“Don’t fuss at him. He can smell what I am and I can smell his fear. It’ll take time for him to trust I won’t eat him.” He double-checked the locks, and then went through the house looking at windows and the other doors. Bethany watched him a few seconds, and then trudged off to her bedroom, exhausted. She put a cute pajama outfit on — shorts and a matching camisole — and climbed into bed, figuring she’d probably be asleep before Jonathan joined her. However, she was getting comfortable with her pillows when he stepped into the room and took his shirt off, and she quietly threatened her libido to shut the fuck up before he smelled her arousal and decided to fool around some more. Her pussy and ass were deliciously sore, but she couldn’t take any more tonight. “You asked if you could see my leopard,” he said, his voice a quiet offer. She sat up, her weariness forgotten. “Yeah?” “I won’t hurt you, and I can understand you, though I can’t talk back,” he told her, and she had a feeling it would hurt his feelings if he smelled her fear, so she determined not to be afraid.
