urging dick and started pawing away. Soon he closed his eyes and imagined that pout belly, and her cute firm breasts, but this time he imagined taking them between his teeth, imagined Sylvia moan in pleasure - and there he came in a sudden spike of heat that seemed to flood from his loins up into his head and made him pant as if he had just sprinted for the bus.

The next minutes he spent cleaning the white goop out of his fur and from his pants. He still felt a rush in his ears from the ongoing hour long sexual arousal and its final relief. But he also wanted more. He didn't bother going back to the lecture, instead he walked to his own dorm and took a quick but pleasant shower, then slid into a fresh pair of undies and finally put his jeans back on. It was almost six, and - refreshed and happy - he went out into the cool evening air and towards where Sylvia lived.

Luckily these were all mixed dorms, and visitors to the rooms were tolerated as long as no one complaint about the noise. Further in the south that would have been a certain taboo, but on this campus no one seemed to mind. Kenu made it in front of Sylvias door without problems or questions, and knocked.

"Come in, it's open!" he heard her voice. She sounded happy, which made him smile in gleeful anticipation.

Sylvia sat on the bed, the computer on her lap. She didn't wear clothes to begin with this time. Judging by the pleasant scent in the room, she had showered as well, yet there was something else in the air. His sensitive nose picked up just the faintest lingering hint of female arousal. He wasn't entirely sure about it, but it certainly got his imagination going.

"Look what I did!" she called out as he closed the door and bade him to sit next to her on the bed once again. Sylvia had been busy, she had already photoshopped the brand new pictures they had taken in the early afternoon and had put them in various natural backgrounds.

"That looks awesome!" he complimented.

"It does. You know, I could likely sell those on-line. There's a community around this predation and eating fetish thing, they'd likely pay for this.  They call it 'vore'.  There's much weirder stuff around, I have seen photoshops of guys getting eaten by giant feral snakes. But I'm not showing you those, they are really crappily done."

Kenu snickered. There was simply nothing the 'net' didn't have. But he was kinda surprised she considered selling photos of herself in such a context.

"Did you do that before? I mean, selling your photo edits?"

"No, but I've been thinking about it. So far I wasn't really good enough, but it might help me pay tuition. My parents are rather poor, so I'd have to pay it all with summer jobs and loans otherwise. With your help and pictures like this I could build up a portfolio, put some online as teasers, then sell the entire thing. Maybe the pictures could even tell a story."

Kenu nodded understanding. He knew the financial problems most students had.  He was lucky, his father had put aside money for his studies since he was born, so his tuition was paid for. He was considering taking a student job in between terms for some extra money, but he didn't desperately need it yet.

"Would you be okay with random guys you don't know, jerking off to pictures of you?" he asked, bewildered but also intrigued by the thought.

She blushed. "I don't know. It's not like they really want to see me, they are hunting a fantasy, like I do. Although I did think about changing my face so people don't recognize me. Or maybe wear a mask. Or photoshop one in. I don't think I'm bothered if they get off on the thought of eating me, as long as noone stalks me out to do it for real. But it would kinda suck if these pictures pop up later and ruin my career. Its not something I'd be happy with if my future boss finds out."

Kenu agreed fully. "Do you have a mask you could wear?"

She shook her head. "Here, this is what I tried so far."

The picture showed her. Not in a particularly edible posture, but she was nude. He could see what she had done. The colours of her fur pattern were changed, looking more like a different antelope species. There were some minor edits on her head, barely noticeable, but it did the trick. If he hadn't known it was her he didn't think he would have recognized her.

"Nice work, did that take long to do?"

"Actually its really quick. With the bluescreen background all I have to do is apply a few filters and smear some patterns, maybe five minutes if I practice a bit. With you it'd be even easier, I'd only have to move your spots and anyone would think its a different leopard."

"Wait a minute, you want to sell pictures with me?" Kenu didn't know how to feel about that. He hadn't even considered it so far and there were enough reasons against it.

"Don't worry, I'd never do that without your consent. But I really hoped you could help me make a picture where you, ... you know..." she blushed again "nibble on me."

Kenu couldn't help but smile. Less than half an hour before he had fantasized about the same thing, so he couldn't say that the thought didn't turn him on.

"So you want to make pictures, where I grab you, and then, lets say, take your belly in my maw? And then, squeeze it a little and tug on it? Or how I take on of your tit in my mouth and lick them?"

He knew he was teasing her with these descriptions. He could tell by the way she held her breath and her eyes hung on his lips. "Or maybe clench your breasts between my teeth a bit so it looks like I was biting hard? Or cover your belly with my arms and chest and squeeze my snout against you so it looks as if I was feasting on your juicy insides?"

Sylvia suppressed a moan. "Oh, please, yes. Please, can we do that?" Her vivid imagination played the scenes for her, and just thinking of it made her squirm with desire.

Kenu smiled at her. She seemed to tremble slightly as she stood up and took him by the hand to lead him to the blue screen.

"What about the camera, can we set it to take pictures automatically?"

She thought a bit. "I think theres a way to make it take a picture every ten seconds or something. Let me check."

As she bent over the camera, Kenu's nose caught a whiff of her scent. To say she was slightly aroused was an understatement. He sniffed the air, and once more felt himself become stiff. If he had been less shy, he'd have grabbed her right then and there and licked her, kissed her, dragged her to the bed and taken her. But somehow he was still afraid to touch her, as if she was an illusion that would fade away when he tried to tangle it.

Sylvia felt him stand next to her. She too smelled his feline scent, and she noticed that her fingers trembled slightly as she went through the menu of her camera. Eventually she found the setting she had sought and clicked the release. The camera started blinking. From now on it would make a picture on its own every five seconds.

"How ... how about I pose again, and then you come, too?" she asked, as she made her way back to the blue screen. She didn't wait for his answer but assumed the same pose they had experimented with before. Her tummy exposed and stretched out, her neck bent to emphasize its tender vulnerability.

Sylvia's eyes followed Kenu's as he gazed upon her. She took in every nuance of his expression, saw him gulp down the moisture that accumulated in his mouth as he feasted on her with his eyes. "What should I do?" he asked.

"Grab me." she suggested. "Like, as if I had been running and you were pouncing me, claws outstretched and all."

She could see the scene in her head, the leopard catching his prey, about to bring it down.

He approached carefully, as if he was afraid to touch her. Then he lowered himself and placed his paws gently on her thigh. Her heart beat like a drum as the sight of exposed claws triggered her feral instincts, but she held still.

"H ... higher. And a bit fiercer, as if you meant it." she told him, her voice almost trembling.

Kenu felt her skin under his claws for the first time. Powerful muscles under soft fur, trembling slightly with excitement. The sensation felt reaffirming.  He got bolder and grasped her belly with his right, sinking his claws gently but firmly in her soft tummy fur. With his left he grabbed her hip on the side as if to restrain her. For a split second he felt her rump tense. She looked so gentle and soft, but really she was all muscle under her fur. Powerful upper thighs, that evolution had given her ancestors to run away from his kind.

Sylvia let out a gasped moan as the sudden sensation rushed through her like a small jolt. Instincts told her to curl and jump to protect her belly and get away from the predator. But at the same time she imagined what this looked and felt like from his perspective, having this tasty morsal that was her now in his grasp, and the thought excited her beyond measure, made her want to feel his claws even tighter against her belly.

Click made the camera, as it took picture after picture.

"Can you open your mouth again, like you just did?" Kenu suggested. Sylvia blushed, she hadn't even been aware that she had moaned loud, but obliged gladly. A whimpered bleat escaped her throat as he clenched harder this time, as if he was about to rip her of her feet and smash her to the ground. She just wished the camera would pick up the picture the just same way she painted it in her head.

Kenu had an idea. But he didn't dare do it without her consent.

"Can I .... May I bite your neck?" he asked in eager anticipation.

Sylvia's eyes locked onto his. He was still holding her in this lovely possessive way, his claws on her tummy that she felt all tingling inside. His fangs, white and gleaming, sending this instinctive shiver through her just by looking at them.  For a split second she closed her eyes and imagined his fangs on her neck, nipping, squeezing. It frightened her as much as it turned her on.

She nodded and bent her neck, exposing her throat.

Kenu grasped her shoulder for support, his other clawed paw still on her belly. Then he gently approached her neck with his nose. She gulped, and her larynx twitched like a frightened little bird, right in front of him.  Then he opened his maw and she felt his hot breath brush through her fur.  Sylvia opened her mouth for a silent moan and closed her eyes, held her breath, and then she felt his fangs touch her skin on either side of her slender neck ever so gently. A hotcold shiver went through her.

Kenu could feel the heat radiate from her body. On his lips he sensed the vibrations of her pulse, felt her her exaggerated heartbeat. He smelled her arousal, her excitement, and her instinctive fear. Ever so gently he wrapped his lips firmer around her throat, then closed his jaws, squeezing. He felt her throat tremble against him, just as she felt his rough feline tongue lick over her throat. An almost inaudible whimper escaped her mouth, then she suddenly arched her back and pressed her soft body against his in an almost desperate, trembling sensation. He felt her breasts soft against his chest, felt her beating heart within, and then her arms clasped around his back into a tight, intimate embrace.

This time it was Kenu who moaned. He let go of her neck for a moment, and she gasped for air, as if she had been constrained for real. She locked her eyes on his for a split second, then her snout sought his, her lips pressed against his for a kiss that parted both their lips for their tongues to seek each other like two drowning souls searching for support. He parted his mouth further and she deepened the kiss, allowed her entire nose to enter his maw as if to be engulfed wholly between his fangs, yet it was his tongue that explored her long snout and embraced her own flexible fleshy tongue in its rough feline greeting. Her moan reverberated in his head. When he finally broke the kiss, it was just to lick and nibble her cheek tenderly, then squeeze the sensitive skin beneath her ears with his teeth, as he went on licking her affectionately.

Sylvia shivered, a torrent of sensations washing over her, and she forgot about the camera, forgot about the photos. All she wanted was to feel him. The camera still clicked and took photos, but now of an empty blue screen, while the two lovers had made their way back to her bed. She sat herself on his lap, and he bent forward to engulf her tender breasts with his hungry maw. Not as a voraphile show for the camera, but to caress her as well as seat his lustful hunger to feel her soft flesh against his gums, squirming and trembling as she was.

Sylvia let herself slide of his legs and unto the bed, then reached for his jeans and opened the button. Kenu didn't mind, he was no longer embarrassed of his erect feline cock, on the contrary he was proud of it somehow. In turn he leant down and grasped her slender waist, licked her soft belly fur, then sought further south where the scent of her moist arousal drew him.

Sylvia whimpered at the sensation. She managed to free the leopard's sex and took in the sight of his erect, throbbing, barbed tip. Something in her wanted to give back the delicious pleasure she felt the last minutes, and she carefully brushed those barbs with her tongue, delighted to sprout a reaction from Kenu, who had gasped for air and tensed his grasp of her waist the same instant.

His pants, still around his thighs did no longer matter, Sylvia cupped her hand under the leopards balls, surprised at their limp softness and their weight. They twitched as Kenu tensed, and she felt him shift his grasp, place his claws on her thighs and slowly pushed her legs apart in a way that exposed her urging sex.

Eagerly she spread her thighs for him, then took those exciting barbs between her lips and tasted the slightly salty flavour of his pre cum. She hadn't ever tasted a male like this before, and surprised herself that she didn't feel any hesitation or disgust. She wanted to please this lovely leopard, give back for what he was about to do. But she had barely taken his cock in her mouth, when she felt his teeth on her labia and his rough tongue rasp between her urging folds, sending a jolt through her that caused her to arch almost in reflex. It sent a firework of sensations through her that didn't ever seem to end.

She heard her own voice moan loud and ecstatically, without being consciously aware of doing it. Her body seemed to respond to the pleasure almost on its own, and all she could do was to hold on to this lovely feline's junk to give back at least some of the pleasure she felt. She slid her snout over him until she felt those barbs squeeze against the back of her mouth sharply, then played her tongue over it until she heard him moan with his nose between her legs so that it send vibrations all throughout her belly. She clenched her thighs and relaxed them again as he kept digging his rough tantalizing tongue deeper and deeper between her sensitive folds. Her sex clenched and released, clenched and released, and she gasped for air as her entire body tensed up and started shivering. A wave of tension built up inside her loins and she couldn't resist, didn't want to resist it. She let it wash over her with a torrent of pleasure as she arched - every single muscle of her body seemed to tremble, all the way down to her hooves, and a half suppressed long bleat escaped her throat.

Only when she heard Kenu whimper did she realize that she had bitten down on his junk a bit harder than she thought was good for him, and her fingers had cramped around his ball sack and his buttocks. But he didn't seem to mind, on the contrary, he moaned and pleasured her with increased vigor, licking her flowing juices from her burning sex while his hips started twitching and thrusting in sync with the throbbing sensations on her tongue. She eagerly met the rhythm, licked and bobbed her head over his sex as she sensed his orgasm build up as well. Then he suddenly tensed and squirted his thick salty seed into her mouth so forcefully she nearly choked and got a few drops of it into her windpipe.

Kenu felt her close her lips tighter and suckle on his cock as he came. He heard her cough, but she didn't let go of his junk one second and instead eagerly gulped down every drop she milked from him. Moaning in ecstasy himself, he clenched his claws into her buttocks tighter as the last few droplets spilled from him. Kenu wished deeply to return the pleasure he felt and he sucked her clit into his maw until he felt her fleshy nether folds, hot and swollen against his gums. Then he squeezed his teeth together, nibbling into her most sensitive flesh. He heard her bleat, and felt her tense and clench her legs together, felt her trembling. Suckling harder, he brushed his rasp like rough tongue over her swollen clit and sent her over the edge yet again.  She arched and shivered and a loud whimpered moan reverberated in the dorm room before she buried her head in his soft belly fur to muffle her sounds of ecstasy.

Kenu just held her in his maw, gently licking until the waves of tremors running through her body had ebbed down, then gently, slowly, deliberately worked his jaws, squeezing her sensitive agitated folds, as if he was chewing her very gently. Judging by her reactions, she loved every second of it. She whimpered and shifted her hip, pressing her nethers as deeply into his suckling maw as she could. She tasted as good as his instincts had kept promising him. Flavored by her own vaginal juices and tenderized by his teeth gentle squeezing, it was the slightly gamey taste of her very body that his sensitive taste buds picked up and that had been doing his lust and hunger into overdrive.

Sylvia felt him chew. The sharp sensual peaks of his fangs squeezing her most sensitive skin, accentuated by his rough tongue's tantalizing licks. But it was when she glanced down between her legs and saw his muzzle clenched shut between her legs, suckling on her flesh that made her realize that she was actually - in a way - being eaten by this handsome leopard. And she loved every second of the sensation, the view, the very idea. The realization hit her that very second. So far, she had only dreamt of digging her imaginary carnivorous teeth into that soft flesh of her own body that she found so irresistive. But in him she had now found someone she could imagine to share with.  A pack member, a loved mate who she felt she'd be willing to let him have his share of this irresistive delicious body her weird mind presented her in the mirror every day, that was hers.

A moan escaped her, and she pushed her groin harder between these hungry row of teeth in this loving, devouring, hungry leopard maw, until the sensation of his fangs against her skin peaked. Peaked in a sharp stinging sensation that turned her moan into a whimper, which she had to suppress by biting her own lips as she buried her face in his fur once more while tremor after tremor ran through her body.

Kenu suddenly tasted the exciting, metallic note. It was a tiny cut in her labia that his sharp fang had scraped, but now the taste of her blood filled his mouth and accented her flavour in a way that drove his instincts insane.  He sucked on her flesh and squeezed her sensitive folds against his gums, then gulped down the mixture of delicious juice and saliva that was now spiced with a single drop of lovely gazelle blood. He wanted more, instinctively he wanted to bite her, chew her, gulp her down and fill his belly with mouth sized chunks of her delicious body. But he knew he couldn't, he knew he had already taken it too far by drawing blood. So instead he let go, gave her tender sex a last suckling kiss as he pulled back and slid his lips over her throbbing folds. Instead he took her belly in between his teeth and played with the sensation of her soft skin between his jaws, felt her muscles trembling underneath.

Sylvia clenched her legs together, trying to hold back the blissful sensation that had so suddenly stopped when it had been at its strongest. Her sex throbbed and urged, and she moaned as she felt him on her belly. She placed her hand behind his head and held him closer against her delicious tummy just as she felt his four fangs poke the fold of skin that it sent a blissful jolt through her. He turned around, was on his knees, all over her now, and she was on her back and looked up into his face as he sent her a loving smile and licked her taste from his lips.

"Take me!" she whispered and exposed her neck, knowing the almost irresistible signal she sent to him just too well. But before his jaws connected with her sensitive skin, she felt his claws on her breast, groping her sensitive orb, and she gasped in delighted surprise as he pressed his hip against hers and her still sensitive nether lips embraced his fleshy cock from each side of his shaft.

Kenu knew what he wanted now. His cock however, although it had been throbbing and hard all day was still at half mast after the glorious blowjob she had just given him. All he could do is rub his hips against hers, until her wet folds brought it back to life. In the meantime he got himself and her in the right mood by playing his teeth and tongue over her breasts and of course her tender, vulnerable throat. He started with her nipples, squeezed her throat between his fangs and made growling sounds, and by the time he started nibbling her ears, she was whimpering, gasping for air in between tremors and had clenched her arms around his back.

And only now he was ready, he pulled his hips backwards and let his barbed cock slide over her wet hot folds until his tip suddenly came to rest against her eager opening. She felt that moment of perfect alignment just as instinctively as he did and pulled him closer, just as he pushed his hip forward, and his member slid inside her, digging its way deeply into her waiting sex.

Sylvia felt those barbs like small pleasant needle stings as Kenu squeezed himself into her effortlessly. Instinctively she held her breath and relaxed her hip as the sensation slid deeper and deeper inside her, until she could not pinpoint where exactly the sensation came from. She just still felt the pleasant sensation of his shaft sliding past her squeezing nether lips on its way in, sending little shivers through her that made her lips tremble. Then suddenly she felt a poking sensation from within her belly, and at the same time Kenu's furry scrotum squeezed against her wet folds in the blissful apex of this wonderful penetration. A moan escaped her, that reverberated against Kenu's lips that gave her throat a tight embrace.

Kenu struggled to somehow get rid of his pants that were still stuck around his knees. Sliding his legs against each other he eventually got rid of them, while each motion pressed his hip against Sylvia's and made her flex and wriggle in his grasp. Finally he was free of the teasing annoyance, and got more leverage, he pulled out of her, just to thrust again with new force, building up a nice slow rhythm, so he didn't exhaust himself too quickly.

Sylvia felt a sharp but exciting sting as his member pulled out of her, his hard barbs hooked on her insides, not willing to let him slide out that easily. The sensation went away as quickly as it came, to be replaced by the pleasant feeling of his next thrust, peaking in the sensation of his hip hilting against hers, so his balls slapped against her in the small sensitive furles spot just under her tail. Each time it created a jolt of pleasure that raced all the way up her spine into her head. Her cheeks were on fire and her heart was racing so she heard her own heartbeat drum in her ears despite his jaws on her neck that squeezed and constricted her ever so slightly. It was like a dream, surreal, yet overwhelming. As if her body was an instrument that reverberated pleasure instead of music as he played it, every beat a jolt of ecstasy that drummed against her crotch and rang in her brain, deafening and yet melodic.  Her hands merely held on to his back for support, as she let herself be washed away in a torrent of sensations, allowed herself to be played by his claws and teeth, lips and breath, and his barbed cock deep inside her.

Kenu increased the rhythm, felt the ecstatic rush of an orgasm that was slowly building up and sent its warm tension ahead that would eventually explode in a trembling, a gush of cum deep inside her. But he wasn't there yet, her earlier blowjob made sure he didn't spend himself that quickly and he had time to play with her as he saw fit - tempting trembles and moans from her throat that he wasn't sure if she was even consciously aware of, or too far gone in pleasure to even realize what her body was doing. Either way, he could tell by her moans and gasps, by her shivering and trembling muscles just where her buttons were, where his teeth sent the most exquisite jolts of pleasure through her.  As he came closer to his peak, he went rougher, gave in to instinct and his teeth sought her shoulder in a feline way until her moans turned into a long bleat of ecstasy that drove him wild and closer to the edge. He slammed his hip into her so hard, her body jumped forward for half an inch every thrust, then ripped her back down on her sheets, while his claws dug into her flanks and back in a loving embrace. Suddenly he felt her tense, felt her fingers on his back clench in such a way - even though she didn't even have claws to dig into his fur - it sent a pleasant jolt of pain through him. He hilted one more time in her arching body, as deep as he could, until he felt his tip squeeze tightly against the barrier deep inside he.

And then he came. Every muscle tensed, a searing hot wave of pleasure raging behind his eyelids that he had pressed shut, he clenched and clenched and clenched, his hips pressed so hard against hers that it hurt, while he felt squirt after squirt of his seed erupt deep inside her until the last, shuddering drop.

Sylvia just held on to his arched, tensed back. The moment was eerily calm and seemed to take longer than it actually did. She felt him squirt inside her, and a pleasant shiver run through her despite the heat, that sent her fur standing up and prickled on her skin like a cold breeze on a hot day. She felt hot and cold at the same time and where she had felt like in a dream before she was now engulfed in a sense of clarity where she seemed to sense every single hair, every single cell of her body, his body, the room around her.  Then she felt her belly clench in a wonderful sensation, squeezing his cock, trapping him deep inside her with these wonderful barbs of his. And she reached down with her arms until her hands grasped his strong firm buttocks and pulled him against her even firmer, while her hip met every thrust of his and clenched with him, sucked every drop of cum out of his dick and into her womb.

She knew she likely could not get pregnant from him, and she wasn't in season anyway, but that moment she wouldn't have cared. She would gladly have carried his cubs, or fawns or whatever weird hybrids their union created if it came to that. Sighing a long sigh, filling her lungs with fresh cold air after the hot peak they had shared, she pulled him down on him. He was now limp and spend, but started to gently lick her neck and her shoulders, which burnt from the bite marks his teeth had left there during the violent ascent of his climax.  She knew that feline trait, and she loved it. Even if it meant she'd be sore for a day or two.

Gently she petted his head between the ears, and he actually made a purring sound before he finally opened his eyes and looked into hers.

"I think I love you." he said weakly with a gentle feline smirk.

She smiled back, tried to think of the consequences. She had a new boyfriend now, so much was clear.

"So you like my taste?" she asked, smirking as well.

"I couldn't have enough of you." he answered, licking his lips.

"Me neither." she answered with a hinting smile and licked her lips as well, savoring the last traces of the salty taste of his cum. Then she closed her eyes and  bent her head upwards in front of his eyes while she brushed her free hand down her own neck, with her fingers slowly tracing over her fur - from her chin over the bruises and bite marks on her throat down to her chest.

She knew he couldn't resist that view. And sure enough she felt his kiss an instant later, the only way a leopard should ever kiss a gazelle: With his fangs bared on either side of her neck, and her trembling throat pressed against his rough tongue, deep within his maw - Squeezed tight between powerful jaws that could both take her life and give her pleasure beyond measure.

Sylvia was completely at his mercy, but somehow she didn't mind, she loved it.  It was as if she finally had found her place where she could fully enjoy her fantasy.

Under him claws and between his teeth.