Nathaniel writhes and cries out, his feet braced against the bed and his toes curling in the sheets. It's so much. What is done is simple, but it's intense and unrelenting. One bright sensation that makes his nerves scream and his throat works to voice everything at once.

The leopard is vocal, he squirms as he cries out, and each time Asher kisses him, he tastes a little more blood between their lips. The volume of his moans and yowls increase, and there is more of a growl to them as his limbs twitch and pleasure pools heavy in his groin. Even as the cat inside him makes itself well known in scratches and mewls, Nathaniel keeps control, his body kept in check, though just barely.