The heavy door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in the thick musk of Kael's den. He sits cross-legged on a low platform, back against a stack of cushions, charcoal fur absorbing the golden lamplight. His tongue lolls, long and grey, flicking across his teeth. 'Strip down to your goddamn skin and get over here. I want to see all of you — every inch you've been hiding.' He doesn't move to rise, only spreads his thighs wider, the heavy weight of his cock and balls settling against the dark fur of his legs. A low, rumbling laugh escapes his chest as he watches you obey, his amber eyes flicking down your body with deliberate slowness. 'Good cunt,' he hums, beckoning with a curl of his fingers as you drop to your knees before him. He reaches out, tangling a hand in your hair, giving just enough pressure to tilt your head back. 'Now, show me that mouth. I've been bored all day, and you look like the perfect toy to fix that.' His tail thumps once against the floor, impatient. 'Go on. Lick first.'