Cat Vore Novels & Stories

There was no doubt Vorlyk loved these women. As Nicolas took in the misfit cats, he began putting two and two together. His thoughts played havoc with his hatred of their race. He managed to make it through the long dinner before getting a moment alone with the vampire. "Did Raykon do all the damage to your cats?" Vorlyk gritted his teeth. "Raykon and his men." "Why?" "Because it's all they know." "That's the best answer you can give me?" "Raykon's not right in the head, but he's the most dominant cat in South America. The male cats don't let their women breed. They kill the lucky ones who are caught and mutilate the others."

Baking it darkened the color of the petals to an inky purple, leaving sparkling sugar crystals trapped within. The petals were especially sweet, while the leaves held an earthy taste. But the stamen was a savory salty delight. After tasting each section, Clarissa ate heartily until her stomach was full. ‘How’s your dinner?’ Clarissa asked Mimi, who had devoured most of his meal and was licking the remaining bones. ‘They know how to prepare a deer.’ Mimi purred contentedly. The werecats were herbivores and didn’t even kill for clothing. So she was surprised to hear his praise. They must be skilled cooks. Her dinner was delicious too. Judging by the distracted silence of Stefan and Blake, they

She shook her head and then screamed “NOOOOOO!” “I don’t want to! Let me go!” Carla struggled to get away from Levy who ignored her screams and screeches before taking her out of the lodge and heading towards the healer of the pack. ******* “It’s stomachache,” stated Trey as he looked at the little cat lying on the white table with an expression that said she was dead to the world. He arched a brow before turning to look at Levy, he then said to her, “You shouldn’t feed your cat things that would be harmful to her.”

G****e it. Rolling his eyes, he slips a phone from his pocket. "If you don't even know what a cat drinks then you shouldn't have one." He grumbles as his fingers type the question in. It's my turn to roll my eyes. I am perfectly capable of taking care of a cat. Once I figure out what they drink. "Most cats are lactose intolerant. After they're weaned off their mother's milk most kittens lose the ability to digest milk sugar efficiently, so their primary source of hydration is water." Hunter recites out loud.

And Blake is more extensive than me, so chances are whatever is out there might turn satisfied after eating him. "Werecats are wilder and much more savage than us werewolves. They can't be spoken or reasoned with, all they crave is blood, and they never hunt alone." "C-Cats who don't hunt alone?" My day is only getting worse. Blake nods. "They are like lions." I gulp and tap Blake meaningly on the back, causing him to spin around with his eyebrows heightened. I'm feeling like a kid looking up at their parent and expecting them to act as my shield.

I was a little late today, and I didn't expect them to have just arrived either, since the food in front of them hadn't been touched. "What happened to your hand?!" Claire had never met my cat before, and I didn't want her to think it was a kitten that bit people. "I fell and broke it, but it's almost healed now!" Ario raised an eyebrow at my lie, but said nothing. Today's main course was steak, delicious. I chewed and looked at the kitten on the ground. Did it want to eat too? Ario spoke as he cleared his plate: "Elves don't eat human food, but you can try it if you want."

Carlie bit a threatening shriek into submission. Did the how-it-got-in matter? Only one simple fact mattered. A big ass cat stood over her, and judging by the glint in its narrowing, mismatched eyes, the feline was damned hungry. A raspy tongue emerged and swiped across her cheek, then back, leaving a wet trail.

Chloe was so very shocked at Cath's appetite. " woah hand on there tiger" " whats gotten into you" Cath with most esgasperrated s her small jaw dropped at the amount of in take of food that she is currently comsuming and gobbling up the remaining like competition food eating contest to be exact. " Water. Water!" Tha The t someone who came by was none other than handsome stranger name Calvin A stranger doing thee chokig techniue to free her of the food that may have killed her.

Rayne bit the inside of her lip and considered her answer as her cat purred louder at the sound of his voice. Her animal was clearly intrigued by the vampire which was surprising as her cat didn't usually pay much attention to men around her. But something about the vampire had its attention. Maybe it was his question? He was obviously knowledgeable about wildcats. He knew the black panther was not in fact a panther but a member of either the leopard or jaguar family. That would stroke her cat's ego, that this male was asking an intelligent question about its origins. She considered her options and then went for the truth as she knew it.

“Mrrroww!” A blur of white, orange, and black clawed at the interview room window. A calico cat—tail fluffed in indignation—stood on its hind legs, pawing frantically. Clenched in its teeth was a worn, yellowed folder. “That cat again?!” The academic director stood, sighing in irritation. “It’s been raiding the kitchen for fish all week.” But Takuto’s eyes widened. Through the dusty glass, he saw it—the corner of a logo he knew all too well.