Drev nuzzled the nape of her neck...

Lazy summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

I'm taking a break from my OPERATION CRUNCH series of flash scenes. Instead, here's an *unedited...so, apologies for any less-than-good writing* part of a chapter from Waiting For a Filly Girl, Keina and Drev's erotic love story, and a ShapeShifter Presents WIP I've been working on. This scene takes place after a lusty encounter between my heroine and hero. Drev is determined to make love to his woman.

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Talbot's Peak territory anything is possible.

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Chapter Thirty-five

Satiated, Keina basked in the feel of Drev holding her close, in the feel of his cock still buried deep inside her equess. Most of all, she luxuriated in their love for each other. 

"Thanksgiving," she murmured long moments later. "This is perfect. You make me so thankful." 

Drev nuzzled the nape of her neck, then her shoulder, sending wonderful shivers through her. "You know I want to make proper love to you." 

"Proper?" 

"Like this." Her stud man placed lazy kisses on the back of her shoulder. 

"Mmmm." Keina surrendered her back to him. "What you do to me." 

"And I like doing it." His words sounded like a sexy purr as they poured into her ear. 

Drev separated their bodies, pressing slow sumptuous kisses down her back. "You have the best lips," Keina moaned. "And the best hands," she praised several moments later when  he languidly stroked up and down her side. 

Between the sensual onslaught of his kisses and his *take your time* caresses, Keina sweltered, arousal seizing hold of her fast. 

"You're melting my bones, stud." 

In answer, Drev slid his hand beneath her breast, taking gentle possession. Her nipple pebbled against his palm, and the pleasure of it swamped Keina. 

As he planted a delectable kiss at the base of her spine, she whimpered. His tongue teased the sensitized spot, and a sizzly wave of heat spread over her pussy mound, then up her torso. 

Drev nuzzled her lower back, causing Keina to go limbless. He moved up her spine, touching kisses and sexily rubbing his nose. When he pressed a searing kiss between her shoulder blades, Keina surrendered to another surge of hot-sweet bliss. 

"Oooh, my stud man," she crooned, as his cock began hardening again. 

Passion ignited her blood, rousing Keina. She sensually stretched so his shaft slipped from her pussy. Feeling like a beautiful temptress, she rolled over, then linked her arms around his neck. "Drev." 

Tenderly, he threaded his fingers into her hair, and embraced her head between his palms. In slow-motion, their lips met in a kiss that deepened immediately. The impassioned press of their mouths consumed Keina, and flamed more liquid desire through every fiber of her.  

She tightened her hold on his neck as Drev covered her with his muscle-hunky body. Could anything feel any better than his weight flattening her breasts, pressing her deeper into the mattress. Goddess Equine, no.
Their continuing kiss intensified to a depth of desire Keina never dreamed existed. It was pure magic. 

Diving her fingers through Drev's gorgeous thick mane of hair, she fondled. Her stud man changed the tempo of their ongoing kiss. 

Not coming up for air—as their mouths moved and smoldered over each other—Drev cradled his long torch of a cock in the valley between her thighs. Keina trembled inside with the feel of his stud length, with the giddy anticipation of him taking her pussy again. 

She undulated her hips, then widened her thighs, so his cockhead pushed against her clit. 

"Whoa there, filly girl," Drev gently ordered. 

Unbidden, a song lyric sprang into her head. "Pull the reins in on me," Keina breathy sang. "Linda Ronstadt," she added. 

"Yeah, I remember...I'll be pulling the reins a lot." Drev stopped her words by placing a dominant yet tender kiss on the corner of her mouth. Then, he made love to with his lips, blanketing her face with kisses. 

"Oh, Drev," she sighed. 

Keina shivered with small rapid shudders, and moaned with pleasure as her stud man brushed more kisses over her cheeks. He teasingly nibbled her earlobe, then the tip of his tongue outlined the rim of her ear.
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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 

Savanna 

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Much later their tongues twined...

End of January howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Here's another sneak peek of my current ShapeShifter Seductions WIP. My time is just so limited to write these days. Anyway, my winged horse heroine, Keina, and her more-than-human hero, Drev, are getting to know one another after another steamy lovemaking session.

This very unedited scene is a compilation of the end of one chapter and the beginning of the next chapter.
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Much later their tongues twined...

Much later their tongues twined, seductively twisting, stroking. Each slide and caress was a slow dance to be savored, to be enjoyed as a beautiful eroticism.

"Drev, wow." Her words came out as breath against his lips pressed tenderly against hers.

"Wow," he echoed. Drev spread his fingers, slipping them up the back of her head in a sensual caress.

Keina answered, gently running her fingertips along the side of his handsome face.

"You know," he began, "I have enough supplies here for a thirty year standoff."

"Really?"

A naughty grin formed on his sexy lips. "Naw, filly girl. I heard that said once, and grabbed it. I do have plenty of everything here, if we were to get snowed in until the spring thaw."

Keina twirled a strand of his hair around her finger, relishing the vibrant silkiness -- and loving that they were still joined together, his cock still filling her pussy. "Is that an invitation?"

"It is." His eyes flared, their jeweled sharpness penetrating her. When she didn't immediately respond, he continued. "I do have a safe hideout at Dante's, just in case the world goes bad. Or there's some major emergency in the Peak. It's at what Dante's calls his subterranean survival wing. Couple of years ago, he  had an underground shelter built that could house everyone in Talbot's Peak."

"I know his Pleasure Club is humongous. Palatial as we would say." Keina hesitated. She brushed a lock of his hair from his forehead, rethinking what she'd been about to say.

At his earnest and rapt expression, she continued. "I've never been inside, but I did fly above."

"Were you invisible?" he asked. Threading his fingers through her hair, Drev continued sensually combing her tresses. 

Keina nodded once. "I sort of aerial mapped the Pleasure Club with my, my supernatural senses. But I had not a clue Dante built an underground survival area. For the entire population?"

"Yep. 'Course, new shifter and paranormal folks keep moving here, so Dante hired a staff that continues to build and keep it supplied. Right now, the central gathering room is a kiddie playground for the parents who work and have businesses at the club. For anyone who needs it, they have a place to stay."

Keina frowned, considering what Drev revealed. Soar the clouds, as the saying went in her realm, there was so much more to Talbot's Peak than she'd initially imagined, could ever have believed.

She flowed her hand over Drev's fine mane, saying, "That's noble. But, is Dante that wealthy?"

Drev kissed the tip of her nose, and Keina's inner horse appreciated his affectionate lip nuzzle, tossing her tail. "He's wealthy enough. Dante pours most of the club's revenue into good maintenance and new projects. A group of us contribute regularly to the survival wing's expansion -- to have our already-prepared rooms."

"Oh. Then if there's a catastrophe, you have a safe home."

"The unprepared man is no man at all." Drev's gaze switched to somber, and sadness lurked like a hidden predator in his eyes. "My father used to say that whenever my brother and I complained about the work we did to keep the ranch stocked up with extra supplies."

"Your sire sounds like a wise man."

"In many ways, yes. I'd like to mend some fences with him. Someday..." Drev touched his lips to hers. "What about your family, little filly girl?"

Emotion trembled through Keina followed by a sharp longing, like a hoof kick to her midsection. "I miss them. Both my sire and dam have been nothing but caring and wonderful...unlike what I hear while in this dimension."

Drev's gaze hardened, and Keina witnessed his stud-protective nature. "What about the man who assaulted you...and your King? Did they have a good upbringing?"

"We call it herd-arrogant politics. When stallions believe they're more powerful than everyone else in the kingdom."

"A few well-aimed kicks to the head would end that."

Amused by the scene unfolding in her head – of the prince and the King being mightily smacked in the head by Drev's kicks – Keina giggled. She palmed his stubbly jaw. "You know, hunter, you remind me of the god statues."

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Drev buzzed inside. A live electrical wire might as well have run the length of him. "God statues?"

Keina scrunched her brow, and he watched her memory surface in those sparkly incredible eyes of hers. He raised from her a few inches so he could fully see her face.

"The Garden of Ancients...it's a bowl-shaped area of land in the midst of a mountain range that stretches like a serpent across our northern rangelands. You can't see the Garden from the ground. Only by flight. The carpet of grass is always a bright shade of green, but isn't munchable."

"Munchable?" He couldn't help but grin. He slipped his fingers from her gorgeous hair, and traced her fragile-looking cheekbone.

"It tastes sour." Keina's expression mirrored her words. "The ancient ones must have designed it to discourage grazing. The fountains are the same way. The water won't hurt you, but the taste is almost vile." Her nose wrinkled adorably.

Tearing his gaze away before her sheer loveliness distracted him, Drev asked, "What kind of fountains?"

"The fountains are with each statue, thirty-three of them. Hmmm..." she absently stroked the nape of his neck, "the closest would be the most beautiful fountains in your country of Italy. Have you seen them?"

"Some, while on a mission. That's a story for another day," he added quickly.

"Yes, your military missions," she began.

Drev didn't ask what she'd seen when touching his mind. The woman was here. That's all that mattered to him. Obviously, she hadn't been frightened off by what she'd glimpsed of his special-ops past.

"Your facial features, the structure of your body...it's like these gods." Keina paused, roaming her gaze over his face. "Only they're twice your size." 

Intrigued to his core, Drev uttered, "Giants." Horrific pictures flashed before his mind's eye of the giant's stadium as the staff at the black-project facility had called the immense room inside the compound where he'd been held -- and experimented on like a damn rat in an impossible maze.

"Genetic farming." The words used by one of the more forthcoming scientists -- at least, one who would talk to him on the sly -- escaped Drev's lips before he could stop them.

Drev shook his head, suppressing his nasty recall of those times. "I didn't look like the genetically farmed giants, the ones I saw inside tubes," he explained.

"There are many humanoid breeds, hunter. Over a hundred thousand as recorded by our Wise Ones. At what you would call a university. However, the god statues remain a mystery to us. We only know they were the origin race of the Celtic gods."

"Celtic gods." Drev spoke more sharply than he intended. Every muscle and sinew of him tightened brutally. "I feel like a guitar that has been strung too tight," he forced out at Keina's look of concern.

He'd learned the hard way that women needed such communication or... Christ, he didn't want to lose her.

"You are resonating." Keina smoothed her hand over his painfully bunched shoulder muscles, soothing him with her soft touch.

"Resonating?" he asked, though he well knew what she meant.

"There must be a family connection to these gods," she stated. "Your powers, hunter, are greater than most Earth humans. I mean, during this current time period on Earth."

"How do you know..." Drev bit his tongue as a dozen different questions piled inside his head. 

"By the way, hunter," Keina whispery crooned, "Skin to skin, your body covering mine, I adore it." She lazily shimmied beneath him.

"Me, too. Especially when you move like that."

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side in the New Year

Savanna 

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Keina soared on wings of sheer bliss.

New Year howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Here's a draft of Chapter Ten from my current ShapeShifter Seductions WIP, which is tentatively titled: His Invisible Gift. However, that doesn't seem quite right, so the title is likely to change. Anyway, Keina, my winged horse heroine, and Drev, my hero, who is human but has enhanced abilities... have just enjoyed a very hot sex scene.

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Chapter Ten

Keina soared on wings of sheer bliss. "Stud, my stud," she whispered over and over. She hugged Drev's neck, and pressed herself even closer to the shield of muscle that was his chest. His potent sexual scent filled her nostrils. The strength of his cock still filled her, and his grip on her hadn't weakened.

Long moments later as they continued hugging each other, as her afterglow shimmered every fiber of her, Keina murmured, "You can put me down, Drev." 

"Clean sheets," he tempted. The rough timbre of his voice tickled her ear deliciously.

"Yes." Keina smiled, her happiness a bright flare inside her. She could at least allow this time between them before...flubergastov, before she had to think about leaving him. "I want to stay in your arms, hunter."

"Hang on, sweetheart." Drev wrapped his hunky arms around her, pivoted, and  began carrying her to, she assumed, his bedroom.

Keina nestled her head on his shoulder, just to know the feeling. How could she not adore a virile man such as this? Who cared for his family. Who she knew possessed a good character. After all, she'd touched his mind, glimpsed his soul.

"Do you know how good you feel, Keina?" he rasped, once they entered a cozy warm room, and he was lowering her onto the bed.

Keeping her arms locked around his neck, she teased, "How good?"

"Good enough to be your stud again." He subtly rocked inside her pussy, and Keina sank deeper into the thick down comforter.

"You are good enough." Keina wiggled provocatively on his studly shaft.

Drev slid his hands from beneath her back, then sensually molded her curves, as he stroked downward over her thighs. Their gazes merged, and Keina lost herself in the gold-flame glints of his eyes.

She felt her heart reach for him, but ignored the sweet yearning, even as she caressed the nape of his neck.

"Lights?" he asked. "Or do I tuck you and me in?"

"Tuck, please."

"Wait a minute." Even in the darkness, Keina watched his expression change to one of concern. "Are you hungry? You did fly here, right?"

"I flew, yes, Drev. In the morning I'll be able to eat three plates of pancakes. Now, I want to be in bed with you."

"Three plates." His voice held a grin. "I can do that."

"Oat pancakes with apple caramel topping?"

"Oatmeal added to the mix. I could make some topping." Drev touched a kiss to the tip of her nose. "You are so beautiful."

The deep sincerity of Drev's compliment bubbly-rushed through Keina, and she combed her fingers through his lush mane. "Skin to skin beneath the covers, my stud."

Drev gently eased his cock from her, then reached to open the top drawer of his simple wood nightstand. Keina watched him flick out a large handkerchief. "How about I use this to wipe those gorgeous thighs of yours?"

Keina nodded, adoring him for taking care of her. With a gentle yet competent touch he cleaned his cum from her. All the while, his gaze hungrily roved over her body.

No stranger to being desired, still Keina reveled in her hunter's desire for her -- intensely different somehow, and more wondrously pleasurable.

After tossing the cloth into a nearby whicker basket, Drev straightened. He lifted her in a tender manner with one arm, then bent to one side. Swiftly, he tossed back the covers, and placed her in the center of a surprisingly comfortable bed. From what Keina could tell it was king-sized, and the sheets smelled fresh.

Without thought, she smoothed her hand over the soft flannel. "Winter sheets. Let's warm them up more."

"Give me a few minutes, Keina." Drev bent to her, planted a kiss on her mouth, then thoughtfully arranged the covers over her. "I need to check the front room stove. Make certain there's enough wood for tonight."

Keina brushed her fingertips over his stubble tracing his cheekbone. "You feel so good. I'll be right here...waiting, Drev. That's an unusual name, right?"

He grinned disarmingly. Yet, both humor and sadness shone in the depths of his eyes. "I'll explain once I return, Keina."

As Drev strode out of the room, Keina raised to her elbows appreciating his backside. Her gaze traveled from his yummy broad shoulders to the chiseled definition of his back, then down to his *I want to feel your* ass.

Keina stared at his beautiful-to-her-eye legs just before he disappeared through the doorway. Sizzly-hot inside, she lowered herself onto one of the plump pillows and pulled the covers up.

Seconds later, she realized she'd never seen such powerful thighs and calves on a man, which struck her as odd, given the men-stallions she knew in her home realm. Drev wasn't what Earthers called overly musclebound like...what was that actor-governor's name?...Arnold something.

No, her hunter's build was athletically balanced, proportioned for strength and speed. 
Her hunter. Keina shivered inside, knowing she wished with all her heart that he could be hers. If, if somehow...but that would be a fairytale or a fantasy wish.

Don't think about, she told herself. Be with him before the storms of life take you away.

Inhaling his woodsy unique scent, Keina scooched down into the pleasantness that was Drev's bed. She shimmied back and forth as she enjoyed doing in her own bed, a lavish affair with sheer mist-like draping, and velvet curtains the color of purple pansies.

Her world, with its majestic granite and crystal castles, was pleasurably luxurious for the overall population when compared to most of Earth. The vast stretches of land, the lush various terrains, were ideal for running and traveling as horse.

Keina adored her home castle, and most of her herd-family -- missing them like  Persephone missed the sun-bright surface of Earth. While she heart-embraced her realm, she couldn't abide the endless, ridiculous, shoulder-bumping intrigue. She despised the *hoof slamming into your head* politics.

Emotions, turbulent and raw, raced through Keina, her joy at being with Drev, an achy sadness at being banished -- and a biting-anger that could rip through the hide of a rhinoceros. She blew out a long sigh.

Hearing Drev's return steps, Keina trembled with excitement, with a longing that  was so torrid her blood ran like flame through every inch of her.

Then, her inner filly pranced, her tail switching madly. Hadn't her dear mother mentioned such a state when she'd fallen head-over-hooves in love with her Keina's sire?

Oh whinny no! Now she'd have to recover from a badly broken heart...flubergastov!

Keina bolted to a sitting position at the sight of Drev, naked and carrying two mugs. The fragrance of apple cider steamed toward her already sniffing nostrils.

"Thirsty?" Her prince who wasn't a prince asked.

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side in the New Year

Savanna 

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Don’t Cry Werewolf

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Wow, what a ridiculously busy day it's been... and so many interruptions as far as getting my post done -- like my dialup went south for a time. The good news is I did 'finally' get the first chapter of Fortunate Wolves entered in the *So You Think Can Write* contest. That was a real trial, just getting the manuscript pasted into their form. Anyhoo, I used a different pen name, just so you're not confused. If you want to check it out, here's the link: ~soyouthinkyoucanwrite.com/manuscripts-sytycw-2013/fortunate-wolves~

Okay then, I wanted to follow Pat's lead and write a sexy, slave-market flash scene. But time isn't on my side. Instead, I dug up a very *unpolished* except of a werewolf WIP I began back in 2008. It's got the Halloween vibe, and is on the dark and depressing side because the heroine is seriously ill -- so beware...

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My working title is ~ Don’t Cry Werewolf

“This should be the spot.” Weak, in pain, she shuffled slowly. Focusing on each step, she tried not to stumble, not wanting to fall, hurt herself so severely she’d have to crawl into the isolated forest.

“The lucky spot,” she encouraged herself. “The lucky spot where I get eaten by a werewolf.” She whispery-sang those words to herself over and over – forging ahead at a snail’s pace.

The night-chilled air wheezed in and out of her lungs. Her feet drug over the dead damp leaves from last autumn. There wasn’t much spring foliage to hinder her way. 

“Here, little werewolf,” she called out. Again she laughed at herself. She needed a big monstrous werewolf, actually. “Here, big horrible nasty werewolf,” she called out instead – several times. She chuckled, faltered, the effort costing her.

Looking upwards at the immense display of tree limbs in the moonlight, she felt the usual quick up and down of her chest, listened to her struggling whoosh of breath. It took nothing anymore to wear her out completely. “Hey, if nothing else I’ll get lost in the forest and die,” she murmured philosophically, between her strained puffing breaths. “Maybe only the bugs will get me.”

Able to lift her foot again, she continued moving deeper into the old forest. “Death by mosquito – god, that would be horrible. Instead of a thousand cuts. A thousand bites. – The itching...no it’s better to be ripped apart. Definitely.”

Reaching an enormous tree trunk, she leaned against her palm – the rough bark strangely comforting. “Maybe it’s still too cool for mosquitos.” Breathing heavily she turned, leaned back against the trunk, rested. “Death by exposure can’t be much fun,” she whispered, huffing huge breaths, hurting breaths. “No, death by werewolf is the way to go.”

When her breaths calmed down, she called, “Here, werewolf, here, werewolf.”

Painfully she shoved from the tree trunk, shuffled from the rough bike trail onto a deer trail. “I may not be as tasty as little red riding hood.” Feeling woozy, she slowed her steps. “But I should be good enough for one meal.”

Numbness crept into her limbs. She forced one step after another. “Maybe I’ll just die on the trail.”

No fresh dinner for you, werewolfie. She sent the telepathic message just in case werewolves were a telepathic species, like most animals. No drugs, I’m mostly organic – even if I’m no spring chicken dinner. She stumbled to her knees.

“Damn!” Pain radiated upwards sharply. Straightening, she grimaced, shook her hands out. I guess a bear will do. Soon as she could, her breathing not as ragged, she leaned forward on her hands, struggled to stand up. Groaning with the pain and effort, she cried out, finally standing up.

Geez – not a good night to die. Dragging one foot, exhausted, she continued along the deer trail. Bear...cougar...maybe a wild pack of dogs...come on, werewolf. Eat me!

She begged. Heart, mind and soul, she begged. Come on, werewolf. Eat me! Her eyes shut, she took several small steps. She begged, knowing it had never mattered before how much she’d begged for help. I need a cliff.

She opened her eyes. Nothing, no glowing red eyes. No glowing eyes at all. I should just jump off a cliff...of course, there’s the whole fear of heights thing. But it won’t really matter once I’ve jumped...I could just pretend it’s a flying dream...Hit.

Her body felt wooden, about ready to collapse. Feeling chilled, she hugged herself – kept dragging her feet forward, tiny steps. She didn’t care. If she simply dropped and died – that would serve her purpose. It’s just that she wanted to know. If werewolves existed, she wanted to know. Before she died.

She figured she was owed at least that...for enduring her pathetic nightmare life. For maintaining her integrity, her goodness as a person, despite the endless brutal trials.
 
Why not serve yourself up as a meal? And know. It was eco-sound – no land-eating coffin. No energy expended in cremation. Just bloody rent flesh, dinner for a werewolf. Any remaining pieces devoured by nature.

“The natural way to go,” she whispered. “Instead of don’t feed the animals at the zoo. Do feed the animals.” She laughed silently at herself. “The new cool on YouTube,” she muttered. Looking around, she noticed there were no more night sounds. “The zoo’s new slogan – end it here, save a polar bear,” she whispered, trailed off. The eeriness tingled her flesh to goosebumps.

Hugging herself unconsciously, she waited, noticed she was frozen. She couldn’t move her feet. A strange dread coursed through her. Yet she was calm, a strange anticipation soared through her. Slowly, slowly, she swivelled her head, looking. 

It rushed at her from the darkest part of the forest, fearsome, upright, huge.

Shadow-dark in the moonlight. Searing feral gold eyes charged straight at her. Her scream stuck in her throat. She was grateful. Her fast breaths hurt like knives in her throat. It would be upon her soon.

Closing her eyes instinctively, she prayed it was a werewolf. That she would know. Somehow. Fluttering her lids open the next split second, she saw the wolfen features, monstrous and magnificent, displayed beneath the full moon. She nearly passed out from the shock, swayed. His ferocious growl as he ran at her possessed her spine.

Forcing her eyes wide, she watched him launch – fur and bulk and incredible power. His hot breath blasted her neck. His fang tip touched the side of her neck. She fainted.

But not before she thought – goodbye, cruel world.

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Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance