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It was nighttime but my eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, even the faint outlines of objects in the room were unfamiliar, a sliver of light crept underneath the closed door. Where am I?
The bed was large and soft, dressed in white linens. I hid under a layer of blankets, I was wearing a white sleeping gown and little else, my red hair around me in long tangles. I heard a thud at the door and it pushed open spilling light into the room and he pawed slowly towards the bed. The lion I'd known for years even though I was just seeing him for the first time, he looked just as he should, worn gold, huge mane, gentle but formidable.
I smiled and pat the mattress next to me with the palm of my hand and felt the sudden jolt as he lept and the bed held his weight. He climbed on my body carefully like a very large housecat, his paws resting at my collarbones. I could feel his warm breath against my face and he stayed there for a moment just looking at me with those large molten bronze eyes.
He leaned in opening his great jaws licking my face with his rough tongue. I felt something unlock inside me and in that moment I wrapped my fingers in his mane, I opened my mouth and accepted his kiss, my small girl tongue brushing against his. Somehow this should have been awkward a woman kissing this lion but it was the most natural thing in the world, and though he was a lion he felt vaguely human and it felt incredible. I embraced him, kissing, a small noise escaping from me and I felt him kiss me harder, press into me and a low growl from him echoed into my mouth. I felt the sudden sharp sting of his claws kneading into my chest, red stains blossomed on the nightgown and my breath caught in my throat. For a moment I worried he might eat me but the fear quickly passed, he would never. I was lost to the heat of his mouth, the overwhelming rush of heat and want through my own body and the strange connection between us.
Then I woke up.
The bed was large and soft, dressed in white linens. I hid under a layer of blankets, I was wearing a white sleeping gown and little else, my red hair around me in long tangles. I heard a thud at the door and it pushed open spilling light into the room and he pawed slowly towards the bed. The lion I'd known for years even though I was just seeing him for the first time, he looked just as he should, worn gold, huge mane, gentle but formidable.
I smiled and pat the mattress next to me with the palm of my hand and felt the sudden jolt as he lept and the bed held his weight. He climbed on my body carefully like a very large housecat, his paws resting at my collarbones. I could feel his warm breath against my face and he stayed there for a moment just looking at me with those large molten bronze eyes.
He leaned in opening his great jaws licking my face with his rough tongue. I felt something unlock inside me and in that moment I wrapped my fingers in his mane, I opened my mouth and accepted his kiss, my small girl tongue brushing against his. Somehow this should have been awkward a woman kissing this lion but it was the most natural thing in the world, and though he was a lion he felt vaguely human and it felt incredible. I embraced him, kissing, a small noise escaping from me and I felt him kiss me harder, press into me and a low growl from him echoed into my mouth. I felt the sudden sharp sting of his claws kneading into my chest, red stains blossomed on the nightgown and my breath caught in my throat. For a moment I worried he might eat me but the fear quickly passed, he would never. I was lost to the heat of his mouth, the overwhelming rush of heat and want through my own body and the strange connection between us.
Then I woke up.