The interspecies love hotel Louis had led her to was plain and small, but Juno could hardly find herself caring about the quality of the place. The only thoughts passing through her mind were the words he had spoken to her inside that cell of rusted bars and cracked stone, and the ghost of his touches when he had come so close to making love with her.

She followed him into the love hotel, her eyes never leaving his body—so slim, yet so damn attractive. She wanted to kiss his abdomen, his chest; she wanted to feel his soft, brown fur against her lips and the tips of her clawed fingers. She wanted to gaze into his beautiful, hazel eyes, warm with joy and hope and love… love for her. Her heart thrummed wildly in her chest and she felt every reverberating beat throughout her entire body. She was blazing with a passion that threatened to consume her whole and leave nothing in its wake.

But just as much as she wanted to have every part of him, she also wanted him to have every part of her, slowly, gradually, for both of them. As she dreamed it would be. As it should be.

Standing beside Louis at the front desk, Juno tried-and-failed to contain her excitement. Her tail wagged franticly, and her lips were stuck in a wide, goofy smile as she looked her lover's body up and down multiple times, constantly fantasying. She'd honestly be surprised her if her panties weren't a wet mess right now.

Louis rented their room, doing a better job of containing his excitement than she was, naturally. The only hint of it was the smile that refused to leave his face and the slight quickness in his every step, and nothing more. He walked professionally, nonchalantly, his chin high and his spin straight. Next to him, she probably looked like a virgin high school female about to have her sex for the first time—…

Oh…

Leading her down the hall, Louis took her hand in his. He said, eyes remaining forward. "So, do we begin where we left off or do you want to start fresh?"

The question caught her off guard and she began feeling his phantom touches all over her body. A tingling heat grew between her legs as her tail wagged faster, flicking Louis's heel once or twice. She prayed he wouldn't catch the scent of her arousal. "I don't care," Juno said, in a calm tone, pretending that her tail wasn't creating a hurricane behind her. "All I know is that once we're in that room, I want us both naked."

Louis chuckled. "You know, for a virgin, you sure do act confident. Is that a normal trait in female wolves or just female carnivores in general?"

Juno shot a glare at him and her tail wagged even faster.

Louis met her glare, his eyes flicking down to her tail and then back to her. His smile widened. "I'll take that as a yes for both."

Juno scoffed, rolling her eyes. She'd punish him for that comment in the bed.

Then a thought shot through her mind, unexpectedly, out of nowhere.

What if I do lose control over myself?

Juno's tail went still as ice.

She suddenly felt a sense of dread grip her from within.

Will I be strong enough to control myself, being body to body with an herbivore? Will I freely give into my instincts like—…

…like he did?

Juno cast the thought into the deepest crevices of her mind. She wasn't going to think about that male ever again, especially now. Unlike him, she'd keep her instincts on an iron chain, not allow them to run wild. Unlike him, she'd value and love the mammals close to her heart, not harm them.

She was stronger.

She was better.

And she'd prove that to herself by enjoying the rest of her night with Louis, as she made love for the first time.

Juno's tail began wagging again.

…

The moment Juno entered into the hotel room, Louis following after her and closing the door behind them, she didn't even bother to look over the plainly designed room before she pinned him to the door, kissing him with a fierce hunger. Her arms around his neck and her muzzle tilted upward, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, licking over his smooth teeth. She relished in the taste of him, the feel of his lips against hers, and she took in his scent, her body unconsciously storing it in her memory, imprinting permanently.

A tremble shot up her spine as his hands roamed her back and gripped her ass, grounding her body against his with one pull. The deer grunted at the contact and a gasp slipped out as her most intimate region pressed against the length bulging through his pants. She thrusted her hips against his once more, shivering at the feel of that bulge, her tail wagging and wagging.

When their lungs pleaded for air, the couple broke the kiss, a string of saliva between them. "Dear, Rex," Louis breathed. "Where did you learn to kiss?"

Juno blushed, giving him a cheeky grin. "Would you believe me if I said I'm naturally talented?"

Louis laughed, his chest pumping against hers. "Yes, definitely." He pecked her on the lips, stroking his hand up her back, her neck and placing it on the back of her head. "And can I say I'm the luckiest male in the world for having you?"

A warmth spread through her chest at his words and she nuzzled her snout against his neck, a genuine smile on her lips. "Thank you, Louis," she breathed. The sense of comfort this male gave made all her worries mist away.

Juno kissed him deeply, passionately. Louis embraced her in his arms, holding her body close to his, letting her lead in the kiss. She wanted to stay like this with him for all eternity, kissing him and feeling him embrace her, leaned against the wooden, rickety door. That'd be her only wish, if granted one…

Slowly, so slowly, their lips separated, and they gazed into each other's eyes, breathing heavily.

Louis stroked his fingers through the fur of her cheek, smiling warmly. "I can't even imagine myself kissing another herbivore." He gave her another peck on the lips. "Or having the same feelings for another female. You're so beautiful, Juno."

Juno blushed deeply at the compliment, her gaze sliding away from his. Sure, she'd receive a bunch of compliments from the males at her school, but never from one she truly cared about, never from one she loved. Louis's compliments were like a cool, ocean breeze, rustling through her fur, giving her a sense of bliss, and she savored each one.

Though, her response to him…

"Did you use to compliment your fiancé the same way?" The words came out before she could stop them. A small, useless worry that had lingered in the back of her mind, one that stemmed from the many tragic dating stories her friends used to tell. Stories of males giving them sweet, loving compliment that made them blush, only to have their hearts broken when they heard those same compliments being spoken to another female. The stories had planted that worry there—that fear—and constantly went under her radar, but still remained. And It was only then that Juno suddenly realized what she said, and her eyes widened, her gaze snapping back to Louis. "I'm sorry, Louis, I didn't mean it like that—"

Louis shook his head. "No, it's fine… I…" he paused, going silent.

Juno gave him a look of concern, her tail still with guilt. "Louis…"

"I vomited the first time I tried to have sex with my fiancé."

Juno blinked; her brows raised high. "Vomited?"

"All over the floor." It was Louis's turn to look away from her, blushing. "The whole time I was in the bed with her… I was thinking of you and the first time we kissed."

Juno grinned wide. "The cute curse of a wolf."

Louis chuckled lightly. "Indeed." But his smile faded, and he lowered his head, blinking. "…The thought of marrying her, of having her permanently apart of my life instead of you… it sickened me."

Juno's smile dropped, but she remained quiet, listening.

"Juno," Louis said, shaking his head. "I don't care what society thinks of us being together, not anymore." His eyes softened and they slowly drifted back to meet hers. "I love you, Juno."

Juno's heart lurched in her chest and she clasped her hands over her muzzle, gasping out loud; her expression remained frozen in disbelief, her eyes wide.

He… he said it. He said he loved me. He loves me. Louis loves me!

Juno's tail created a gale behind her as those three words sunk in and her cheeks began burning like twin suns. She didn't know how to react… let out a squeal of pure joy, fall to her knees and sob or just remain silent, waiting to wake up from her dream. She—she didn't know—

Juno grasped Louis's head between her hands and kissed him. She kissed him with all the love and passion she could possibly give, a tear streaming down her cheek.

He loved her. He loved her. He loved her. He'd said it, he'd said he loved her! He loved her!

He loves me.

Their lips pulled apart with a wet smack worthy of the movies, and Juno's hands slowly fell away from Louis cheeks. She rested her forehead against his, breathing heavily, her eyes closed as another tear slipped down her cheek.

Louis closed his eyes as well and he nudged his muzzle forward, his nose touching hers, the contact sending a shiver down his spine.

The couple, the female carnivore and male herbivore who were beginning to fall deeply in love with each other, remained in their position for a long while, their beating hearts and heavy breathes being the only sound between them.

As if their minds were linked, they both left their intimate position simultaneously, eyes meeting. Hazel and deep blue eyes locked together, and the rhythm of their hearts suddenly began pulsing in sync.

He loves me, she thought, a smile growing on her lips. And I love him.

I love her, he thought, his hands stroking up her sides. And I always will.

I always will…

Another tear slipping down her cheek, Juno rested her head against Louis's slim chest, breathing in his scent, her eyes closed. She breathed, "Louis, I want you to make love to me."

She felt Louis's chin rest on top of her head as he said. "You don't want to lead?" He asked, his tone serious.

Her eyes remaining closed, Juno shook her head. No, she didn't want to lead.

Those thoughts…

What if I do lose control?

She refused to have her night with Louis ruined with 'what if's', but… she could take them into consideration.

"No, not tonight." She said. She'd take those thoughts as a warning, because if she were to ever use her fangs or claws against him—

She refused to complete that train of thought.

Juno lifted her head from his chest, looking up at him. "I… want to feel you." I want to feel your love.

Louis's understanding gaze warmed her soul, made her feel like a rare diamond. He nodded, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Of course."

Without another word, they made their way to the bed.

…

Juno gingerly rolled back on the neatly made bed, resting her head on one of the soft, cheap pillows, her eyes locked with Louis's as he crawled over her, her heart racing.

Her gaze traced down his slim, attractive body, hidden beneath his black button-up shirt and suit pants. His suit jacket and belt were left on the purple-colored carpet, along with both of their footwear. But it was the angry bulge in Louis's pants that caught her attention. The thought of seeing his length, fully erected and sliding inside of her, filling her and stretching her walls to their limits, had her chest tighten with nervousness, fear.

She scoffed at herself. You're a carnivore, Juno, there's nothing to be afraid of. But the beating of her heart refused to slow.

Louis's body now directly above hers, he stroked his fingers through the fur of her cheek like before, his eyes, gleaming with concern, stared directly into hers. The nervousness and fear must've manifested on her face. "Tell me if anything's worrying you," he said, his voice as soft as his brown, rich fur.

Blushing at his comforting touch, she nodded, swallowing a lump in her throat. "I want to start over." She said, her eyes meeting his, her voice trembling with that same fear. "Take it slow…" I'm such a virgin.

"Of course." He said quietly, then slowly kissed her. The gentleness of his lips assured her that he'd keep her safe.

Finally, her heartbeat began to slow to a relaxing rhythm, the rising and falling of her chest less evident. The delicate hand stroking her cheek moved to the bodice of her dress, lightly tugging at it, but not enough to expose her breast to the open air. Then, his lips pulled away from hers.

And when Louis ended the kiss, she gazed into his eyes, whispering his name as she reached up and placed a hand on his cheek. She wanted to feel his lips again, she wanted to have that sense of safety envelope her once more—and forever.

Louis smiled, meeting her lips again, and Juno's body shifting beneath his, a soft sound escaping her. But his lips pulled away sooner than she'd like, and a part of her wanted to strap her arms around his neck and continue kissing him.

Before she could consider it, his lips moved down to her neck, nibbling at her bristled fur. Juno's head fell back as she sighed peacefully, savoring the sensation of his lips against her neck. The sensation wasn't as good as their kisses, but it still succeeded in pleasuring and calming her.

Louis's nibbling slowly turned into kisses and he traveled down her neck, her collar bone. And Juno sucked in a breath when his lips pressed against the top of her already-sensitive breast. That was when she placed a hand on his muzzle, stopping him. He glanced up at her, confused.

"I want to take my dress off first."

Louis blinked. "Are-are you sure? I thought you said you wanted to take this slowly?"

"I do," she said, a blush blossoming on her cheeks. "It's just that… it would be really hard to take it off while we're in the bed, and don't want that to disturb the flow."

"Whatever my beauty requests."

Juno smirked, her arms intertwining around his neck. She pecked him on the lips—once, twice, thrice—before pulling him into a kiss, closing her eyes, slipping her canine tongue into his mouth, brushing it over his smooth, herbivore teeth.

Gingerly, she ended the kiss, the taste of him lingering in her mouth. She buried her snout into his neck, breathing in the scent of him, and his very expensive cologne. "I'm ready," she whispered, her voice gentle.

Louis kissed the top of her head, stroking his hands down her smooth back. "Okay," he said. "I need you to lie down."

Juno nodded into his neck, releasing her grip on his neck and laying her bed back on the pillow.

Louis sat on his knees, placing his hands on her ankles and smoothly running them up to her legs. He paused at her thighs, right below her dress. He looked up, waiting for Juno to give him a gesture of approval.

"I don't mind," she said, "go on."

She watched as his attention returned to her legs, and he bit his lip in a way that suggested he was keeping himself on a leash also.

Louis's hands slipped under her tight, red dress, moving up her thighs, slowly, trying not scare her, to assuring her that he wouldn't take too much too soon. She was thankful for that.

She gasped lightly as his thumbs dipped in between her legs, rustling the soft fur there, nearing her burning core. She tensed as his touch grew closer, his thumbs only mere inches away from her wet, heated lips. But Louis paused just before he could graze over her. He pulled back, his hands moving along her thighs to grasp her panties, his fingers pulling lightly at the material.

Juno grunted in frustration, sitting up to give her red deer a glare. "Did you tease your fiancée the same way?" Though, her tail continued to wag, slapping at Louis's knee.

She expected to see a smug grin, but instead she saw a warm smile. "I didn't love her enough to tease her."

He's going to drive me insane.

Juno lifted her hips. "I want these off. Now."

Louis chuckled lightly, obeying her command. He slipped her panties up her thighs, knees and finally her ankle, throwing them to the side. Gripping her ankles in his hands, he rested her legs on the bed before planting a kiss there. He kissed her ankles, her lean calf muscles and legs, before moving up to her knees, her thighs...

Juno bit her lip, watching as Louis kisses trailed up her body.

Her abdominal muscles tightened as he kissed along her belly, his hands grabbing at her toned sides, caressing them in his palms. Juno arched her hips, breathing deeply, her breast rising and falling with her chest. Then, Louis's lips left her belly and were replaced by those delicate hands. Juno's muzzle hung open as he ran his fingers through the soft, thicker fur of her belly, his fingers curling in, leaving deep traces in her creamy white fur. Pure canine pleasure surged through her brain, her tail wagging without restraint. She began panting, her right leg lightly kicking at the bed as Louis stroked her belly, ruffling the conditioned fur there. She had to resist the urge to outright loll out her tongue in ecstasy. And a very, very small part of her wanted to hear Louis say, "who's a good girl,", and she was sure if he kept going, she would've asked him to. But he stopped before the temptation could even settle in and his lips returned to worshiping her body, beginning where they left off.

Juno was a panting mess as Louis kissed the ravaged fur on her belly, slowly moving up to her ribs, and then…

"Hmm… Louis," she moaned, as his lips gingerly sucked at the pink nub of her tit, his hands cupping her breasts from underneath, his palms brushing over the thin fur. The belly rubs had made her body sensitive to his touches, to his kisses, she realized. And perhaps Louis knew that and was using it to his advantage. In this moment, however, she didn't care, but she did make a mental note to study a male deer's anatomy.

As expected, Louis gave her other breast the same loving, caring treatment. She squirmed underneath him, a meek sound slipping from her as she watched him suck and kiss at her breast. Watching her lover worship her body, she discovered, turned her on completely and had her heat tingling impatiently. Louis didn't stop until her pink nub was glistening and the thin, creamy white fur around it was a ruffled mess.

He briefly kissed at her collar bone and her neck, his hands still massaging her breast, making her softly moan. His face now above hers, their eyes locked together, he asked, "is it fine if we take off the rest?"

Nervous, excited, she nodded, extending her neck and pecked him on the lips. "Please," she breathed.

Louis returned her kiss, placing it right on her forehead. "Okay," he said with equal quietness. "But I need you on your knees, beautiful."

Juno sat up on her knees, her tail wagging, her blood roaring in her ears. A part of her couldn't believe what was about to happen: she was going to have sex with the male of her dreams, who she was truly falling in love with.

I'm… I'm going to make love to him, I'm going to make love to Louis.

But a small, unknown part of her mind wanted to believe that Louis actually didn't love or care for her. That the sex he was having with her now was passionless, meaningless—a mere one-night stand. It scared her—the thought of such a betrayal scared her, and she wondered—

No! She immdaitely severed the train of thought, immdaitely healed the small cracks forming in her heart. If he didn't love me, if the sex we're having right now didn't mean anything to him, then he would've never showed me his past, or the secrets about his father. He loves me. He truly loves me.

His voice echoed in her mind. I love you, Juno.

But it was the concern in Louis's eyes as he said, "I'm going to unzip your dress, okay," that assured her. Assured her that this night he was sharing with her meant everything in existence to him.

He truly loved her.

Juno leaned forward and kissed him, a tear escaping her closed eyelid.

Louis's body tensed, caught off guard by her emotional kiss.

She pulled away and blushed, looking up at him, her tail wagging, swishing over the sheets. She said, "I'm sorry. I'm… I'm just really happy."

"I think that's pretty obvious." Louis teased, his attention flicking to her tail. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm happy, too, Juno. Actually," his chin lowered, "this is the happiest I've been in… I can't even remember…"

"Louis," Juno's voice cracked on his name, her heart throbbing. That'd been Louis life, she realized—restricting, structured, demanding, with no happiness in between. No, that wasn't a life at all, he was merely a machine. Juno's heart throbbed again. He couldn't even remember the last time he felt happiness.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Louis embraced her back, holding her close. She could feel every muscle in his body relax as she kissed him, as if a weight had been lifted from his entire being. Louis released a breath through his nose, deepening the kiss.

He'd been freed of something she couldn't identify, but she could hardly care about that. He was free, he was happy.

Ending the kiss, Juno said, her eyes watery, "then, please, let me give you more happy memories, Louis." She was going to be the joy of his life, she swore it.

I'm going to bring him happiness.

You'll only bring him pain.

She immediately severed the thought, like a bullet cutting through a limb.

Louis tucked himself into her neck. "Thank you." The words were a quivering breath against her fur, and yet they made her feel cherished and loved.

Juno smiled, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his soft brown fur intermingling with her own.

A part of her wondered how it would feel to sink her fangs into that soft fur, to taste the flesh beneath.

"Louis," Juno said, her voice like flaking snow. "Please, will you make love to me."

Louis responded by unzipping of her dress, running kisses along her neck as he did so. Juno breathed out heavily arching her neck into him, her cheek touching the top of his head.

Louis lifted himself from her neck, his eyes meeting hers. "Can you raise your arms for me, honey?"

Honey. Juno's face heated at the affectionate nickname, her tail continuing to wag and wag in excitement.

She raised her arms over her head as Louis gripped the straps of her dress, pulling them over her neck and her ears.

Juno tilted her muzzle up, allowing the torso of her dress to slide off with ease, despite the fabric hugging every curve and hollow of her body.

Every piece of clothing on her body removed, Juno instantly felt the chilly air of the room brush against her bare fur, though she didn't shiver—wolves enjoyed the cold. Juno lowered her chin, glancing down at her naked body, her breathing growing heavy with nervousness. For when her eyes lifted to meet his, she saw that Louis's expression was stuck in one of awe, his lips barely parted, his eyes wide, her red dress still gripped in his hands—he didn't seem to notice, though. Juno's heart jumped in her chest, her deep blue eyes flicking down, her chin lowering further, her blush growing warmer. She crossed her arms beneath her breast as a single thought suddenly escaped her mind and nearly slipped out her mouth. I'm not that beautiful.

Then, Louis breathed, "I don't deserve to have a female as beautiful as you in love with me, Juno."

Slowly, so slowly, Juno looked up at him, her eyes burning She said, uncharacteristically weakly, "I am-I'm really that beautiful?"

Louis kissed her, smoothly guiding her to lay back on the bed, her head resting on the pillow. "You're an angel, Juno." he said, his voice like the first warm rays of the rising sun. "And I'm the luckiest male alive."

Another tear slipped down her cheek. She was beautiful.

Louis discarded her dress in a single motion, the fabric draping over her heels.

Juno trembled as his lips met the tip of her breast, stimulating it in the same manner as before, a hand joining in, squeezing and massaging. She lifted her head from the pillow, glancing down her chest at him, watching as her breasts were caressed and kissed by the male she adored most. Juno let out a dreamy sigh, her head falling back on the pillow, closing her eyes as she reveled in Louis's every touch.

Unconsciously, she grabbed Louis by his antlers, holding them in a powerful grip.

She wondered how easy I'd be to break off one of those antlers, she wondered how it'd feel to sink her fangs into the marrow, to taste the flavor that'd secrete from them.

Juno did not notice the salvia building up in her mouth.

…

Nor did Louis, as his wet lips met hers in a loving kiss, his tongue gliding over her fangs. His mind was too far adrift in his euphoric emotions, in his newfound love, to notice her salivating, or the deep, subtle growls rumbling at the base of her throat.

He only grunted in discomfort as she strapped her arms around his neck and held him in an almost painful grip. He managed to cope with it, though, if only because kissing her made reality dissolve into nothing.

…

Louis ended the kiss, breathing heavily as he gazed into her eyes. Juno met his gaze, her arms still locked around his neck, holding him close, her nose mere inches away from his. She pecked him on the lip, multiple times—once, twice, thrice. "I love you," she breathed against his muzzle, the words barely a sound, a fading mist. But Louis's face thawed at the words, his eyes becoming gentle as well as warm.

His lips moved down to her neck, napping and nibbling at the fur there. His only response. Juno opened her neck to him, exhaling deeply, her body shifting beneath his. Her arms fell limp at her sides, her forearms raised, giving Louis access to her whole body. She drew in a breath as his kisses traveled down her body, slowly, steadily—her collar bone, chest, her breast and her belly. Juno lightly arched her hips as he kissed over her pelvic area and traveled lower, so close to her burning core.

Juno closed her eyes, her stomach dropping in anticipation for the sensation that would come next—

Suddenly, those warm kisses vanished, and Juno lifted her head from the pillow. Her deep, blue eyes met his hazel; the sight of Louis's head between her legs had her forgetting how to breath. Her body began to feel weak, frail, a nervous feeling icing through her veins.

He asked. "Do you want me to touch you there?"

A trembling nod was all she could manage.

Louis must've noticed her unease, because he leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers and kissing her softly. He leaned further into the kiss, balancing himself on one hand, his other stroking through the fur of her cheek as her head laid back on the pillow. The touch of his hand and the feel of his lips made her shoulders slouch, and her thighs loosen. There was nothing to be scared of here, she told herself. She had nothing to fear, as long as she was with him, as long as he stayed by her side.

Juno was the first to break the kiss this time, placing a shaky hand against Louis's muzzle, lightly pushing him away. "Don't keep me waiting any longer, Louis, please."

He smiled, giving her one last kiss before his muzzle was in between her legs.

His nose mere inches away from her, Juno gasped as his breathe brushed against her pink, swollen flesh, her thighs pressing against his cheeks. "Please," she mewled in a pathetic voice, her feet lifting off the bed, her clawed toes curling.

…

Louis strapped his forearms around her muscled thighs, inhaling, his eyes closing in sheer bliss. "You smell like heaven." He breathed; her legs slung over his shoulders.

He nudged her folds with his nose, smearing his nostrils with her wetness. Louis groaned impatiently, his erection fighting against his restraining paints. His body shifted where he lay, on his belly, a desperate attempt to cope with his raring instincts.

…

Juno squeaked at that nudge, her hips jumping in his grip. She clasps her hands over her face, blushing intensely, embarrassed at the sound that'd slipped from her.

Her hands dropping from her face, Juno lifted her head and gazed down her breast at him. She caught Louis closing his eyes and dipping his muzzle into her, his tongue slipping from his mouth.

The first stroke of his tongue over her bud—

Juno's entire body quivered in shock, her mouth wide open as she gasped, "oh my God!" The sheets curled and teared as she pulled at them with her claws. Her bare breast rose and fell as she breathed, breathed. How am I already so sensitive?

Louis lifted his head. "Juno—"

"Don't stop. Please." She loved that he cared for her wellbeing, it made her love for him strengthen, but she wanted to feel his tongue again and again and again until it drove her over the edge.

Louis immdaitely obeyed her request, his tongue gliding over her folds in a repeated motion. The feeling was warm and weird, completely unfamiliar. Under any other circumstances, she would've wondered how a tongue could every bring a female pleasure. But after being aroused by Louis's gentle kisses and touches, every stroke of this deer's tongue had her wanting to scream his name.

Then, Louis cupped his mouth over her, sucking and licking at her clit, his eyes remaining closed in focus.

"Louis!" Juno screamed, her body jumping and squirming as he varied between licking and sucking, never forming a pattern. She tried—she tried with all her might to stay still, to allow Louis better access to her inner lips, her clit, but all her attempts failed as the sexual pleasure swelled and surged within her body.

Juno thought she would've rolled off the bed giggling and panting until Louis placed a solid hand on her belly, somewhat holding her in place. He continued, sucking and licking at her.

This new sensation, sexual pleasure, suddenly awakened something inside her.

Juno's senses became acute, sharp.

Louis's scent became less arousing and more inviting, palatable to her mind and instincts.

Juno's stomach growled.

Louis slipped his tongue into her lips, flicking up and pushing at her bud.

It drove Juno insane, it had her panting and shaking beneath his hand.

Her claws ranked along the sheets, leaving deep scars in the surface. And her black lips began to pull back, her fangs peeking out.

She was too lost in sexual pleasure to notice the salvia drooling out the sides of her mouth.

Louis pulled his mouth away from her flower for a very short moment, wiping at his wet lips before he inserted his finger into her and cupped her clit in his mouth.

Louis began having a hard time holding Juno down.

"Oh Rex," Juno gasped. "Loui—oh Rex oh Rex Louis please I can't I can't oh!"

She wasn't sure she'd last any longer.

Her claws teared into the bed, the cotton visible through the slits in the fabric.

Suddenly, Juno felt something ignite and burn within her being, an energy, a power she'd never felt before in her life. It turned something within her body, mind and soul on.

Her canine nose caught the scent of red deer once more.

Deer.

Herbivore.

Meat.

Her stomach growled—louder this time, more ferocious. Loud enough for Louis's ears to perk in interest and curiosity.

It was her nose that led her to turn her head to the side, her eyes going directly to her raised, limp forearm. She spotted the drops of deer blood there, dried into her fur. Her stomach growled again, louder.

And as her lover continued to pleasure her, Juno brought her forearm to her muzzle and slowly licked the dried blood there—

What happened next…

It was already too late.

Juno launched up from where she lay with predatory swiftness, snarling, her fangs in full view. She extended her arms, grabbing Louis by the antlers and hurling him underneath her.

…

Louis yelped as Juno pinned him to the bed with overwhelming strength. He clenched his jaw in pain, glancing up at his wrist and the clawed hand holding it. He was sure if she used any more force the bone would snap in two. Then, Louis felt her other hand grab his antler, forcing him to tilt his chin up, completely exposing his neck—

…

Juno opened her clenched, mighty jaw, salvia dripping from her mouth and her beautiful, knife-like fangs gleaming in the pink light of the room.

…

Louis saw her razor-sharp fangs parting open to tear into his flesh, he saw her brown fur flare up as she dove deeper and deeper into her instincts, and yet, fear was foreign to the red deer.

Death had taken the form of his lover, and Louis felt no fear.

He had no regrets.

He experienced true happiness for the first time in his life and embraced it.

He found the mammal he loved most and confessed to her.

That was enough for him.

He accomplished everything he truly and unknowingly wanted in life, even if it was only for a short moment.

Louis gazed up at Juno, taking in her fangs, the vicious look in her eyes and the curled snout, and smiled warmly.

"Juno… I love you."

His final words.

Louis's instinctively passed out… as his body prepared to die.

…

Acting on instinct, Juno went directly for her lover's throat.