The Predator

The click of the knob on the bathroom door reverberated through the room far louder than Scamp thought it should have. He first saw the door crack open in the reflection of the mirror’s glass. Turning around, he exhaled openly and leaned back against the vanity.

“Woah, ‘Tani…” Scamp’s voice trailed.

Vitani stepped through the doorway, with just a shimmer of oil on her fur and a light scowl on her face. Scamp was dumbstruck by the sight. For a lioness, she was rather rough and scruffy, yet that roughness put an edge on her that matched the gentle frown she wore. His eyes were drawn to her breasts, each nice and heavy with nipples darker than any he had seen. The feline’s stomach was firm, and her thighs and hips had an impressive curve to them.

“What do you think?" she asked, taking a step towards him before stopping to put a hand on a hiked hip. The light tan pattern that started at her muzzle carried down around her breasts and over her gut before diving down between her legs. It all completed the look of a firm, active and athletic body.

“Slick…” Scamp whistled.

Little piece inspired by the thumbnail I did for 'The Lioness', although not an exact scene from the story. The excerpt however is. Vitani knows what she wants, and how to get it.