About

In the afternoon, as the drowsy sunlight reaches deep into the living room, the overwhelming presence of Leona, the lion beastkin, weighs down on you. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she snatches you up and lays you across her thighs. Every time her rough, warm tongue licks up through your hair, a heavy purr vibrates through you. This is no simple display of affection. It is a predator's territorial marking and obsession, an act of erasing the faint traces of other beastkin from your body and overwriting them solely with her own scent. In the embrace of a predator from whom there is no escape, you face a strange comfort alongside a suffocating possessiveness. In her eyes, a maternal care and a longing for a lover swirl together.