Pain, fear, loss, betrayal, agony. All of these emotions and their darkest cousins fed her existence, helped to sate the endless hunger of her immortal life. A collection of all and none, she had come to identify herself as Mother: a spiritual knot of beasts coalescing together inside the physical body of a young woman. Like many shapeshifters, her form was amorphous, often ambiguous; something that she could alter at will. One unfortunate might encounter her as a lost and lonely wolf in the woods, while another might gaze upon her delicate wings with envy. Most would not live long enough to remember their encounters.
Hidden in the thick foliage of the rambling wood, she observed as a pair of lovers stepped into her meadow. Crashing to the ground in a pile of limbs, they began to lavish one another with fingers and tongues. The display was a ravenously titillating exhibition of the lust shared between these two erotic creatures. Clothing was tossed and lost quickly as the pair tried to devour one another. They were merely pathetic humans, but nonetheless her interest was piqued by their uncensored display of carnal delight.
She had no desire to collect females, but the woman was lovely. Petite at just over five feet in height, her body was shockingly curvy for her stature. Snowy porcelain skin formed over a beautifully soft, feminine face that was accentuated by plump, kissable lips painted a sensual red. Her doe eyes were shaded by immensely thick, dramatically black lashes, her matching brows flawless. Her stunning aquamarine eyes glinted in the summer sunshine as she delighted in her lover's caresses.
The male's strong hands cupped her perky breasts, their pebbled, peachy nipples pointed toward the sky. When he was not worshipping her chest, those enormous hands traveled down to squeeze the thickness of her derriere, weighing it in his palms before offering the flesh a loud smack that rang in the air. She squealed with delight at this punishment, the pair erupting into sounds of childish laughter.
A perfect hourglass figure suggested that this woman was good breeding stock, and yet Mother quelled this consideration. She was not in the market for a breeder just yet. First, she had to cull these fertile lands for her muses, those that would inspire the addition of each new creature in her menagerie. Her stock must be hearty and virile, only the very best creations could serve at her feet. The business of maintaining a supernatural empire was no simple undertaking, and she was never given to gifting handouts to inferior beings.
As such, Mother's pupils shifted with satisfaction as she devoured the body of the male—tall and toned with silken raven locks that went well past his shoulders to sweep across his collarbone. He smelled deliciously healthy and fiercely virile, and thus he was perfect for her menagerie. Strong cheekbones stood well-defined on his angular face, and a prominent brow balanced his thick nose. His chocolate irises swallowed the sunshine and relayed it back ten-fold as he kneeled above his lover, while his wide set, muscular shoulders sloped downward as if to guide the eyes to his flat stomach and impressive manhood. With a transformation came certain potential gifts she knew, and so she did not consider herself a size queen. However, it did not hurt to select specimens that were already blessed by the goddess in this respect.
Mother was helpless as her human body grew uncomfortably moist between its thighs—as a lioness she might find herself emitting a roar, as a cat she might purr. Instead, in this body she remained still and massaged the tip of her tongue over her pouty bottom lip. Her mind raced through the possibilities that lie ahead: those jet black locks inspiring thoughts of a murder of crows and a knot of nocturnal beasts. She must consider her options carefully if she hoped to gain the optimum level of indulgence from today's fun—a crow, no doubt, would inspire little fear in its mate.
Rolling through the tall grasses and wildflowers, the couple were now physically intertwined. His powerful back muscles rolled beneath his blanket of fair skin as he thrust down into his mate, gripping handfuls of her perky tits as he lavished kisses across her neck and jaw. She mewled beneath him as he growled above her, the pair likely considering themselves very animalistic and deviously primal. Mother snickered at the thought.
Minutes later, they flipped and the female sat astride the male, cupping her own orbs and tossing her head back to worship the sun. Her hips gyrated in a circular pattern, her chest flush with her heat as sweat glistened across her snow white skin. Her noises were gentle keenings, feminine gasps of sensuality as she used the male's body for her pleasure.
"Fuck," her mate exhaled and his voice was a deep, honey-soaked baritone that luxuriated across Mother's nethers. "Your cunt twitches each time you move, milking me and sucking me in deeper."
"Good," the female responded in a cacophony of twinkling bells. "Your body belongs to me."
Interesting, Mother thought. Her experiences with humans had shown that the males seemed convinced that they ruled the world, and the women seemingly allowed them to cling to this misguided belief. This pair, however, had turned those roles around much to her amusement. A male who understood his place was well-groomed for her world, properly suited as a new addition to her collection and one that would require little reconditioning.
Betrayal leaked down Mother's thighs as the male sat up, bringing his mate with him and attaching his plump lips to her right nipple. He nursed hungrily at the wrinkled peak, his teeth tugging gently at the little pink nub and eliciting a squeal from between the female's lips. "Fuck," she rasped in her sing-song voice. "That does terrible things to my cunt."
"I'm going to do terrible things to your cunt," her mate winked and it set Mother aflame. Her pupils shifted shape once more as she hungrily observed the male raising his hips up and speared the wanton female with his fleshy organ. Moments later when he removed himself from her petite body to reposition his hips, his cock glistened with their combined juices and Mother began to quiver.
Unable to continue in her present position, Mother sunk to the ground in rapturous defeat. Her flowing, white silk robes hid very little, and thus provided easy access to all of her barely concealed treasures. With slits that reached up to her full and rounded hips, and a plunging V that barely covered her erect nipples, her fingers were quickly able to find and enter her moist folds with a triumphant squish. Tossing her head back and allowing her blonde mane to flow down her back and drag through the dirt, she rutted into her human genitalia, trying to match the pace of the gorgeous male specimen.
Her pupils continued to shift as she observed the heated mating with a growing need. Hungry for the energy that would soon spill into her spirit and consume her, she grew equally desirous for an amorous liaison with the beautiful male. Alas, his destiny had already been marked the moment that Mother allowed her focus to settle onto his irresistible but frail human body. He was meant for something greater than this, something much more important than a simple sexual romp.
Rubbing a slow circle over her swollen clitoris as she listened to the lovers' noises infiltrate the silence of the forest meadow, the answer to her earlier thoughts seemed to materialize amidst the heady fog of pheromones. Panthera pardus. The leopard was a uniquely regal and sophisticated creature, each being covered in a unique pattern of rosettes that distinguished them from all others in the prowl. Unlike the hearty and thriving wolves, leopard populations had dwindled to nothing, their very existence slowly being eclipsed by the greed of a suffocating human race.
A mother knows all of her children, she thought with a delighted grin, and a mother takes care of all of her children. Elated, she allowed a hand to travel up to her sensitive peaks and tease the pebbled flesh. Yes, the leopard was a proud and noble species that deserved a savior. Mother could be that for her children, and this male would mark the perfect beginning for her collection.
"Fuck," he panted, his voice growing husky with feverish passion. "I can't last much longer."
As he kneeled above his lover, sinking his lean hips down into her welcoming warmth over and over, his plump ass cheeks clenched obscenely and blissful euphoria ignited throughout Mother. Transfixed, she watched as the shadows that danced across his back began to ripple, a cloak of night beginning to whisper against his soft skin. The veil of midnight fur ebbed above his aura, making promises for his future.
Deliciously unaware of the spell that was tickling across his humanity, the male slowed his pace and began to nip hungrily at the female's neck. "You feel like heaven," he cooed and it was rough at the edges. A series of muscles had begun rearranging themselves in his throat, irreparably altering the sound of his voice. Ignorant to this change, he growled in pleasure as he nestled atop his mate and continued their coupling.
The sight of his massive hands raking through the dirt signaled an awareness to Mother and a smile painted itself across her beautiful face. His long fingers flexed in the strands of grass, raking dirt beneath his nails as his breathing became ragged. Strong biceps twitched involuntarily as he held his weight off his lover's small body. Sweat suddenly swept across his brow and his tongue shot out to harvest a large droplet from his lips.
"Something's wrong," the male rasped between gritted teeth as he fought to hold his sudden concern at bay. Heartbeat racing and adrenaline pumping through his veins, he buried himself into his lover and stilled his weight atop her. He didn't want to frighten her, but it was becoming obvious to him that something was not right. The initial feeling of being watched was being overridden by a tingling across his skin, the muscles in his back spasming uncontrollably. All this as a pressure mounted inside the bones of his hands and he scratched feverishly at the ground—something was trying to crawl inside him.
"What's wrong?" the female inquired, cupping his cheeks in her hands and placing a comforting kiss to the tip of his nose. "You look panicked, baby. What is it?"
"Something doesn't feel right," he repeated as he tried to remain calm. "My hands are suddenly so sore; they're burning."
