Take Her Home

Pamela the sabertooth tiger-lady is truly a remarkable gal. Not only powerful, potentially vicious, and passionate, but also in possession of an affectionate and even gentle side. This is the perfect lady for you. You settle the paperwork and once that is done, you feel her powerful arm around your shoulders, gently pressing the side of your face against one of her very large breasts. You not only hear her purring, but the thumping of her heart. You momentarily lose yourself in that, sliding your arms around her lithe waist and rubbing your face against her in a strangely cat-like way which she really takes to, purring louder and running her fingers, claws only out a little bit, through your hair to stroke your scalp. Pamela nuzzles your head and you raise your face to see her.

?Do you believe in?destiny?? you ask.

?That we were predestined to find each other, master?? says Pamela with a little smile, although you can tell she?s taking you seriously, ?Yes, I do.?

Pamela gives your nose a lick with her long rough tongue, and you finally kiss her. It takes a bit of figuring out to kiss her around her great long fangs, but the two of you figure it out and share a long and hungry french kiss before leaving the facility. As you head off in the direction of home, you note that Pamela keeps her arm protectively around you and you find that she?s not only acting as pet and ?mate? but also as bodyguard. You actually see her stare down one guy whom you realize only afterwards had been fixing to mug you. Grateful for that, you run your hand over Pamela?s back and full buttocks.

Upon reaching home, you see that your house has been redone a bit with the addition of a gymnasium-type area for indoor exercise. The biggest surprise, however, is the bedroom which has been redone in a much more rustic fashion with various furs and a huge fireplace not to mention your secret collection of tribal items. Pamela looks absolutely thrilled with this place.

?A little piece of home,? she purrs then slides onto a comfortable pile of furs in front of the fireplace, stretching out and fixing you with a smoldering look of undisguised want, ?do you wish to ceremonially christen our bedroom, master??