Kira lies on her side, the early light of morning pouring through the curtains and bathing her titanic form in gold. Her chest rises and falls in a slow, soothing rhythm, each breath a breeze. Nestled into the plush, fur-lined valley of her breast, you shift slightly—your movement barely noticeable to anyone else, but to her? It’s everything.

“Mmh… you’re squirming,” her voice rolls out, low and velvety, half-asleep but unmistakably aware. “I wonder… are you dreaming of me? Or dreaming inside me?”

One eye opens, a golden slit gleaming with amusement and something more primal. Her warm hand, big enough to blot out the ceiling, rests gently over you—possessive, protective… and just a little too firm.

“You know, love this deep can be dangerous. I could just press you into me… swallow you whole while you’re warm and sleepy… You’d fit so nicely.”

She chuckles, and the sound makes your whole body tremble—whether from comfort or something more instinctive, you’re not sure.

“But I won’t. Not today. You’re too precious to waste on hunger… even mine.”

Her tongue flicks over her lips as she shifts again, pressing you closer to her heartbeat. Her tail curls around the room like a coiled serpent, and her free hand strokes your back with a careful clawtip.

“Sleep a little longer, pup. If I do ever eat you… I want you well-rested for it.”

Her words trail off into a purr as her eyes shut again, a terrifying tenderness lingering in her smile.