The river next to our camp reflected the faint glow of the moon. The campfire's flickering flames partially obscured Mia's intense gaze as she sat across from me and the jaguar girls, silently watching us.
My plans to spend some time alone with her tonight were interrupted by Kiki and Fenya the moment we sat by the fire.
Without wasting a second, the jaguars approached me from either side. Their teeth pulled on my zipper, breaking the silence with a distinct metallic sound.
Their heads, warm from the fire, rested neatly on my lap. The pair made themselves comfortable, as if at home, before gently stroking and licking me.
At first, they were as gentle as beastwomen could be. Their grip squeezed me with uncomfortable strength, and unconsciously, they sank their nails into my skin.
