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She has her textbook sized artbook out. I notice a stylized black rose on the cover before she opens it to the picture of the buxom woman with feline ears, bat wings and a scorpion-like tail that I had seen earlier.
“Seru was an Imperial Alchemist with the royal court of Vamore before I annexed the kingdom. Now she’s a confident and clever Manticore….”
“Manticore.” Mari corrects. “A beast whose cunning, beauty and lust rivals even that of my lilim sisters.”
She turns the page and I’m greeted by the striking image of a woman with charcoal grey flesh, wolf’s ears and an eye with dark sclera similar to Mari’s. In her portrait, she seems to be looking at me with a toothy grin, complete with even sharper and more prominent canines than Mari. There appeared to be a mane of dark fur around her neck
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We got to the ballpark a little early, but the parking lot was already starting to fill up.
I did have a little bottle of sunscreen that I kept in the truck and applied it to my arms and neck as soon as we got out.
“Hang on a sec-” I caution Talia. For the occasion, the wolf-girl was wearing the Sea Wolves jersey I gave her and a pair of shorts. Without giving her any warning, I daubed a little sunblock on the tip of her nose as she scowled at me.
“Don’t look at me like that….” I chuckle. “Unless you want to put it on all by yourself and get it all smeared into your fur.”
I apply a little more to her cheeks and forehead before rubbing it in. Talia’s chortling now.
“What? Does that tickle?”
“Oh that’s not it.” Talia says innocently. “Here I am out in public with you insisting on putting a sticky white cream all over my face in front of everyone, you pervert.”
“And I thought MY mind was in the gutter.” I say as I move around to take care of the back of her neck. Her hair is just long enough that she needs to hold it up when I’m applying the last of the sunscreen.
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Even sweaty and fatigued, Talia still looks terrific. She’s still in her denim shorts and bikini top that she got from the Cupid’s Quiver, wiping her brow with a little hand towel after taking a swig of water from a plastic bottle.
“Damn…..” I begin to say to her with what has to be the goofiest, shit-eating grin on my face. “Didn’t think my nefarious scheme would get found out so early. I mean- I even shaved off the goatee that all evil twins have.”
“Really?” She folds her arms.
“Yup- evil twin style guide.”
“Seriously- what’s going on?” Talia asks. It’s almost as if I’m in trouble with her now.