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“Old Flames, and Role Playing Games.”
By Lein.
Discalmer: The Lionhearts -- And anything accociated with the Lionhearts -- are and shall forever more, be the sole property of MGM Studio's and not me.
SAN DIEGO: 1999
“My tie is too tight,” Leo grumbled as he tugged at it.
“You’re the one who picked it out dear,” Lana muttered as she reached up to his neck to pry his fingers away from the knots. “If you’d gone for the one I suggested – Will you stop fiddling with it!”
“I’m not wearing a bow tie,” Leo sighed, as complied. “Besides, I like this tie.”
“Yeah,” Lana said, adjusting it. “That’s why it’s so small and you’re complaining.” She loosened it just enough so that it wouldn’t fall apart. “Now, just let it be.”
“Mom, Dad,” Kate asked, “It’s freezing out here, are we going inside or not?”
“Yes, honey,” Lana said, taking Judy back from Spencer, “Now that I’d sorted out your father. Let’s go.”
The whole family walked in through the double doors of the hotel where the massive banner read, “Welcome Back Crew of 82!” The lobby of the hotel was swarming with guests, as they entered. Bellboys rushed this way and that.
“Well, we’re not going to get any luggage help,” Leo said, as one bellboy nearly slammed into him as he rushed past. “I’ll go get us booked in, while you guys see to our luggage.”
“Leave it to us Mom,” Kate said, as she and Spencer both turned to get their bags which were still out by the curb.
Lana looked around at all the people milling about in the lobby, looking for familiar faces. A large banner, much lager than the one outside, hung above the grand staircase that said exactly the same thing. “Welcome Back Crew of 82!” Lana smiled, and sighed happily. She and her family were attending a reunion of her old circus. She looked up at the sign once more. 1982. Good God, has it really been that long? She then spied the cast and crew photo's, plastered along the wall. Her photo was instantly recognizable. She smiled at how young she was, and chuckled at seeing her now short hair, long and tied up in a pony tail in the photo.
“Excuse me miss,” a male voice said from behind Lana, drawing her attention, “But I was wondering if…” The voice trailed off as Lana turned around, and she in turn, was just as surprised that she nearly dropped Judy.
Behind her, stood a human man in his late 30’s with short blond hair. His casual dress clearly told he was not part of the reunion party but the camera around his neck told what he was there for.
“Brett!?” Lana exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and awe.
“Well, Lana,” he answered with a smirk. “I supposed it shouldn’t be so much a surprise to find YOU here.”
SAN DIEGO: 16 YEARS AGO…
“You want to me to do what?” Lana asked.
“Pose for me!” Brett replied.
Lana leaned back into her seat, staring back at the human male in front of her. It had been no more than four hours ago, after she’d finished her high-wire acrobatic act at the circus than she’d received a hand written message, asking her to meet with someone who could further her care at the local café just across the road from where the Circus was set up.
Curiosity had gotten the better of her, and so after cleaning herself up she’d gone across the road to meet this mystery man. She been there no longer than two minutes when he’d approached her, introduced himself as a Mr. Brett Saunders, and then took her to a private both and dropped the bomb shell.
“So you’re a fashion photographer?”
“Exactly,” Brett replied, reaching down to the black shoulder bag he had with him, unzipped it, and pulled out a thick vanilla folder. “Here’s some of my work.” He placed it down with an audible thump, and pushed it across the table towards her. “Take a look, and tell me what you think.”
Lana just stared back at him. He was very cute. Finally, she shrugged, reached over and opened it. And was taken back. Inside where fashion photo’s. Women wearing all kinds of fashions, striking sensational posses. Lana flipped over each photo after she’d seen them. As she got towards the back, she saw new photo’s. Photo’s of Morphs, like her. Fox morphs, mice morphs, cat morphs.
“As you can see,” Brett’s voice made her look up. “I have an affiliation for Morphs, like yourself.” He leaned back into his seat, resting one arm on top of the seat, while he crossed his legs. “I caught your act this morning, and I just loved the posses you performed as you leapt about up there.” He squared his fingers as he framed her face for his eyes. “I believe that I can capture much more of your inner beauty, my dear.”
Lana was stunned. She didn’t know what to say. “Inner…. Beauty?” She blushed heavily under her fur. Thankfully though, her fur kept it hidden from the human in front of her. “…I…” She was at a loss for words.
Although Brett wasn’t able to see her blushing, he was able to tell she was flustered from being called beautiful. “So, what do you say?” he asked, leaning forward across the table. “Do you feel up to a photo shoot? I have all the equipment I need. I even have an automatic camera and tri-pod so that I can take photo’s without even needing to operate the camera. Not very many private photographers have those, you know.”
Lana looked down at the photo in front of her. It was of a female wolf morph lingerie model, striking a sexy pose. For a split second, she saw herself in the exact same pose, wearing the wolf’s lingerie.
“Okay,” she said with a sharp nod. “I’ll do it.”
Brett clapped his hands tighter. “Wonderful,” he said. He then reached into his shirt pocket, and handed her a business card. “Here’s my card. It has the address of my studio on there. Be there tomorrow at 9am sharp.”
Lana was still stunned as Brett collected his folder, and placing it into his back pack, got up and left. He winked at her as he exited the café. Lana blinked back at nothing, before recollecting her thoughts. “A photo shoot?” She hummed to herself. For a human, he was very handsome. She’d always thought she’d find a nice male lion to settle down with, but so far, she hadn’t found a single one.
She shook her head. What was she thinking? She’d only meet this guy for five minuets, and she was already thinking about marriage!? Well, he was extremely cute, and she did catch a glimpse of his broad shoulders. She giggled like a little school girl.
She stood up. “Well, tomorrow should be an interesting day!” Lana then exited the café and headed back across the road to the circus.
THE NEXT DAY…
Lana had gotten a lift from the supply master as he headed into the city to stock up of fresh vegetables. Brett’s studio wasn’t in a shady part of town at all. It looked like a district for ‘Mom & Pop’ stores. The building was a low two story orange-red brick building, with very few windows, on the corner of a ‘T’ intersection.
Lana thanked the Supply Master, and watched him drive off around the corner, before heading over, and ringing the bell on the front door.
The blinds behind the glass window on the door parted slightly, and she caught a glimpse of hazel eyes staring back at her. Then the blinds snapped back to shape, and there was the sound of locks tumbling, before the door swung wide open.
Brett stood at the door, smiling. “Welcome, Lana,” he said, looking at his watch, “And you’re right on time, too.” He stood aside, allowing her to enter the building.
The door opened up to a small reception area with no front desk. There were seats along the sides of the wall, and two doors that lead of straight ahead of her, and one to the right. “So, this is your building?”
“I pay the rent,” he answered, leading her to the door in front of her. “My studio is on the second floor. Please, follow me.” He led her through the door, and up a flight of very step stairs. Lana kept her gaze glue to his backside as she climbed the stairs, and her eyes flared with excitement. At the top, it opened up into a short hallway, with two doors on each side. “In here.”
Brett then opened the nearest door to him, and stepped into what had to be a changing room. It was very small, with a single mirror that had three seats in front of it, and two curtain covered changing rooms at each end of the room. “We’ll set you up with your costume here.”
“My… Costume?” Lana asked. Brett reached over to one of the chairs, where a black suit carrier lay, neatly folded over it.
“For the shoot!” Brett said, handing it to her. She accepted without hesitation. “I figured for your shoot, we try something… different.”
Now, Lana was paying attention to Brett other than his good-looking body. “How different?” She asked.
“Don’t panic,” Brett said, holding out his hands in self defense. “There’s no sex involved, and I have no intention of abusing your trust ether. All I have in mind is just a little role playing, that’s all.”
“Role-playing?” Lana was confused.
“It’s like directing a movie.” Brett explained. “I take photos of you, while explaining a story, and you act it out. Much like an old silent movie, except its pictures, not film.”
“Oh,” Lana answered. “Okay.” She thumbed over at one of the changing rooms. “I’ll just go get ready.”
Brett nodded, as she walked over to the room, pulled aside the curtain, and disappeared behind it, as it fell back into place. He then opened up his metal case, and took out his camera, the one he’d be using for the shoot. He took the lenses cap off and looked through the view finder, and then tested the zoom.
“You want me to wear THIS!?” Lana’s voice came from behind the changing curtain.
“When you come out, I’ll explain,” Brett called back.
Lana didn’t take long. Brett was checking how many rolls of film he had when the curtain was pulled aside, and out came Lana. She wore a skimpy leopard skin loin cloth, with a single shoulder-strap leopard skin bikini top. She posed with her hands on her hips, while Brett looked on in stunned silence.
He whistled in approval. “You know,” Lana said sternly, “Although I’m a lion, I’m technically a cat, so wearing something that looks like it was skinned from another cat makes me feel a little queasy.”
Bret shrugged. “Well, sadly yes, but it gives you that primal, savage look that I was going for.” He clawed the air with his free hand. Lana watched him then shrugged herself.
“So, you said you were going to explain?”
“Yes,” Brett answered, setting down his camera. “This photo shoot is all about bringing out the animal in you…”
“Not hard to do, even though I am a morph I’m technically an animal,” Lana pointed out.
“I know that,” Brett said waving the response away with a shaking of his wrist, “But I’m talking about the wild animal in you.” Now Lana raised an eyebrow. “The Lion, king of the jun -- I mean, queen of the jungle! The unbeatable predator of the African savanna’s!”
Lana rubbed her chin. “Okay!” Then, she smiled. “I’m fine with that. We’re do we shoot?”
“The studio is back here!” He led her back out into the small hallway, towards the door at the other end. “This is where I set up the background for the shoot.” Lana followed him as he opened the door, and walked into a dark room. “Mind your step,” he called out, as he headed over to the wall. “There’s lots of cables lying about.”
There was the sound of a switch being thrown, and with a few flickers, the room was bathed in light. Lana had to bite her bottom lip to keep from laughing. The floor was almost a sea of cables, with lights hanging everywhere, all pointed at a cardboard cutout set of what was supposed to be the African planes.
“What do you think?” Brett asked, appearing from behind her.
“You make this yourself?” Lana asked, trying to hide her amused smile from the human.
“Yeah,” Brett answered as he walked over to the set, moving a few cutout bushes aside. “It’s something I made in my spare time.”
Lana walked over to the set, and surveyed it with her hands on her hips. “So, this is my hunting ground, eh?” She was now amused by the whole idea so much that she actually felt like playing along.
“Yeah,” Brett answered, stepping backwards off the set, to where he had his camera on a stool. “This is where the Lioness hunts her prey!” He tested the zoom, before kneeling down on one knee. “Let’s just try a few posses first, shall we?”
“What do you want?” Lana asked with a smirk, giving a sexy lean-too pose.
Brett licked his lips as he automatically snapped a shot. “Let’s… Let’s go for a sexy stalk.”
“Stalking my prey, eh?” Lana asked, as she started crouching down, moving into a kneeling position and facing towards the camera. She arched her back, accenting her bust line, and looked straight at him, head tilted slightly to the side.
“Uh. . . good. Good.” Brett licked his lips nervously, and took a picture from where he stood, then moved a little to the left, crouched, taking another, and took a third a tad off to the right standing on the stool, each time focused on her face.
Lana followed him all the while. She felt more and more relaxed in her environment, and less like a fool. She gave a smile for his third shot, after his fifth, she started feeling playful. As he was kneeling for a close up shot, she parted her lips slightly and drew her tongue slowly along her teeth. Brett took three more pictures as she did that, and Lana smirked as she saw his hands shivering.
“Very n-nice,” he said, taking a few steps back and lowering the camera.
“So, what do you want next, hmmm?” Lana asked, leaning forward to rest on all fours, much like her primitive ancestors. She purred as she narrowed her eyes to glair hungrily at him. “Do you want sexy? Dangerous? Or just relaxed?” She let her words trail off in a low hiss.
“Maybe…” Brett seemed to be at a loss for words. “Well… What d-do you feel like?” He asked, unable to tear his eyes away from the excellent view of her cleavage he was getting.
Lana thought about that for a second. “How about… This!” She leaned forward, placing her palms flat on the ground, and threw her head back. . . and roared. The sound wasn’t that deafening, but it was still like standing a few feet from a speaker at an outdoor concert. Brett visibly cringed, but he managed to snap one picture mid-roar.
“Wow, you’re… You’re really getting into this, aren’t you.” Brett said, his limbs slightly trembling. Lana beamed with joy. She couldn’t help it.
“I’m finding it fun,” she said with a quick shrug. “I’ll admit it felt awkward and silly at first, but…” She rose so quickly that Brett actually took a step back. “But.. I’m finding this VERY enjoyable.” She walked towards him, placing one foot in directly front of the other. “Getting back to my roots. Being one with the jungle.” She halted before him, and leaned in so that her muzzle was merely inches away from his face. “It’s all so exhilarating.” She practically whispered that sentence.
Brett just blinked back. “Yes, I’m sure it is,” he muttered, flustered. Something smacked against his rump and he yelped out loud in surprise as he practically jumped backwards. He rubbed his rump and looked down to see Lana’s swaying tail. “Now, why don't we try for some more shots?”
“Doing…?” Lana asked, putting on hand on her hips as she leaned her head slightly. A lazy grin spread across her muzzle.
“More stalking!” The words flew from his lips.
“More stalking?” Lana asked, she looked disappointed. “Why don’t we try for something… different.”
“Like…?” Bret asked.
Her eyes rolled around the room, before zooming in on Brett. This time, when Lana grinned, she showed teeth. “Like… catching, prey!”
Bret gulped. “S-sure,” he said, his voice an octave higher than normal. “I have a dummy Impala that…”
“No, no, no,” Lana said shaking her head. “A dummy will look cheesy. We’re going to need something… real.”
“I don’t think I can get my hands on a real Impala,” Brett was silenced as something snaked up his right leg. He trailed off as he looked down to see Lana’s tail working its way up his leg to his backside.
“I wasn’t talking about using a real Impala,” she said, as the tail suddenly whipped around Bret’s waist, and pulled him towards her. “I was talking about using what we have.” Brett was pulled into her, his waist meeting hers. Bret opened his mouth to speak but no sound came forth. Lana smiled as she reached up one hand to grip his shoulder. “You did say that I was going for the wild approach, and,” her other hand moved up to grip his arm, not painfully but enough so that he wouldn’t be able to move away. She leaned in closer and whispered, “Impala weren’t the only prey my four-legged ancestors hunted.”
“B-but I need to operate the camera!” Brett quickly shot back, trying to move away. Lana’s grip on his shoulder and arm held him fast.
“You have a tri-pod, and your camera has an automatic setting,” Lana said, the hand gripping his arm began to loosen and starting gently rubbing up and down. “Remember, you told me back at the café.”
For the first time in his life, Brett almost swore at his bragging. “W-what do you have in mind?” His voice was almost horse.
“Just a little role playing, that’s all.” Lana cooed, echoing the exact words he’d used. The hand gripping his shoulder, traveled down to the space between his shoulder blades, and she pulled him into an embrace. Her breasts pressed up against his chest. He looked up at her, realizing just how tall she was, up close. “Rrroooooww,” Lana gave a combination of a purr and a meow, as she gave Brett a squeeze. “You’re very well built, for a photog!”
“I n-need to be I-in great sha-ape for shoots,” Brett stuttered. “S-sh-sh-shall I get set u-up?”
“Make it quick,” Lana said, letting go. Brett fell out of her arms and landed on his back. She then leaned down over him, her chest sticking out, and a smile on his lips. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
All Brett saw was her smile, and her cleavage, which looked spectacular. He didn’t say anything as he scrambled to his feet. He rushed over to the large trunk that held all his equipment.
“And keep your self in sight, okay!” Lana called out to him. “I don’t like to lose track of my prey.” Bret nearly snapped the key off, but he managed to calm himself down.
“She’s just messing with me,” Brett mumbled as he began pulling his equipment out. “She’s just trying to get me back for earlier.” He actually found himself moving for fluently now. His trembling had stopped. He finished getting all the equipment he need, and actually smiled. “She’s not going to really eat me.” He then grinned broadly. “Well, play as you like, you can’t scare me my dear savage lioness.”
He picked up all the equipment and walked back over to his station. Placing it all down, he began to assemble the tri-pod and automatic camera. Lana walked over to him as he worked.
“You seem awfully calm, Mr. Saunders,” Lana said down to him, her arms crossed.
“It’s a photo shot, My Dear,” Brett said coolly, as he tightened the screws. “I have to be at my calmest in order to get the best shot.” He then turned to smile at her. “After all, there’s nothing that should make me nervous about a little roll play, right?” He gave her a predatory wink as he witnessed the disappointment in her eyes. He chuckled to himself.
“A little roll play, right!” Lana muttered as she leaned back. She watched him set up his equipment, disappointed at the fact he was no longer shaking in his boots. It was then, that she thought of something else. She smiled slowly. “Yes, a little roll play.”
Brett didn’t take too much longer, he was finished and ready to shoot. “Okay,” he said to Lana as he pointed at the camera. “It’s going to take three shot every minute, on the tick. That’ll give us enough time to get into our positions for the next shot.” He then clapped both his hands together and looking her directly in the eye, asked, “So, what’s on the menu.” He grinned for good measure.
Lana just smiled back at him with folded arms. “You are,” she said plainly.
“I gathered that much already,” Brett answered with a chuckle. “But what I meant was, what do you have in mind?” He then pointed at the camera. “Let me know so that I get set the timer.”
“Start it now,” she said. Brett walked over and set it up, before turning around. Lana wasn’t there on the set. He started to call out her name when she interrupted. “I’m hiding! Come onto the center of the set.” He shrugged and complied.
“Now what…?” He asked. “The clock’s ticking.”
“Look towards the camera, but make it look like you’re a tourist,” Lana said. “Out surveying the African plane!” Brett shrugged and did as he was told. The camera clicked three times, signaling it was taking pictures.
“Wow,” Brett said sarcastically, “I now have three pictures of myself. Whoopee!”
“Quite,” Lana instructed, “We’re role playing, remember!” Brett nodded, and went back to looking like a tourist. “You’ve come looking for fun, adventure, and of cause, a little danger.” Lana continued. Brett could’ve sworn her voice was changing direction every time she spoke. “You’ve decided to go out and explore the country side, but to get a tour guide would be too boring, so, you decided to go by yourself. Quick, bend down and look like you’re taking a drink from a lake! Now!” Brett did as he was told. No sooner had he done this, than the camera clicked three times.
“Is anything going to happen?” He asked. “Or am I only going to have shots of myself?”
“I said quite!” Lana shouted back, although it was nearly a roar. Brett actually jumped a little. Where ever she was, he hoped she hadn’t seen that. “Feeling a little thirsty, you take a drink from the nearby lake. Making sure that there is no danger from the water, however, you fail to look for any danger from behind.” Bret started to look around. “Don’t look around!” She cried back. Brett quickly faced back to the front. “Not till I tell you too, okay?”
“Gotcha,” Bret replied.
“Good, keep drinking.” Brett did as he was told. The Camera clicked three times again. He did well to conceal his irritated sigh.
“Still drinking.” He called. There was no response. “Hello?” Nothing. Slowly, he turned his head, to look over his shoulder. Nothing. Lana wasn’t there. “Lana?” He called out, standing up. He walked over to the fake bushes and looked behind them. Nothing. She wasn’t back there.
“Hello.”
Brett spun around and his nose actually made contact with Lana’s. She stood behind him, smiling. He screamed out loud, and fell over, landing with a crash. “Oh, Jesus, you scared me, Lana!”
“Still roll playing,” Lana said through her teeth. “You don’t know me, got it!” Brett nodded. “Good, now, back to the script.” She moved to stand over him, legs spread apart, hands on her hips, as she looked down at him, with her head to one side. “Well now, aren’t you going to say hello?”
“Hello?” Brett answered back. He wasn’t too sure what script this was from. “Who are you.”
“My name is Lana,” she said, standing up straight and tall. “And who might you be, handsome?”
“I’m Brett,” he answered back. There was a moment’s silence, as the camera took a few more pictures. Lana didn’t say anything. She just stared down at him with a playful expression. Since she wasn’t saying anything, Brett decided to make the next move. “So, uhh, what are you doing out here.”
“Me?” Lana asked, walking around to his side. “This is my territory,” she spread her arms wide. “That’s what I’m doing out here. What would you say if I came to your property and asked you that same question?” “Oh,” was all Brett could say. “Speaking of which, what are you doing out here, cute stuff?” Lana asked, “And all by yourself, might I add.”
“Oh, ahh,” Brett had to think back to what Lana was saying before about his character. “I was just, uhh, sightseeing! Yeah, that was it. Sightseeing. But I like fun and danger, so instead of hiring a tour guide, I came out here by myself. You know, the thrill of the unknown.”
“Ahh, a thrill seeker,” Lana said re-crossing her arms. “Come to Africa for the danger, eh? There’s lots of dangers in Africa,” she uncrossed her arms as she started circling him. “Diseases, street crime,” she stopped as she leaned down over him. “And of cause, wild animals.”
“I’m not deterred by those,” Brett replied. “In fact, it’s that last thing you mentioned that drew me here in the first place.”
“Really?” Lana cooed. “Come to see the wild animals?” She leaned in even closer. “And what do you plan to do when you find them, hmmm?”
“Take photo’s, of cause,” Brett replied. He never heard the camera clicking in the background. “I’m a photographer.”
“A photographer, of cause,” Lana said, moving back a little. “Take a piece of Africa home with you.” She then mocked a hurt expression. “But what about me? You take photo’s of me, and take a little piece of me back with you, but I don’t get to keep a little piece of you.”
“Huh!? What!?!” Brett lost his composure, and forgot about the role playing, sitting up. “You want to take photo’s of ME!?” She looked back at him with an unreadable expression.
“Take photo’s of you?” She shook her head. “No, no, no, my beautiful human. I don’t want silly pictures of you.” Suddenly, her face was in front of his. Brett would’ve jerked his head back, had not she also managed to slip her hand behind it to keep it from moving. “I want you!”
“Want… me…?” Brett was confused. What kind of script was Lana playing? “W-what do you mean?”
He became aware suddenly, of a strong hand on his chest, pushing him onto his back. “It means what I said,” Lana answered, climbing on top of him. “I want to keep you.”
“Now wait a second,” Brett responded. “I have a job…”
“Not anymore you don’t,” Lana answered. “You’re mine!” With a growl, her hands suddenly shot out to pin his arms down.
“Hey, not so rough!” Brett shot back. Lana ignored him, as she straddled his waist, to pin his legs. He struggled, weakly at first, but the more he struggled, the tighter Lana’s grip got. “This is my territory, Human,” Lana said, looming over his face. “And anything that wanders into MY territory belongs to me!” She laughed as he struggled even harder to no avail. “You asked me before what I was doing? Well, let me tell you the truth. I was out hunting. I am a predator, and now, you are my prey!” She licked her lips nosily.
Lana’s grip painfully tightened as he continued to struggle. “Hey, Lana, role playing or not, you’re hurting me.” Brett cried out.
She smiled down at him. The smile made Brett freeze, sending a chill down his spin. She leaned in close, her nose touching his, and whispered, “Who’s role playing, Brett?” Brett was frozen, unable to move. She wasn’t role playing?! “MM-mmm!” Lana purred, “I always thought you looked yummy, Brett,” she leaned down and opening her mouth, licked his face, from chin to forehead. “But I never thought you WERE yummy.”
Oh dear God, she really was planning to eat him. Brett opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out. He just lay there, gapping like a fish out of water, paralyzed with fear.
Lana placed a single finger under his chin and closed his mouth. “Now, now, Brett, we can’t have you making a racket! We wouldn’t want any unexpected visitors to drop in on us now, would we?” Brett found his limbs wouldn’t work. His vocal cords wouldn’t, the only thing that seemed to work was his breathing and his eyes. Lana leaned back to sit up straight. “Now then, let’s get these off you, shall we?” She pulled at his shirt. “In the past, I’ve found digesting clothing gives me indigestion.”
She lifted her hands up, and unsheathed her claws, and then, with a growl, swiped at his chest, neatly slicing his shirt to ribbons. She then pulled at them, ripping them off, exposing his chest. Brett saw the instant flare in her eyes as his chest was exposed to her gaze. “Rrreeoooww!” She murmured, as she rolled of to the side, and sliced off his belt.
“You know, Brett,” she said to him, “I think it’s time I told you, I felt your reaction when you were pressed up against my body.” Her hand came down on his groin. “Such a pervert.” With lighting speed, she drew a single clawed finger down his pants, tearing it open. She then grabbed them, and whipped his pants off, leaving him clad in only his shoes, socks, and underwear.
Brett still found himself unable to command movement. He was still breathing, and his eyes flickered about, but nothing more. He looked down as far as he could, as he felt a tugging sensation at his jocks. Lana was eyeing them hungrily.
“You know, Brett,” Lana said, not taking her eyes of his briefs. “Since you are my prey, the law of the jungle clearly states that a predator can do anything they like with their prey. Perhaps I can make your last moments on earth… pleasurable?” With a quick flick of her wrist, his underpants were torn asunder. “Something to remember you by, before I settle you into my stomach.”
A clawed hand came down, and settled across his length, which despite the circumstances was fully erect. She then drew her claws along him -- despite his paralyzed state -- producing a shuddering gasp from Brett. She then encircled him with her hand, and gently squeezed.
Brett emitted a low moan. She then pressed his length down against his belly, then pulled sharply, released it; pressed, pulled, and released. Brett began to wonder weather or not he really was paralyzed as he began to gasp loudly from what Lana was doing to him. He gritted his teeth as he felt himself ready to release…
…When she stopped. He gasped loudly in disappointment, as she rolled over to straddle his waist once more. “Not yet, my dear,” she whispered. She positioned herself so that she was straddling Brett, his ragging erection brushing up gently against her inner thigh. “I still wanna have some fun with you.” She then leaned over to his neck, and gave him a feather soft kiss. She then moved her right hand to the left side of his head to hold it there, as she traced a path of kisses along his jaw line. Then, her face was in his line of sight. Her eyes seemed genital, not predatory, as she licked her lips, and lowered her mouth to his, kissing him deeply.
He tried his limbs, but only his fingers and toes twitched in response. Lana’s kisses forced open his lips, allowing her tongue into his mouth. Brett heard her moan as she rapidly explored the inside of his mouth.
Breaking the kiss, she moved her kisses to the other side of his head, trailing along his cheek to nip playfully at his earlobe. She squeezed his chest mussels with both hands, before leaning slowly up, to sit upright. Brett watched her as she gave a relaxed expression. Her hands then trailed down his chest, drawing her claws over his abs, before snaking up her body, and gracefully gliding over her breasts, where they came to a slow stop.
She turned slightly to the left, keeping her hands on her breasts, before they just as slowly moved behind her back. Brett watched, memorized as Lana twisted her upper torso around to show him that her hands now gripped the metal clips that held her leopard skin bikini top together. She gave him a predatory wink, as her fingers moved with fluid motion, unclipping the clasps. Taking hold of both end, she then deliberately pealed back her bikini top, turning away from him as she pulled it off. Her back was too him, and her head looking over her shoulder, smiling. Lana then held out her right arm, holding the now discarded top, and let it tumble from her fingertips to puddle on the floor below.
Then, with all the grace of a dancer, turned her upper torso around to face him once again. Only this time, there was nothing to cover it up. Her breasts were as he’d envisioned them. Perfect, rounded sphere’s of thin fur, with two pink, fleshy dots in the center. Only this time, there was no bra to hold them together in order to create cleavage. Brett couldn’t take his eyes of them. The movement of her left arm caught his attention, as it reached behind her head to undo her pony-tail. Her hand came back, as she shook her head from side to side, allowing her light brown hair to cascade down around her shoulders.
Her face was hovering in front of his, all of a sudden. That predatory smile of hers had returned. She spoke in slow and deliberately. “You, are, mine!” Her face block his view as her right hand sneaked down to her loin-cloth and brushed it aside, allowing his member to rest against the fur hidden behind it.
She then leaned her head down to kiss him, as her rear rose up into the air, and hovered, her tail slowly moving from side to side, like a hypnotized python. She then broke off the kiss; leaning back, and without any warning, lowered her hips, sinking herself down onto Brett’s shaft. Brett almost cried out from the suddenness of her actions, while Lana herself emitted a low rumbling growl that worked its way up and out through her clenched teeth.
Her lips were pulled back, exposing a slight pink of gums, as she seemed frozen, her back arched, her tail almost dead straight on a 90 degree angle, her arms fully straightened out, fingers splayed across his chest. Then, she relaxed, sagging forward, her tail dropping, her arms bending. “So,” she breathed out. “This is what humans feel like.”
Brett still didn’t reply as he lay beneath her, his eyes rolled up in the back of his head. She leaned forward slightly, allowing her hands to snake across his chest, down his arms, to take his hands in hers. She then brought them up to cup her breasts, squeezing his hands against her, producing a moan from her lips. Brett could feel her nipples, now fully erect, against his palms, as she slowly rubbed them up and down her breasts.
She closed her eyes, and started purring. It was a low, rhythmic, therapeutic sound as her head rolled from side to side. Brett concentrated on the sensations beneath his fingers. Her fur was thing, and felt fine, not like a normal house cat. Her breasts had a rubbery feel to them, soft yet not squishy.
Then, his hands were taken away, as she lowered them to his side. Her hands then returned to his chest, as she arched forward, raising her hips of his member, and then just as effortlessly, sank back down onto it again.
Both participants moaned softly, before Lana raised her hips again, and lowered them; then raised them once more, and repeated the process. Bret was breathing heavily while Lana moaned every time she breathed out. Her trusts were timed with her breathing; breathing in, when raising her hips, and breathing out, while lowering them. Bret had no such routine, while he just lay there, not bothering to see if his limbs were working or not.
Lana began to gradually increase the speed of her trusts, morphing her low moans into short, sharp whimpers. Suddenly, she snapped forward, and with hart stopping suddenness, her hands whipped out to clasp the sides of Brett’s head, tilting it forward, to meet her lips, as she kissed him passionately.
Resting on her elbows, she kept up her pace, kissing Brett deeply, forcing her tongue inside his mouth. It whipped around inside like a severed cable, as she tilted her head to one side, trying to fit her mouth around his.
Her thrusts were starting to speed up as was her passion, as she broke of the kiss, breathing heavily into his face. She groaned loudly with each, before she started licking his face, her grip on the side of his head tightening to being almost painful. Her tongue was raspy, not rough like sandpaper, Brett realized, as her licks changed to rough kisses.
Brett could feel himself building up, inside her warm, tight passage. His face clenched as he tried to tilt his head back, but Lana’s hands held him firmly. She stopped kissing too, as her spine arched, her head rose up slowly, and then…
…Lana threw her head back as she roared, Brett’s whole body tensed, and the relaxed, as he felt the warmth growing from between Lana’s thighs. Like a slow spreading sensation, he felt the warmth all around his member, and then, it was gone.
He was dully aware that he was sitting up. Were his limbs finally working again? No. He quickly realized that as Lana had arched her back when she climaxed, she’d pulled Brett up with her, hugging him to her, crushing his head against her breasts.
Lana herself was bringing her breath back down to normal levels as her whole body loosened up from its stiff form to a more relaxed sag. She glanced down at Brett, the right side of his head up against her breasts. She smiled a gentle, caring smile, as she lowered her left arm to grip his back, while she stroked his hair with her right hand.
“You were wonderful,” she whispered to him.
“I was…” he replied weakly. “…Are you going to eat me now?”
She gave a soft giggle. “No,” she said. “I never had any intention of eating you. It was just all part of the game.”
“…Why am I not surprised.” Brett replied.
“I thought I’d just teach you a lesson for having such a naughty mind, that’s all.” She looked down at him. “Can you move now?” Lana asked. Brett hadn’t thought about it, and tested his right arm. It moved fluently up to rest on her cheek fur.
“…I guess that means yes.” He replied. He was then aware of another sound. It confused him at first, but it only took him a second to realize it was the automatic camera. It had been taking pictures the whole time. “I never realized role playing could be such fun.”
“You were very naughty, Brett,” Lana cooed, as she continued to stroke his hair. “Those fantasies of yours. Let this be a lesson to you. Be careful what you do, because there’s always bound to be someone naughtier than you. After all, it’s a jungle out there.”
One corner of Brett’s mouth rose slightly. "Heh," he said. Then, he began to chuckle. Then, he broke out into fits of laughter. Lana continued to stroke his hair, as he lay against her, laughing louder than she’d managed to roar.
THE PRESENT…
Lana looked back at Brett with undisguised shock. “What the hell are YOU doing here!? You were never part of the circus!”
“Oh, I was hired to be the party’s official photographer,” Brett replied with a smile. “I didn’t even think about the name of the circus, until I saw you.”
Just then, Leo materialized out of the crowd, and appeared at Lana’s side. “Well, honey, we’re in room 401.” He then turned to look at Brett. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your old circus friend?”
“Honey?” Brett asked, looking up at Leo. “My God,” he exclaimed, “I know you, you’re Leo Lionheart, aren’t you!?”
“Why, yes I am,” he replied, extending his hand, to shake Brett’s, “And you are?”
“Brett Saunders,” he answered, shaking Leo’s hand. He then paused, as something Leo had said earlier got to him, slower than it should’ve. “Honey?”
“Yes,” Lana interrupted, holding up her index finger to show off the gold ring there. “We’re married.”
Leo looked between the two. “Ex-boyfriend?” He asked Lana, pointing at Brett.
“It’s been sixteen years since I last saw him,” Lana said as she placed the one hand that wasn’t holding Judy on her hip and glared back at Brett. “I’m still not even sure if we ever got to the boyfriend-girlfriend stage!”
Leo took a second to let Lana’s words sink in, before he turned to Brett with an interested expression on his face. “Now this I’ve gotta here.”
“What happened to you, Brett?” Lana demanded. “You said you were going to attend my final performance before he left for LA, and that we were going to keep in touch.” She spread her free arm. “Yet not only did you NOT show up, but I never heard from you again, until ten seconds ago!?”
“Your final performance?” Brett looked confused. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. “Oh right! You’re big night! That’s it!” He snapped his fingers. “I remember that now, that’s the night I met that Brazilian B…!” He cut himself of a little too late, as he started blankly off into space with a horrified expression.
“Oh boy,” Leo muttered, turning away.
One second Lana’s expression was stern, the next it was twisted up in rage. “Brazilian who!?” She snarled, as she handed Judy over to Leo.
“I-it was a long time ago, Lana,” Brett said defensively, taking a step back. “I’m no longer in contact with her anymore.” He screwed his face up as he realized he’d only put his foot in it.
“Her!?!”
Brett never saw her hand pull back, but he sure felt it when it came across his face. The shock made him drop his camera to the floor.
“Whoa!” Behind them, Kate and Spencer stood there, their luggage behind them, and their mouths open with awe.
Lana then reached forward and grabbed Brett by his collar, yanking his face up close to hers. “I really should’ve eaten you all those years ago.” She then pushed him away, to that he fell over to land on his back. She then turned to her shocked and confused family. She saw her husband start to say something, hut she silenced him with a single finger to her lips. “You,” she said sternly to Leo, “I’ll explain later. And you two,” she pointed at both Spencer and Kate, “Not one question!” Both the kids nodded furiously.
“Well, uh, shall we go to our room then?” Leo asked. Lana quickly took Judy back from Leo, and stalked off towards the Elevator.
THE END
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