"I'm glad." Was all she could say for the moment. Brushing her mouth across his, she captured his lip in her teeth before plunging her tongue inside. Whether or not their relationship was equal in all things didn't matter. He helped make her happy, and she helped make him happy - those were the things that counted. And for whatever reason, Cyrus lusted after Fallon, and she him. That was something she refused to try and analyze. Chemistry...compatible signs, fate...none of it would change things or make a difference had she known. It was the way it was, and that was just fine with her.
Hearing Cyrus say she was sexy, fed Fallon's confidence. She would have rather the tables had been turned; however, for now she would let him be the aggressor. Her turn would come again soon she knew.
While he carried her to the bed, Fallon continued to kiss him, but once she was lying on the bed her ability to do much more than squirm was curtailed. But squirm she did, as his mouth traveled over her skin, and she relished every sensation he gifted her with. His description of her shifted form reminded her that she wanted to know more about what she had changed into. Had he not proceeded to apply his mouth to the junction of her legs then, she might have got the question out. As it was she could only gasp, and growl as he had just done...the start of her orgasm very evident.
"Cyrussssssss!" She hissed, and then decided she not only wanted to play a more active role in their lovemaking tonight, but she wanted to give him pleasure too.
"Wait...just a second..." She moaned, and as fast as she could she sat up, pulled on his arms until he was higher up on the bed alongside her, and then she moved towards the opposite end of the bed. Before they were through she would want to feel him inside her...deep, but now she could give as good as she was getting, and set about doing so.
"I was made for you Cyrus, and you for me. We just took a long way around finding each other."
Smiling at him, she rubbed her toe softly up his bicep, as she trailed her hand along his hip and ass. Reaching her head forward towards his groin, Fallon kissed the head of his penis, and then swirled her tongue around it. She could have teased him, and drawn out the torment, but Fallon's sole purpose now was just to love her man.
First night home (Private, attn Fallon)
The ride home from the House of Pain was short and he had behaved like a gentleman, or as close as he could get to such a title. They exited the car with dignity and waved goodbye to Nicole who stated that she had taken Suki home earlier. Unlocking the front door, Cyrus tossed his coat towards the rack and it hung itself up perfectly. Walking through the house, after locking the front door behind them, he opened the back door.
The construction was progressing nicely, the lower level skeletal structure was impressive, the floor that covered the lower level was completed. Their home would be finished before fall, at the latest. Emotions washed over Cyrus; joy, pleasure, contentment, excitement and what he could only call love. Fallon was the cause of so many good changes in his life. How could he not love her. Looking at her with a smile and fire in his eyes.
"Want to run or play?"
Fallon
17 years ago
Cyrus
17 years ago
Drowning in her scent, he was slightly confused when she told him to wait. Her sly repositioning would allow her access to his body which could only lead to more pleasure, so he simply groaned and nipped at the back of her thigh with his lips. Her cute toes moved along his arm and somehow he boggled at how he had not paid homage to them yet.
The deep thoughts she shared at times like these were always so insightful. Cyrus wished he could someday grasp them and add too them, but right now his mind was a much more primative thing than normal, which in and of itself was quite frightening. In the back of his mind where logic still lingered he figured their pasts simply too as long as they needed to become perfect matches for eachother, and apparently he had needed more time than Fallon. Unable to express this thought as her lips found his hard cock, Cyrus simply groaned while his hips shook and muscles twitched.
The little toes that had danced along his arm were back near him. Licking one closest to him before moving it to his mouth so he could suck and nibble upon her flesh. Mimicing her actions he strove to bring her as much pleasure as she gave him. His hands travelled over her body, across her legs to grasp her suculent ass. Straying only momentarily to her dampness before trailing up her curvy sides to brush against her breasts.
He wanted to make love to those perky orbs. To watch as her nipples hardened under his fingers, hear her gasp for breath as he licked those diamond hard nubs and feel the lush fullness under his hands. Since she was more on top of him, doing such wickedly wonderful things, he could only feel his way around, so he did. The occasional groan she had been ringing from him turned into a low steady growl as his hips jerked and flexed.
"Kitten! Now, I need you now." His harsh exclaimation was mostly in english, with only the endearment in ancient mongol. Unable to continue playing his hands grabbed at her hips, needed to plunge deep inside of her as he manuvered her atop him.
The deep thoughts she shared at times like these were always so insightful. Cyrus wished he could someday grasp them and add too them, but right now his mind was a much more primative thing than normal, which in and of itself was quite frightening. In the back of his mind where logic still lingered he figured their pasts simply too as long as they needed to become perfect matches for eachother, and apparently he had needed more time than Fallon. Unable to express this thought as her lips found his hard cock, Cyrus simply groaned while his hips shook and muscles twitched.
The little toes that had danced along his arm were back near him. Licking one closest to him before moving it to his mouth so he could suck and nibble upon her flesh. Mimicing her actions he strove to bring her as much pleasure as she gave him. His hands travelled over her body, across her legs to grasp her suculent ass. Straying only momentarily to her dampness before trailing up her curvy sides to brush against her breasts.
He wanted to make love to those perky orbs. To watch as her nipples hardened under his fingers, hear her gasp for breath as he licked those diamond hard nubs and feel the lush fullness under his hands. Since she was more on top of him, doing such wickedly wonderful things, he could only feel his way around, so he did. The occasional groan she had been ringing from him turned into a low steady growl as his hips jerked and flexed.
"Kitten! Now, I need you now." His harsh exclaimation was mostly in english, with only the endearment in ancient mongol. Unable to continue playing his hands grabbed at her hips, needed to plunge deep inside of her as he manuvered her atop him.
Fallon
17 years ago
His cock in her mouth, Fallon nearly bit him when he took her toe into his. It tickled. But his hands soon returned her focus to other sensations and she stepped up her sucking and licking. Her release was nearing, and she wanted him to join her with his, when the time came.
She liked the position they were now in, but knew it had limits. Her breasts ached for his touch, and she arched her back driving her hardened nipples into his hands. His thrusting hips helped, as she moved her mouth up and down his length, her tongue flicking back and forth across his sensitive skin.
She was only slightly disappointed that she hadn't more time to accomplish what she might have liked, but didn't fret. Poised on the verge, she wanted to come around him, as much as he wanted to be inside her.
Somehow she managed to release him from her mouth, and turn to face him. His eyes appeared full of leashed desire that she wanted him to let go of. Straddling his abdomen, she could feel him hard against her backside. But before she would let him enter her, she bent forward at the waist and kissed him. And as their lips and tongues played together she raised her hips and tilted her opening towards his cock. Pushing her face away from his for seconds, she smiled, lowered herself, and bit her lip as he filled her to bursting.
One day, if she could ever remember, she would need to ask him what it was he said to her when he spoke in his native language. For the most part it wasn't a real problem for her, as he only seemed to revert to it in moments of passion. Tonight he really had no reason to say anything, as she too was full of need, and quite happy to accommodate his implied request.
"I'm here Cyrus, always, and I need you too. Love me, like no one else can."
And that said, she began matching his thrusts with he own, and quickly found a rhythm that would soon have them both sated and spent.
She liked the position they were now in, but knew it had limits. Her breasts ached for his touch, and she arched her back driving her hardened nipples into his hands. His thrusting hips helped, as she moved her mouth up and down his length, her tongue flicking back and forth across his sensitive skin.
She was only slightly disappointed that she hadn't more time to accomplish what she might have liked, but didn't fret. Poised on the verge, she wanted to come around him, as much as he wanted to be inside her.
Somehow she managed to release him from her mouth, and turn to face him. His eyes appeared full of leashed desire that she wanted him to let go of. Straddling his abdomen, she could feel him hard against her backside. But before she would let him enter her, she bent forward at the waist and kissed him. And as their lips and tongues played together she raised her hips and tilted her opening towards his cock. Pushing her face away from his for seconds, she smiled, lowered herself, and bit her lip as he filled her to bursting.
One day, if she could ever remember, she would need to ask him what it was he said to her when he spoke in his native language. For the most part it wasn't a real problem for her, as he only seemed to revert to it in moments of passion. Tonight he really had no reason to say anything, as she too was full of need, and quite happy to accommodate his implied request.
"I'm here Cyrus, always, and I need you too. Love me, like no one else can."
And that said, she began matching his thrusts with he own, and quickly found a rhythm that would soon have them both sated and spent.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Need made his movements jerky and not nearly as agile as he was capable of. The feel of her body over his, brushing against his hardness sent his hips lunging forward with no purpose but to feel Fallon's skin on him again. His groans were half growls and getting progressively louder. She had driven him insane with desire. The kisses she stopped to give him were sweet, he turned them into carnal as his tongue plundered her mouth. Finally in the midst of the kiss, his wonderful kitten lowered herself onto him.
Barely able to hold onto any control, Cyrus kept grip on her hips and pushed her down upon him, grinding himself against her sensitive nerve endings. Her words were not completely lost on him, just filed away to be reviewed later, should he live. His hips lunged upwards, driving himself deeper into her body. His knees bent to give him better leverage, his hands kneeded the suculent flesh of Fallon's hips as she matched his thrusts. Eyes glassy at the bounce of her breasts with every thrust, he could hold out no longer.
Leaning forward slightly he caught that round flesh in his mental grasp gently and latched his lips onto her nipple. As his orgasm washed over him, he slid one fang into the full curve in his mouth, taking her essence just as surely as she took his. This time his control fled completely and his eyes rolled back in his head. Licking her tiny closing wound one last time before he shuddered and felt back onto the bed, drained.
His entire body twitched with aftershocks as pleasure trickled through his veins. Belatedly he realized that he had no idea if his kitten had found her pleasure. Hoping she had or would forgive him, he managed to pry open one eye and peer at her though every minute or two a shudder would rack his body.
Barely able to hold onto any control, Cyrus kept grip on her hips and pushed her down upon him, grinding himself against her sensitive nerve endings. Her words were not completely lost on him, just filed away to be reviewed later, should he live. His hips lunged upwards, driving himself deeper into her body. His knees bent to give him better leverage, his hands kneeded the suculent flesh of Fallon's hips as she matched his thrusts. Eyes glassy at the bounce of her breasts with every thrust, he could hold out no longer.
Leaning forward slightly he caught that round flesh in his mental grasp gently and latched his lips onto her nipple. As his orgasm washed over him, he slid one fang into the full curve in his mouth, taking her essence just as surely as she took his. This time his control fled completely and his eyes rolled back in his head. Licking her tiny closing wound one last time before he shuddered and felt back onto the bed, drained.
His entire body twitched with aftershocks as pleasure trickled through his veins. Belatedly he realized that he had no idea if his kitten had found her pleasure. Hoping she had or would forgive him, he managed to pry open one eye and peer at her though every minute or two a shudder would rack his body.
Fallon
17 years ago
There had never been one moment of thought, since he had professed feelings for her, that Fallon didn't believe Cyrus was the best man for her. She had never voiced her feelings because she had been afraid of jinxing things. And, because from what she knew of Cyrus, he was not terribly vocal about his feelings. The latter didn't matter at all though, as he showed his love for her in thousands of ways.
Like the way he was loving her now. Fallon felt his love in every thrust, and bite, and tried to show him her love in the same way. When he bit into her breast, she knew he had found his pleasure. That thought, coupled with the mechanics of her own body, shoved Fallon into an intense orgasm that seemed almost alive. The explosion didn't stop after once...twice...or even three times, but continued in the way of smaller pops that just kept on coming. She convulsed around him, from her arms, and legs, to the inner cavern that still held him so tightly. Had she been able to reach him with her lips, she surely would have nipped him as well, but that would wait for another time.
Unable to let go of the wondrous feelings, even when Cyrus was limp beneath her, Fallon continued a while longer. She was panting, and gasping, as she kept the same tempo, until sheer exhaustion pummeled her, and she finally collapsed. Unwilling to sever the tie with him, but knowing it was necessary, Fallon slid off Cyrus and remained curled against his side. Her hand stroked his chest and abs, finding the soft, sensual petting to be calming. Dawn was but no time at all away, and sleep was now gnawing at her too.
"Can I say that this day has been one of my all time best, if not THE best? Thank you Cyrus."
Her face was turned into his shoulder, and her words were a bit muffled, but at least she managed to keep her tears hidden. Even tears of joy were sometimes embarrassing, and she knew without them he would still understand what her words meant.
Like the way he was loving her now. Fallon felt his love in every thrust, and bite, and tried to show him her love in the same way. When he bit into her breast, she knew he had found his pleasure. That thought, coupled with the mechanics of her own body, shoved Fallon into an intense orgasm that seemed almost alive. The explosion didn't stop after once...twice...or even three times, but continued in the way of smaller pops that just kept on coming. She convulsed around him, from her arms, and legs, to the inner cavern that still held him so tightly. Had she been able to reach him with her lips, she surely would have nipped him as well, but that would wait for another time.
Unable to let go of the wondrous feelings, even when Cyrus was limp beneath her, Fallon continued a while longer. She was panting, and gasping, as she kept the same tempo, until sheer exhaustion pummeled her, and she finally collapsed. Unwilling to sever the tie with him, but knowing it was necessary, Fallon slid off Cyrus and remained curled against his side. Her hand stroked his chest and abs, finding the soft, sensual petting to be calming. Dawn was but no time at all away, and sleep was now gnawing at her too.
"Can I say that this day has been one of my all time best, if not THE best? Thank you Cyrus."
Her face was turned into his shoulder, and her words were a bit muffled, but at least she managed to keep her tears hidden. Even tears of joy were sometimes embarrassing, and she knew without them he would still understand what her words meant.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Cyrus realized that it was her shudders that continued to draw his pleasure out. She would twitch and convulse over him which would send him twitching under her. This cycle could not last for ever as each further nerve pulse brought closer pain instead of pleasure due to the sensory overload. With a groan half in relief and half in dismay, he let Fallon slide off of him. It was a good thing their own bodies were in tune as he could only start the journey with her, she sent him headfirst over too quickly for him to keep her with him.
Licking dry lips he watched his kitten as she pet him lightly. He had an arm under her head and could gently stroke her back and hip in return. His eyes smiled at her with love shinning brightly. "You made this night perfect, Kitten. I simply basked in your presence."
The light feeling on his shoulder could only be tears, kissing the top of her hair gently while he boggled at women. A good day and they cry, such silly beasts. Deciding to compliment her to distract her from the tears his free hand gently pet her shoulder.
"Your feline form is beautiful. A bobcat if I recall my North American felines correctly. Such soft spotted fur. An adorable short tail too. But then, I have enough tail for both of us." The last was said with a chuckle.
"Tomorrow we can explore our forest some more. Perhaps find a daysafe den should you wish to camp out. It was not hard to find one on the Anantya property so I doubt it will be difficult here. Though we have construction crews to worry about, no need to have someone stumble over some sleeping cats."
His voice got quieter and quieter while his stroking pets grew more languid. "Each change gets easier. You will be adept at it soon if you keep practicing. My beautiful kitten"
Licking dry lips he watched his kitten as she pet him lightly. He had an arm under her head and could gently stroke her back and hip in return. His eyes smiled at her with love shinning brightly. "You made this night perfect, Kitten. I simply basked in your presence."
The light feeling on his shoulder could only be tears, kissing the top of her hair gently while he boggled at women. A good day and they cry, such silly beasts. Deciding to compliment her to distract her from the tears his free hand gently pet her shoulder.
"Your feline form is beautiful. A bobcat if I recall my North American felines correctly. Such soft spotted fur. An adorable short tail too. But then, I have enough tail for both of us." The last was said with a chuckle.
"Tomorrow we can explore our forest some more. Perhaps find a daysafe den should you wish to camp out. It was not hard to find one on the Anantya property so I doubt it will be difficult here. Though we have construction crews to worry about, no need to have someone stumble over some sleeping cats."
His voice got quieter and quieter while his stroking pets grew more languid. "Each change gets easier. You will be adept at it soon if you keep practicing. My beautiful kitten"
Fallon
17 years ago
"A bobcat?" She repeated, with more than a little awe. It was one thing to see Cyrus change into his cat form, and to know there were others like him, but to know she now shared that experience with him too, was astounding.
Tracing small circles on his skin, and punctuating her thoughts with light kisses on him too, Fallon gave a silent prayer for having her animal be the same species as his.
"I'm surprised I have such a small tail...all things considered." She giggled, knowing her ass wasn't huge, but sufficient. "But yes, you have a magnificent tail." She chuckled softly, sure he would pick up on the double entendre. For his size, Cyrus was well endowed, or at least in Fallon's limited experience she thought so. It was fitting he would have a majestic tail in his cat form too, though she knew they weren't really related body parts.
"And spots too! We must make such a coordinated pair in our spots. Thank god I don't have to worry about having clashing stripes."
His talk lightened the mood, and Fallon hugged him. She only slightly understood how she came by her new ability, but even with that knowledge she had no idea how she lucked out and found her shape to be that of a feline, and one similar to his. Considering she might have been a dog, or a wolf...a horse, or an eagle...even a lion, or tiger, or a tiny house cat. Smiling to herself she thought it was more evidence that she belonged in Nachton now, and with Cyrus.
But to think about staying in her cat form for more time than what a casual romp would afford, was something Fallon would need time to adjust to.
"You don't feel vulnerable sleeping outside the house? The idea has some appeal, and if you think it's safe I'll try not to be too concerned. It is a lot to take in, but there is a part of me that finds the whole thing both confusing, and yet very exciting." And she did want control over the change, and ease. So if he didn't mind finding some place for them to spend more time in the forrest, Fallon would heartily agree.
Yawning, she stretched out full length with arms over her head, and then curled up again. One leg was curled over, and tucked between his, and one arm remained gently curved around his waist. They weren't covered, but the temperature in the room was perfectly comfortable, and the body heat from both of them would prevent either from becoming chilled. Again the notion that they were vulnerable flitted through Fallon's mind, but was gone with her exhaled breath. She was with Cyrus, she was happy, and nothing would happen to ruin any of it. She hoped.
Tracing small circles on his skin, and punctuating her thoughts with light kisses on him too, Fallon gave a silent prayer for having her animal be the same species as his.
"I'm surprised I have such a small tail...all things considered." She giggled, knowing her ass wasn't huge, but sufficient. "But yes, you have a magnificent tail." She chuckled softly, sure he would pick up on the double entendre. For his size, Cyrus was well endowed, or at least in Fallon's limited experience she thought so. It was fitting he would have a majestic tail in his cat form too, though she knew they weren't really related body parts.
"And spots too! We must make such a coordinated pair in our spots. Thank god I don't have to worry about having clashing stripes."
His talk lightened the mood, and Fallon hugged him. She only slightly understood how she came by her new ability, but even with that knowledge she had no idea how she lucked out and found her shape to be that of a feline, and one similar to his. Considering she might have been a dog, or a wolf...a horse, or an eagle...even a lion, or tiger, or a tiny house cat. Smiling to herself she thought it was more evidence that she belonged in Nachton now, and with Cyrus.
But to think about staying in her cat form for more time than what a casual romp would afford, was something Fallon would need time to adjust to.
"You don't feel vulnerable sleeping outside the house? The idea has some appeal, and if you think it's safe I'll try not to be too concerned. It is a lot to take in, but there is a part of me that finds the whole thing both confusing, and yet very exciting." And she did want control over the change, and ease. So if he didn't mind finding some place for them to spend more time in the forrest, Fallon would heartily agree.
Yawning, she stretched out full length with arms over her head, and then curled up again. One leg was curled over, and tucked between his, and one arm remained gently curved around his waist. They weren't covered, but the temperature in the room was perfectly comfortable, and the body heat from both of them would prevent either from becoming chilled. Again the notion that they were vulnerable flitted through Fallon's mind, but was gone with her exhaled breath. She was with Cyrus, she was happy, and nothing would happen to ruin any of it. She hoped.
Cyrus
17 years ago
A smiled graced his lips at her comments. Such a silly woman. He would not have cared should she turn into a grizzly bear but he loved her feline form. They could rule their forest together quite well and safely. She would learn that somethings nature has a way of taking care of its own, she simply had to learn. Which was ok, he had spent centuries learning to forest before he became comfortable accepting its ways.
Her impertinent tail comment earned her a languid pat on the tush. He was much too content to take offense at her risque remarks. Had his eyes been open they would have rolled at her silly coordinating speil. Women! Though the stretch she gave besie him sent sparks of interest dancing along their skin where it touched and rubbed together. Rubbing her back gently he whispered a simple comment.
"Sleep kitten."
Before he drifted off he made sure to lock up the house, starting at the back door before ensuring that their door down to their room was closed and the door at the bottom of the stairs was sealed tightly as well. In between one breath and the next he pulled the soft sheet up over them and drifted off to sleep.
Her impertinent tail comment earned her a languid pat on the tush. He was much too content to take offense at her risque remarks. Had his eyes been open they would have rolled at her silly coordinating speil. Women! Though the stretch she gave besie him sent sparks of interest dancing along their skin where it touched and rubbed together. Rubbing her back gently he whispered a simple comment.
"Sleep kitten."
Before he drifted off he made sure to lock up the house, starting at the back door before ensuring that their door down to their room was closed and the door at the bottom of the stairs was sealed tightly as well. In between one breath and the next he pulled the soft sheet up over them and drifted off to sleep.
Fallon
17 years ago
Almost as if his words could hypnotize her, Fallon was asleep within just minutes of his 'goodnight'. Unfortunately, her sleep was not uneventful, and somewhere around noon she woke. It was not a bright eyed wakening, and she felt half drugged, but she was awake enough to know she shouldn't be.
The itching to her skin had returned, and the movement of her body rubbing all over Cyrus', was what had roused her. The longer she concentrated on waking, the more aware she became of the fact that she was shifting again. The itching signaled fur sprouting from her arms and legs, but instead of it pushing completely through, it seemed to stall half way. Instead of her bones morphing properly, they too seemed caught between the two worlds, and as a result, Fallon was uncomfortable to the point of pain.
At least she woke up enough to understand what was happening, and wasn't terribly afraid. She felt no need to wake Cyrus...at least not yet. Instead she sought the patience to just go with whatever was going to happen, as he had instructed her earlier. She knew he had slept through the day in his leopard form, so she had to assume there was nothing wrong with doing that. And again as she was armed with that knowledge she had no reason to be scared.
Pulling out of his embrace, Fallon rolled away from Cyrus, and remained in a fetal position. Closing her eyes she began a relaxing technique, that she thought might aid her now. Starting at her toes she relaxed them, and then moved up her legs...ankles...calves...knees...spending only a few seconds on each body part, but feeling every bit of tension evaporate from her muscles. What she didn't realize was that in relaxing, her body continued on with the change, and by the time she was working on easing the minor tightness from her shoulders the transformation was completed. Still curled in a fetal shape, Fallon was now lying next to Cyrus in her full bobcat body.
Now that she was again comfortable in her self, she rolled over, and crawled across his arm and shoulder, to curl in the hollow of his armpit, and under his chin. Because she felt peaceful, and safe, Fallon was again asleep in less than a few minutes.
The itching to her skin had returned, and the movement of her body rubbing all over Cyrus', was what had roused her. The longer she concentrated on waking, the more aware she became of the fact that she was shifting again. The itching signaled fur sprouting from her arms and legs, but instead of it pushing completely through, it seemed to stall half way. Instead of her bones morphing properly, they too seemed caught between the two worlds, and as a result, Fallon was uncomfortable to the point of pain.
At least she woke up enough to understand what was happening, and wasn't terribly afraid. She felt no need to wake Cyrus...at least not yet. Instead she sought the patience to just go with whatever was going to happen, as he had instructed her earlier. She knew he had slept through the day in his leopard form, so she had to assume there was nothing wrong with doing that. And again as she was armed with that knowledge she had no reason to be scared.
Pulling out of his embrace, Fallon rolled away from Cyrus, and remained in a fetal position. Closing her eyes she began a relaxing technique, that she thought might aid her now. Starting at her toes she relaxed them, and then moved up her legs...ankles...calves...knees...spending only a few seconds on each body part, but feeling every bit of tension evaporate from her muscles. What she didn't realize was that in relaxing, her body continued on with the change, and by the time she was working on easing the minor tightness from her shoulders the transformation was completed. Still curled in a fetal shape, Fallon was now lying next to Cyrus in her full bobcat body.
Now that she was again comfortable in her self, she rolled over, and crawled across his arm and shoulder, to curl in the hollow of his armpit, and under his chin. Because she felt peaceful, and safe, Fallon was again asleep in less than a few minutes.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Cyrus slept soundly through the night. Feeling safe and secure in their new home, knowing that Suki watched out for them and a security company watched out for the property. He awoke around sunset, to a light tickle of fur against his skin. Smiling at his sleeping kitten he was torn between curling up beside her in his cat form and petting her silky soft fur. The man in him wished she was human so he could wake her by nibbling upon her skin. That could wait till later he supposed.
Running his hands lightly over her spotted fur he sighed in contentment. His wildcat was all his, cat form included. It was perfect. Tonight they could go explore the forest and find a nice den. He would teach her how to stalk small game and how to survive as a feline. Life would be perfect.
Shifting into leopard form after burrying his face in the soft fur of her neck, his long form curled around her. His tail wrapped around and through her paws while his muzzle sniffed at her neck. Instinct had him wanting to bite into her there and hold her still while claiming her, but Cyrus knew furry sex was not much fun, so he resisted all urges of that kind. Still his open mouth nipped at her nape, licking her jaw and ears.
He loved having his very own kitten all to himself.
Running his hands lightly over her spotted fur he sighed in contentment. His wildcat was all his, cat form included. It was perfect. Tonight they could go explore the forest and find a nice den. He would teach her how to stalk small game and how to survive as a feline. Life would be perfect.
Shifting into leopard form after burrying his face in the soft fur of her neck, his long form curled around her. His tail wrapped around and through her paws while his muzzle sniffed at her neck. Instinct had him wanting to bite into her there and hold her still while claiming her, but Cyrus knew furry sex was not much fun, so he resisted all urges of that kind. Still his open mouth nipped at her nape, licking her jaw and ears.
He loved having his very own kitten all to himself.
Fallon
17 years ago
"Mmmmmmmmmmm" Fallon purred, as she woke feeling well rested, content, and Cyrus rubbing her fur.
Fur?! Opening her eyes, she remembered she had changed earlier, and apparently remained that way. The notion was a little unsettling, and she thought she should change back now. However, before she even had a chance to move, her Cyrus changed into his cat, and was nuzzling her.
At first she continued purring, enjoying the feel of his fur around her, but then she sniffed something that unsettled her a little. She wasn't sure what the scent was, but it was distinct and potent and became more evident when he nipped at her, as he curled about her form. Fallon's head reared back, and she hissed at him, seeking to warn him away. Confused and scared she crawled out from the warmth of the cocoon he created around her, and slid off the bed.
Not sure what she was searching for, Fallon padded around the bed, glancing up at him, trying to determine what it had been that she smelled. The pacing had a calming effect on her, and served to allow her to settle her mind, and recognize she was in no danger. Stopping, she sat and looked at him up on the bed for a few seconds.
And then the fear faded, and she felt alone there on the floor, so without further consideration she lept back onto the bed, and went to him. Head butting against his cheek, Fallon settled herself back around his legs, and returned the nip he had given her earlier. The scent she had experienced only moments ago had faded some, but more than that she was beginning to feel comfort in it. She still didn't know what it was, or understand it...just that it wasn't a threat to her.
Resting her head across his neck, Fallon licked Cyrus cheek, where she had just rubbed him. She continued, and licked around his muzzle, and neck, and then nuzzled his head again, before rolling half onto her side, to remain curled around his legs.
Fur?! Opening her eyes, she remembered she had changed earlier, and apparently remained that way. The notion was a little unsettling, and she thought she should change back now. However, before she even had a chance to move, her Cyrus changed into his cat, and was nuzzling her.
At first she continued purring, enjoying the feel of his fur around her, but then she sniffed something that unsettled her a little. She wasn't sure what the scent was, but it was distinct and potent and became more evident when he nipped at her, as he curled about her form. Fallon's head reared back, and she hissed at him, seeking to warn him away. Confused and scared she crawled out from the warmth of the cocoon he created around her, and slid off the bed.
Not sure what she was searching for, Fallon padded around the bed, glancing up at him, trying to determine what it had been that she smelled. The pacing had a calming effect on her, and served to allow her to settle her mind, and recognize she was in no danger. Stopping, she sat and looked at him up on the bed for a few seconds.
And then the fear faded, and she felt alone there on the floor, so without further consideration she lept back onto the bed, and went to him. Head butting against his cheek, Fallon settled herself back around his legs, and returned the nip he had given her earlier. The scent she had experienced only moments ago had faded some, but more than that she was beginning to feel comfort in it. She still didn't know what it was, or understand it...just that it wasn't a threat to her.
Resting her head across his neck, Fallon licked Cyrus cheek, where she had just rubbed him. She continued, and licked around his muzzle, and neck, and then nuzzled his head again, before rolling half onto her side, to remain curled around his legs.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Cyrus was so happy playing in Fallon's fur that he did not realize immediately that something upset her. When she scrambled from their bed to pace the floor he laid there, confused. Watching her with his head tilted to one side he sniffed the air. There was no one there but them, though he probably was putting out some heavy duty pheremones. Reigning in his sexual interest was easy to do in this form, he just pictured all the horrible outcomes he had seen from clouded leopard matings. The female rarely survived a male's sharp claws and dagger like fangs even if they were a mated pair.
Within a few moments she stopped pacing and jumped back on the bed. Cyrus lay still and allowed her to play and nuzzle him to her hearts content. He licked the lovely ruff of fur along her jawline and her cute pointed ears. Even though she curled up on him, he kept his tail from tangling up in her legs so she did not feel trapped again.
Mouth open and tongue lolling out he watched her flop onto her side. She was such a beautiful cat. Rubbing his neck all over the side of her was his way of marking her with his scent. Once her spine and side were smelling of him, he rubbed the top of his head and muzzle under her neck to smell of her. Instinctual cat mating rituals that would probably freak Fallon out should Cyrus explain it. Still he could not resist leaving her smelling of her mate.
As he lay watching her, just basking in her presence he realized something quite amusing. In bobcat form, he could pick her up mentally with ease. She was a small cat, compact and lightweight, while more than housecat size. But she was quite a bit smaller than his max limit. It was good to know should they ever wish to not leave tracks or get out of tight spots.
Unsure if she wished to run out into the forest and play or stay in their bedroom and play furless, Cyrus waited for her to decide. The thought of rubbing his fur along her soft human skin was nice but the idea of her returning the strokes set his blood to thrumming. She was such a beautiful kitten, he wanted to roll around and bury himself in her silky feline self.
Within a few moments she stopped pacing and jumped back on the bed. Cyrus lay still and allowed her to play and nuzzle him to her hearts content. He licked the lovely ruff of fur along her jawline and her cute pointed ears. Even though she curled up on him, he kept his tail from tangling up in her legs so she did not feel trapped again.
Mouth open and tongue lolling out he watched her flop onto her side. She was such a beautiful cat. Rubbing his neck all over the side of her was his way of marking her with his scent. Once her spine and side were smelling of him, he rubbed the top of his head and muzzle under her neck to smell of her. Instinctual cat mating rituals that would probably freak Fallon out should Cyrus explain it. Still he could not resist leaving her smelling of her mate.
As he lay watching her, just basking in her presence he realized something quite amusing. In bobcat form, he could pick her up mentally with ease. She was a small cat, compact and lightweight, while more than housecat size. But she was quite a bit smaller than his max limit. It was good to know should they ever wish to not leave tracks or get out of tight spots.
Unsure if she wished to run out into the forest and play or stay in their bedroom and play furless, Cyrus waited for her to decide. The thought of rubbing his fur along her soft human skin was nice but the idea of her returning the strokes set his blood to thrumming. She was such a beautiful kitten, he wanted to roll around and bury himself in her silky feline self.
Fallon
17 years ago
Once it became evident that sleep was finished for the time being, Fallon began feeling the need to be outside. What she wasn't sure of was if she wanted to remain as she was, or change back and go about a normal daily routine.
Thinking it might be a good idea not to remain as she was now, for too long a period of time, she decided to shift. After enjoying his rubbings, and getting in a few herself, along with some investigative sniffs, and licks, Fallon got up and moved away from Cyrus, but remained on the bed. Lying on her stomach, legs extended in back and front, she thought about returning to her human form.
Nothing happened.
Looking at Cyrus, she concentrated, and saw her fur begin to recede in her minds eye. But nothing happened on her body. Letting out a small, plaintive cry, she tried again...bones shifting, lengthening, shortening...fur receding...
Nothing.
Beginning to get a little anxious, Fallon stood, walked back to Cyrus, and nipped at his shoulder. Having no knowledge of how to really communicate with him, she tried to get across the reality of her situation as best she could. She cried again...that raspy half growl, half whine that cats her size were known for, and walked back to the spot she had just occupied, and laid down again.
Trying the shifting process as she had done the night before, she found fear was creeping into her mind, when she still didn't find her human form replacing her cat one. Standing, she started pacing in a small circle on top of the bed, then jumped down, paced the floor, jumped on a chair, jumped down...paced the floor some more, finally to return to the top of the bed once more. Looking at Cyrus, Fallon waited. If he wasn't able to give her some help, she was afraid she might lose the little control she held onto now...and begin to go mad.
She growled loudly, and with no ability to stop it, her body began to shake.
Thinking it might be a good idea not to remain as she was now, for too long a period of time, she decided to shift. After enjoying his rubbings, and getting in a few herself, along with some investigative sniffs, and licks, Fallon got up and moved away from Cyrus, but remained on the bed. Lying on her stomach, legs extended in back and front, she thought about returning to her human form.
Nothing happened.
Looking at Cyrus, she concentrated, and saw her fur begin to recede in her minds eye. But nothing happened on her body. Letting out a small, plaintive cry, she tried again...bones shifting, lengthening, shortening...fur receding...
Nothing.
Beginning to get a little anxious, Fallon stood, walked back to Cyrus, and nipped at his shoulder. Having no knowledge of how to really communicate with him, she tried to get across the reality of her situation as best she could. She cried again...that raspy half growl, half whine that cats her size were known for, and walked back to the spot she had just occupied, and laid down again.
Trying the shifting process as she had done the night before, she found fear was creeping into her mind, when she still didn't find her human form replacing her cat one. Standing, she started pacing in a small circle on top of the bed, then jumped down, paced the floor, jumped on a chair, jumped down...paced the floor some more, finally to return to the top of the bed once more. Looking at Cyrus, Fallon waited. If he wasn't able to give her some help, she was afraid she might lose the little control she held onto now...and begin to go mad.
She growled loudly, and with no ability to stop it, her body began to shake.
Cyrus
17 years ago
She was in distress, that much was apparent. Watching her fretfully pace and then lay upon the bed shaking made him want to help her. Growling softly to get her attention he very deliberately and slowly shifted form. He let her watch the transformation wash over him like a cool spray of water. It should not be painful or nervewracking, but a joyus donning of one skin or another.
Laying still beside her, his naked skin fur free and the spot pattern slowly fading away, he wondered if that helped any. Reaching his hands out he pet her fur, whispered words of encouragement to her.
"Shifting is natural love, let it happen. Think of your beautiful human form, your pale skin, soft hair and delicate hands and feet. Hold the image in your mind and know that it is you. Just relax this is normal and fine, Kitten. Dont worry so."
He had never had such trouble shifting. It had simply seemed natural and second nature to him during his many many years in the jungle. Perhaps they could speak to Mai about Fallon's fears of shifting. Surely the elder could impart some wisdom and sense of calm to his kitten.
"Try again love, feel the human skin and bones. Embrace the change and relax."
Laying still beside her, his naked skin fur free and the spot pattern slowly fading away, he wondered if that helped any. Reaching his hands out he pet her fur, whispered words of encouragement to her.
"Shifting is natural love, let it happen. Think of your beautiful human form, your pale skin, soft hair and delicate hands and feet. Hold the image in your mind and know that it is you. Just relax this is normal and fine, Kitten. Dont worry so."
He had never had such trouble shifting. It had simply seemed natural and second nature to him during his many many years in the jungle. Perhaps they could speak to Mai about Fallon's fears of shifting. Surely the elder could impart some wisdom and sense of calm to his kitten.
"Try again love, feel the human skin and bones. Embrace the change and relax."
Fallon
17 years ago
Amazingly, he had understood her problem, and did as he had the night before. She watched him intently, and once he was human again, she rolled into his hands as they stroked along her fur. It did feel wonderful to feel his strokes, but she knew it felt as good on her skin, and wanted for that more than the fur now.
She thought she had done as his words instructed, but maybe she was still trying too hard, instead of just letting it happen. Moving closer to him, and then lying along his chest, Fallon nudged his skin as she again thought about the woman inside, and how it was to feel her body with Cyrus. Closing her eyes, she remembered their night together, their lovemaking, that they now lived together, and would be together for as much time as she could imagine in the future. All images of her were in her human persona, and filled her with such happiness that in just a matter of minutes she went from bobcat Fallon, to woman Fallon. She realized the change was complete when she could feel the skin of her cheek rubbing against his taught pecs.
Opening her eyes, she smiled up at him, and proceeded to grab him into a fierce embrace.
"Cyrus...I don't know why I couldn't change the first time, but it seemed the more I tried the harder it became. I was afraid for a while that I wouldn't be able to let you know what the problem was...though I see now that was a bit silly of me. Obviously you of all people could tell what my anguish was...thank god. I don't understand why its so hard for me...I enjoy the feel of things when I change, but a part of me is afraid I'll not be able to change back, and when something like that happens it's hard to ignore that fear. Is it possible that could ever happen, do you think?"
She thought she had done as his words instructed, but maybe she was still trying too hard, instead of just letting it happen. Moving closer to him, and then lying along his chest, Fallon nudged his skin as she again thought about the woman inside, and how it was to feel her body with Cyrus. Closing her eyes, she remembered their night together, their lovemaking, that they now lived together, and would be together for as much time as she could imagine in the future. All images of her were in her human persona, and filled her with such happiness that in just a matter of minutes she went from bobcat Fallon, to woman Fallon. She realized the change was complete when she could feel the skin of her cheek rubbing against his taught pecs.
Opening her eyes, she smiled up at him, and proceeded to grab him into a fierce embrace.
"Cyrus...I don't know why I couldn't change the first time, but it seemed the more I tried the harder it became. I was afraid for a while that I wouldn't be able to let you know what the problem was...though I see now that was a bit silly of me. Obviously you of all people could tell what my anguish was...thank god. I don't understand why its so hard for me...I enjoy the feel of things when I change, but a part of me is afraid I'll not be able to change back, and when something like that happens it's hard to ignore that fear. Is it possible that could ever happen, do you think?"
Cyrus
17 years ago
Cyrus pet her hair gently holding her after she flung herself at him. "Love you need to relax. Shifting is natural and a vampire ability. You control it, it doesnt control you. All your fear does is cause you to panic and not be able to shift."
He honestly did not know why she had so much trouble with this. Shifting was like finding out you had two homes, two places to belong to. It was a broadening experience, not a frightening one. Maybe Fallon could speak to Elder Mai about shifting.
"Would you like to go to the manor tonight and speak to Mai about your concerns? Maybe she could help you become more comfortable?"
While he had his pride, Cyrus knew that women were generally not something he understood well. Perhaps if she spoke to another woman who was also a shifter that would ease her fears. Even Amberelle would be a good clanswomman to speak to, being more of Fallon's age and maturity. That actually sounded like a good idea. He could speak to the Elder and Fallon could speak to Amberelle.
"How about Amberelle? She shifts to feline and is not too much older than you. She may have only thirty years or so as a vampire but she is a very nice clanswoman who I think could help you."
Thinking of this made him wonder if they would mind coming to them. His cell phone flew to his hand and he eyed Fallon. "Would you like me to call the manor, Kitten? And see if either are available?"
He honestly did not know why she had so much trouble with this. Shifting was like finding out you had two homes, two places to belong to. It was a broadening experience, not a frightening one. Maybe Fallon could speak to Elder Mai about shifting.
"Would you like to go to the manor tonight and speak to Mai about your concerns? Maybe she could help you become more comfortable?"
While he had his pride, Cyrus knew that women were generally not something he understood well. Perhaps if she spoke to another woman who was also a shifter that would ease her fears. Even Amberelle would be a good clanswomman to speak to, being more of Fallon's age and maturity. That actually sounded like a good idea. He could speak to the Elder and Fallon could speak to Amberelle.
"How about Amberelle? She shifts to feline and is not too much older than you. She may have only thirty years or so as a vampire but she is a very nice clanswoman who I think could help you."
Thinking of this made him wonder if they would mind coming to them. His cell phone flew to his hand and he eyed Fallon. "Would you like me to call the manor, Kitten? And see if either are available?"
Fallon
17 years ago
The minute she felt his arms around her, and his hands stroking her, Fallon lost almost all her fear. Mentally she berated herself for having forgotten how well Cyrus dealt with things, and how he had yet to fail her. Twenty some years of relying on no one but herself was going to be difficult to give up the idea of, yet she knew it was imperative that she have faith. If Cyrus said she could control it, and there was no reason to fear changing...then that was that.
"No, Cyrus, I don't want to bother Mai. At least not just yet. I know what you're saying is right, and I think if I just try again in a while...maybe outside, if you still want to go out." She hoped he wasn't going to get impatient with her, as she was sure it was becoming somewhat frustrating for him to just sit there and watch her floundering.
Talking to Amberelle seemed less intimidating than speaking with Mai, but Fallon decided she wanted to try herself a time or two more, before admitting defeat, and seeking help. However, the thought of having guests over to their new home was very appealing.
"If you want to check with Amberelle, I wouldn't mind. Better yet, if she's available, maybe we could invite her for dinner, and still have time to go out and try again in the forrest first. If I can get through this myself I'd feel a lot better about it, but if I still run into trouble, then maybe she can offer me some tips."
It was just very hard to say what she wanted to do about resolving a problem she was so newly faced with.
Sitting up cross legged on the bed, she held onto his hand, and rubbed it between both of her's as she smiled into his eyes.
"Shall we run through a quick shower before we go out? I can start it if you want to make your call."
Cyrus had said he was proud of her, and she didn't want him to lose that feeling. If she could get herself through this whole shifting business on her own, she would feel deserving of that pride. Now she wanted to get on with it so she could prove it to herself as well.
"No, Cyrus, I don't want to bother Mai. At least not just yet. I know what you're saying is right, and I think if I just try again in a while...maybe outside, if you still want to go out." She hoped he wasn't going to get impatient with her, as she was sure it was becoming somewhat frustrating for him to just sit there and watch her floundering.
Talking to Amberelle seemed less intimidating than speaking with Mai, but Fallon decided she wanted to try herself a time or two more, before admitting defeat, and seeking help. However, the thought of having guests over to their new home was very appealing.
"If you want to check with Amberelle, I wouldn't mind. Better yet, if she's available, maybe we could invite her for dinner, and still have time to go out and try again in the forrest first. If I can get through this myself I'd feel a lot better about it, but if I still run into trouble, then maybe she can offer me some tips."
It was just very hard to say what she wanted to do about resolving a problem she was so newly faced with.
Sitting up cross legged on the bed, she held onto his hand, and rubbed it between both of her's as she smiled into his eyes.
"Shall we run through a quick shower before we go out? I can start it if you want to make your call."
Cyrus had said he was proud of her, and she didn't want him to lose that feeling. If she could get herself through this whole shifting business on her own, she would feel deserving of that pride. Now she wanted to get on with it so she could prove it to herself as well.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Cyrus knew he would never understand women. One minute she is freaked out completely and the next she is brushing aside help. He had not thought his words would be instruction enough since he had already spoken them prior to this eve. Maybe he would invite Amberelle over for a drink just to soothe his fears.
"A shower sounds good. I will unlock our lair and put some sustinance out to warm." Hugging his kitten close for a moment before letting her go with a pat on her wonderful ass. Cyrus moved to their dresser and pulled out a pair of silk lounging pants. Slipping them on his naked form he made his way to the first door that would open to the stairs.
The locking mechanism was something only a telekinetic could open. And then, only if they knew it was there. Inside the wall and door the metal plates slid out of one another at his pushing. These moved vertically while the upper door's plates moved horizontially. Security was always a good thing to have.
Once in the kitchen, Cyrus put a bottle of blood on the counter to warm. They could indulge in some fast food first then maybe hunt for wild game later. Glancing at his phone, he dialled his clanswooman's number.
"A shower sounds good. I will unlock our lair and put some sustinance out to warm." Hugging his kitten close for a moment before letting her go with a pat on her wonderful ass. Cyrus moved to their dresser and pulled out a pair of silk lounging pants. Slipping them on his naked form he made his way to the first door that would open to the stairs.
The locking mechanism was something only a telekinetic could open. And then, only if they knew it was there. Inside the wall and door the metal plates slid out of one another at his pushing. These moved vertically while the upper door's plates moved horizontially. Security was always a good thing to have.
Once in the kitchen, Cyrus put a bottle of blood on the counter to warm. They could indulge in some fast food first then maybe hunt for wild game later. Glancing at his phone, he dialled his clanswooman's number.
Fallon
17 years ago
Crawling off the bed, Fallon stretched lazily once she was standing, before shaking off a bit of lethargy and padding to the bathroom.
Though of course she knew this was now her home, it was so unlike anyplace she had ever lived before. For a while she imagined she would feel like she was living in a hotel, but was sure after a week or so she'd feel at home. At least there was a coziness about the place that helped her make the transition from her little cottage all that easier.
Once in the bath she turned on the shower, and got a couple towels which she set close by. The water was warm in seconds, and she proceeded to do the things she didn't particularly need an audience for, while Cyrus was away. Though she liked being furry, she decided that she still only liked it as a cat. Therefore shaving still had a place in her life, so she made a quick business of it before she completed her shower, and hair washing. Finishing everything before Cyrus had returned, she turned off the water, wrapped one towel around her head, and dried off her body, feeling quite wonderfully refreshed, and ready to start a new night.
Finding her closet, she also found all her clothes had been hung neatly, and so organized! Shorts, skirts, pants, tops, dresses...somehow moving her things from the small cottage to the large closet in this house had caused some of her things to multiply, though she was pretty sure Suki had a hand in that. Not really wanting to take the time now to investigate, Fallon found a pretty, summery sun dress , which she took off the hanger, and slid on over her head after slipping on a small, strapless bra, and matching panties from a nearby drawer.
Fluffing out her hair, she slipped on a pair of flat sandals, and once her teeth were brushed she began to straighten the bed, and room.
Though of course she knew this was now her home, it was so unlike anyplace she had ever lived before. For a while she imagined she would feel like she was living in a hotel, but was sure after a week or so she'd feel at home. At least there was a coziness about the place that helped her make the transition from her little cottage all that easier.
Once in the bath she turned on the shower, and got a couple towels which she set close by. The water was warm in seconds, and she proceeded to do the things she didn't particularly need an audience for, while Cyrus was away. Though she liked being furry, she decided that she still only liked it as a cat. Therefore shaving still had a place in her life, so she made a quick business of it before she completed her shower, and hair washing. Finishing everything before Cyrus had returned, she turned off the water, wrapped one towel around her head, and dried off her body, feeling quite wonderfully refreshed, and ready to start a new night.
Finding her closet, she also found all her clothes had been hung neatly, and so organized! Shorts, skirts, pants, tops, dresses...somehow moving her things from the small cottage to the large closet in this house had caused some of her things to multiply, though she was pretty sure Suki had a hand in that. Not really wanting to take the time now to investigate, Fallon found a pretty, summery sun dress , which she took off the hanger, and slid on over her head after slipping on a small, strapless bra, and matching panties from a nearby drawer.
Fluffing out her hair, she slipped on a pair of flat sandals, and once her teeth were brushed she began to straighten the bed, and room.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Leaving a voice mail for Amberelle to call him back, Cyrus took the warming bottle downstairs to their abode. Placing it on the coffee table before turning on some music from the small but powerfull stereo. The interesting beat followed him to the luxury bathroom, the male vocalist singing a lullabye about a deamonslayer.
Catching a glimpse of Fallon in that skimpy pink dress made him growl in approval. Knowing she probably would not want to get naked after taking time to get clean and dressed he promised himself that later he would remove that dress with his teeth. Climbing into the warm shower as soon as his silk pants hit the floor, he set about to get clean quickly. Apparently Suki had thought of everything since there were several soaps, shampoos and conditioners along with body gel, lotions and oils. Shaking his head at the array of stuff women seem to enjoy, he finished rinsing a woodsy scented product from his hair and rinsed the soap and suds away. His towel was waiting for him when the glass door opened so he could dry off. Once dry the towel put itself back where it had come from on the wall bar and Cyrus brushed his teeth.
Stalking naked into the bedroom to the large closet that opened as he neared it, Cyrus smiled at the clothes within. Fallon looked to have doubled her wardrobe just by moving, interesting. The door closed as he walked to the other closet and it opened for him. As with Fallon, his wardrobe had multiplied as well. Luckily, Suki had excellent taste and apparently found a very good tailor in Nachton. Pulling out a pair of black chamios suede pants and a mandarin collar silk shirt that was a pale gray color but with black painted slashes. Turning to the dresser, he pulled out silk boxer briefs in gray and matching socks. Once fully clothed, Cyrus looked at the mirror backed dresser. The ivory inlay box that sat on the top, opened at a few mental touches. Inside was his jewelry and he carefully picked out a wide array of curved stone spikes made from onyx. The silver hoops in his ear, eyebrow, nose and lip all smoothly made their way into the box once removed. The onyx spikes were inserted into the permanent holes and then kept there with small bands of black rubber that fit neatly onto the stone, securing each from moving. He decided at the last minute to use a hidden hinge hoop on his lip, so his kisses would not hurt Fallon.
Secreting four knives in his boots was easy, the one along his spine a bit tougher but it was much more comfortable than not having one handy. Turning to go find Fallon after shaking his now dry hair into disarray. Realizing belatedly that while he had brought down a bottle, he had not brough glasses. Hopefully his kitten did not mind his oversight.
Catching a glimpse of Fallon in that skimpy pink dress made him growl in approval. Knowing she probably would not want to get naked after taking time to get clean and dressed he promised himself that later he would remove that dress with his teeth. Climbing into the warm shower as soon as his silk pants hit the floor, he set about to get clean quickly. Apparently Suki had thought of everything since there were several soaps, shampoos and conditioners along with body gel, lotions and oils. Shaking his head at the array of stuff women seem to enjoy, he finished rinsing a woodsy scented product from his hair and rinsed the soap and suds away. His towel was waiting for him when the glass door opened so he could dry off. Once dry the towel put itself back where it had come from on the wall bar and Cyrus brushed his teeth.
Stalking naked into the bedroom to the large closet that opened as he neared it, Cyrus smiled at the clothes within. Fallon looked to have doubled her wardrobe just by moving, interesting. The door closed as he walked to the other closet and it opened for him. As with Fallon, his wardrobe had multiplied as well. Luckily, Suki had excellent taste and apparently found a very good tailor in Nachton. Pulling out a pair of black chamios suede pants and a mandarin collar silk shirt that was a pale gray color but with black painted slashes. Turning to the dresser, he pulled out silk boxer briefs in gray and matching socks. Once fully clothed, Cyrus looked at the mirror backed dresser. The ivory inlay box that sat on the top, opened at a few mental touches. Inside was his jewelry and he carefully picked out a wide array of curved stone spikes made from onyx. The silver hoops in his ear, eyebrow, nose and lip all smoothly made their way into the box once removed. The onyx spikes were inserted into the permanent holes and then kept there with small bands of black rubber that fit neatly onto the stone, securing each from moving. He decided at the last minute to use a hidden hinge hoop on his lip, so his kisses would not hurt Fallon.
Secreting four knives in his boots was easy, the one along his spine a bit tougher but it was much more comfortable than not having one handy. Turning to go find Fallon after shaking his now dry hair into disarray. Realizing belatedly that while he had brought down a bottle, he had not brough glasses. Hopefully his kitten did not mind his oversight.