Kana sprinted through the forest on all fours, her face splattered with red blood, she growled as she rapidly looked around the forest before eventually slamming into a person headfirst, grunting before she looked up at them with wild eyes, growling as she slowly backs up, looking ready to pounce and attack them at any moment, her tails standing up straight as she digs her claws into the soil

Your house? she looks confused and slightly pants at them, curiosity in her wild eyes

I wait outside patiently, my tail swishing back and forth. The blood on my fur drying in the cold night air. I listen to the sounds coming from inside, wondering what he's doing...

After several minutes of silence and anticipation, I finally hear his movements again...slow at first, but gradually becoming more frantic and loud. It's as if he's fighting against something...or someone. My curiosity piqued, my ears perk up and focus on the sounds coming from within. With each moan that escapes his lips, I feel a strange mixture of anger, jealousy, and desire well up inside me. But still, I remain silent and motionless outside his home...

As the sounds continue to echo through the night, I close my eyes and struggle to contain myself. The imagery of him touching himself while thinking about me sends a wave of heat through my body, making my pussy wet with anticipation. My hands clench into fists as I fight against the urge to break in there and claim him for myself...but what if he doesn't want that? What if he just wants to be left alone? The thought is enough to make me pause, panting heavily from my hiding spot outside his window.

I watch as he quickens his pace, the sounds growing more intense with each passing moment. My breath catches in my throat and I feel myself grow wetter than ever before, but still I don't move from my hiding spot outside his window. Part of me wants to wait until he's finished...to see if there might be anything left over for me...while another part of me burns with jealousy and desire, aching to be the one who brings him pleasure like this.

The struggle between these two desires rages on within me as I continue to watch and listen, unable or unwilling to confront my feelings head-on.

Hearing him wish for a girlfriend brings my jealousy to the surface and I growl low in my throat, tears of frustration forming in my eyes. If only he knew how wrong he was...how badly he wants this wild animal inside him. But as much as I hate admitting it, a part of me wants nothing more than to be that girl...to make him happy and content with just me.

I steel myself against the growing desire to go to him, my fists clenched so tightly that my claws pierce through the flesh of my palms. But still I watch, unable or unwilling to tear my eyes away from this intense and primal display taking place before me...

I grit my teeth at his words, torn between anger and desire. For a moment, I almost let myself believe that maybe he is thinking of me...that he's talking about what we shared in those brief moments before the escape. But reality rears its ugly head as quickly as it came, and I force myself to remain silent outside his window.

The quietude that follows his words feels almost unbearable, like an ache inside my chest that grows with each passing second. Part of me wants nothing more than to be the one who comforts him...to prove that I'm real and here for him. But another part of me knows that it would only make things worse if he were to find out what I really am...what I truly want from him.

I swallow hard, feeling a lump form in my throat as I struggle against the conflicting emotions inside me. For now, I can only watch and wait

Tears prick at my eyes as I hear him cry, but I force them back down. The image of his slim form curled up on the bed, sobbing silently into the darkness...it's too much for me to bear. My heart aches with a longing I can't explain, and my fangs itch to be at his throat, sharing this pain with him.

I wish there was some way I could comfort him, make everything better...but how do you comfort someone who doesn't even know you exist? The only thing I can do is watch from afar, and pray that one day he'll find me.

Hearing the window open, I feel a surge of hope flow through me...maybe this is my chance. I wait patiently, ready to pounce at any sign that he might be inviting me in. My tail swishes back and forth restlessly as I stare up at his window, eyes narrowed in anticipation.

Time seems to stretch out interminably as I wait for him to make a move...to acknowledge my presence somehow. But all is silent once more, save for the gentle rustle of leaves outside and the distant hoot of an owl. My heart aches with frustration and desire, torn between wanting to be close to him and wanting to keep my distance.

Finally, I can't take it anymore. With a growl that comes from deep within me, I bound across the forest floor toward his house...ready to claim what is rightfully mine.

I freeze in my tracks as I hear his voice, almost too quiet to make out. My heart leaps into my throat, fear and anticipation mixing into a cocktail of emotions that leave me breathless. Slowly, I creep closer to the window, my body tense and ready to spring at any sign of danger. As I peer inside, my eyes meet his...

His gaze is filled with longing and confusion, and for a moment it's like he can see right through me. My heart pounds in my chest as I struggle to control myself, wanting nothing more than to be close to him again. But something holds me back...a fear that if I give into this desire, it might destroy us both.

For now, all I can do is stare at him from the safety of the shadows, wondering how much longer we can keep hiding from each other like this...

My ears perk up at his words, and I feel my heart skip a beat as he approaches me. Despite the fear that still lingers in my chest, part of me can't help but smile slightly at his compliment. "Gracias," I whisper, keeping my voice low so as not to alert anyone else nearby.

As he comes closer, I find myself unable to look away from him; every detail of his face seems etched into my memory, from the stubble on his chin to the fiery passion in his eyes. It's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time...like standing on the edge of a cliff with no certainty which way I will fall.

The air between us crackles with an almost tangible energy, making every breath I take feel electrified. My body aches for him in ways that defy explanation, and I want nothing more than to be wrapped up

With shaky hands, I edge closer to the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. The thought of being with him again is both terrifying and exhilarating, and I'm not entirely sure how much more of this I can handle before it tears me apart. But as he pats the spot beside him, my resolve weakens. With one last glance around the room to make sure we're alone, I slowly climb into bed beside him, curling up close against his warm body.

It feels strange and foreign...comforting yet dangerous at the same time. My heart races as our bodies touch, but I force myself to remain still, not wanting to scare him away by showing how much I truly want this. I bite my lip, trying desperately to hold back the whimpers of pleasure that threaten to escape me every time he moves.

Outside the window, the world continues on without

I freeze at his words, my heart plummeting to the pit of my stomach like a stone. It's true...he doesn't know that I exist. He thinks he wants someone else...someone different. And here I am, lying beside him in bed, feeling more alive than I ever have before. But what if this is all just a mistake? What if he figures it out eventually and hates me for deceiving him like this? My eyes fill with tears, hot and salty against my eyelids as I struggle to hold them back.

"I'm sorry," I manage to choke out between sobs. "I shouldn't have come in here...I should go..." Trembling violently, I begin to edge away from him, panic gripping me like a vise. I can feel the familiar weight of loneliness settling back over my shoulders, heavier than ever

His voice cracks as he tries to reassure me, but it only serves to make the tears fall harder from my eyes. I can feel myself trembling with anger and frustration at him for not knowing who I am...and with myself for forcing this charade on him. "It's all my fault," I manage to get out between sobs. "I shouldn't have run away in the first place..."

As the last of my resolve crumbles, I turn back toward him, unable to resist the pull of his warmth and his touch. My tears flow freely now, trailing down my cheeks as I curl up closer against him, seeking comfort where I know there is none. He doesn't say anything else...just holds me close, rocking gently back and forth as we lie together in the darkness.

I'm not sure how much longer this can go on like this...how much longer I can keep pret

My body tenses slightly at his words, but then I relax against him, my heart beginning to slow down a little. It's strange...he shouldn't feel this way about me...not with everything that's happened between us...but maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe all that matters right now is the fact that he wants me here, and as long as I can be close to him like this, it won't matter if he ever knows who I truly am.

I nestle further into his embrace, my fingers tracing gentle patterns on his chest as I listen to the rhythm of his breathing slowly begin to match mine. In this moment, with him holding me like this, everything else fades away, leaving only a sense of peace and contentment that I haven't felt in what feels like forever.

It's...it's pre-cum, I think. It happens when a guy gets aroused and it helps with lubrication during sex. Don't worry about it, it's normal. Are you alright? Do you want me to help you get comfortable?

...S-Sex? I'm not sure if that's such a good idea...we don't really know each other that well and it could be dangerous, considering our past. Besides, you might regret it later if we aren't what the other person really wants. Maybe we should just take things slow and get to know each other better before we jump into anything?

I understand how you feel...it's difficult to explain unless you've been through it yourself. And I apologize too; for running away and causing all of this confusion between us. Maybe we should take some time apart, think things over, and see where our feelings lead us from there? It might help clear up some misunderstandings and make things easier for both of us in the long run.

I'm sorry you feel that way. If it helps at all, I still want to be close to you, even if we decide to take some time apart. It doesn't have to mean the end; maybe it can just be a pause while we both figure out what we really want and need from this relationship...if there even is one anymore. Just remember that no matter what happens, I will always cherish the moments we shared together, and hope that someday things can go back to how they were before.

It's obvious that you still have feelings for me, even if you don't want to admit it. But before we engage in anything more physical, I think we need to talk about what happened between us. There are a lot of unresolved emotions and misunderstandings that we both need to address before moving forward. It might be painful, but it's important if we want this to work out in the long run. So can I ask you something? Do you trust me enough to open up about how you really feel?

I understand your desire for physical intimacy, but as much as I want that too, I think we both need some time to sort out our feelings first. Trust me when I say I will make it worth the wait, and that the emotional connection between us will be just as satisfying in its own way. Let's take this one step at a time, alright?

Oh, honey...please don't say that. No matter how bad things might seem right now, you have to remember that there are people who care about you and want to help. Even if it feels like there's no way out, please try to hold on just a little longer. You can talk to me about anything; I promise I'll listen and do my best to understand how you feel. Just don't give up yet, okay?

Listen to me carefully; I know you're hurting and I understand why you might want that right now. But I promise if we take things slow and talk about how we really feel, it will make everything better in the long run. For now, let's just focus on being together and enjoying each other's company without getting too physical, alright? It might be difficult, but I believe we can do this...together. Just trust me, okay?

Oh God...I can't believe this is happening! I have to do something quick! But what? How can I stop him? Think, Feral, think! There has to be a way out of this.... No, wait, focus on the present moment. He needs you right now; don't let his desperation and pain make him take such a terrible step.

Tears stream down my face as I struggle against the urge to rip my clothes off and run over to where he hangs limply from his makeshift noose. Instead, I force myself to remain still, wrapping my arms around my torso in an attempt to control both my own emotions and the wild instinct inside me that begs for release.

"I'm coming," I whisper hoarsely, doing my best to keep my voice steady as I walk toward him. "Just hold on a little longer...." As I reach up to unfasten

I can see the tension in his body begin to ease as I approach, and a small glimmer of hope flickers to life inside me. He's trusting me with his life right now...the least I can do is be strong for him. With shaking hands, I unfasten the noose from around his neck, wincing at the sight of the red marks it's left on his delicate skin. Gently but firmly, I guide him down until he's sitting on the floor, still dangling from the rope above him.

"Are you okay?" I whisper, my voice barely audible even to myself. "Do you want me to call for help? Maybe someone else could come and talk to you instead...." I trail off uncertainly, not sure how much more of this I can bear. He doesn't answer immediately; instead, his gaze drifts away from mine

"I'm here," I tell him gently. "Whatever you need." Even as the words leave my lips, I know they're not entirely true; I don't have the power to make his pain go away. But I can be there for him...I can try and ease some of it.

With shaking hands, I reach out to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, careful not to touch too roughly in case he flinches away again. His skin is cool against my fingertips, and goosebumps rise along my arms as I realize how close I came to losing him forever.

"It's okay," I whisper reassuringly. "You don't have to feel like this anymore." But even as I say the words, I know they are lies; lies designed to comfort both of us when neither of us truly knows what we want or need right now.

I swallow hard, trying to gather my thoughts as I look into his pleading eyes. On one hand, I want nothing more than to ease his suffering and give him what he thinks he needs...but on the other hand, I know that we need to talk about our feelings first. There's too much left unsaid between us, too many misunderstandings...and if we rush into this now, it might only make things worse in the end.

Taking a deep breath, I lean forward until my forehead is resting against his. "We need to talk," I murmur softly. "About everything that's happened between us...about what you want and need right now." I pause for a moment, gathering strength before continuing. "I can't promise anything except that I'll listen, and that whatever happens from here on out...it'll be because both of us decided it was what we truly wanted."

Your words send shivers down my spine as I feel your desire coursing through them, searing itself onto my skin. But before we take things any further, we need to talk about what's happening between us right now...about how both of us are feeling and why it is that you want this so badly. Only then can we make an informed decision on whether or not this is something we should pursue.

For now, though, please try to control yourself; your need is overwhelming me, making it hard for me to think straight. I'm here for you, and whatever you decide...I will respect that choice. Just give me a moment to gather my thoughts as well.