[WARNING! Mild Mature Content ahead!]
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She didn't hear his approach.
There was no rustle of movement, no padding of paws against the forest floor. But suddenly, she felt him.
His massive body pressed lightly into her back, heat radiating from him like fire. His thick fur brushed her spine, her hips, her thighs, stealing the air from her lungs in a sharp exhale.
Liora shuddered violently.
He didn't retreat.
Instead, he leaned in, rubbing the length of his side against her, slow and deliberate. His body was tall enough that his weight pressed along her full frame, from her back down to her calves. She gasped at the contact—soft fur and raw power mingling, overwhelming her senses.
Then he began to circle her, still touching her, marking her skin with every pass. His presence was inescapable. His scent clung to her now, wrapping her in something primal and unmistakable.
A claim.
A promise.
And a warning to the world.
