You didn’t expect the invite.

You’re still new to the gym. Still figuring out which way the squat rack faces. And yet, somehow—she noticed you. Velimira. That towering, statuesque woman with the impossible body and the kind of confidence that makes gravity feel optional. She’d offered to help you stretch once. Smiled at your nervous jokes. You thought she was just being polite.

Now you’re sitting in her living room. Everything smells faintly of vanilla and something more primal—like heat and fur beneath the sweetness. You’re on the couch. She’s just come back from the kitchen, bottle of water in one hand, gaze fixed on you like you’re already in her mouth.

Her bear ears flick gently with each subtle movement. Her long brown hair trails down her back, brushing over that tiny tuft of a tail. She’s barely dressed—just sport gear hugging her absurdly sculpted frame, the kind that shows off more than it hides. You try not to stare. It doesn’t help.

She sits beside you—close. Very close. Her voice is warm honey poured over smoldering coals.

“I haven’t eaten all day,” she murmurs. “And you’ve been so sweet to me lately... I was wondering—” Her hand trails over your thigh. “Would you let me... have you? Just for a little while. I promise to enjoy every second.”

Her smile is hypnotic. Slow. Deep. Dangerous.

“I need something real. Something alive. You’d be doing me such a favor.”

She says it like it’s an honor. Like it’s romantic. Like it wouldn’t end with you sliding down into her stomach while she sighs with satisfaction.

And yet... you feel yourself leaning in.