A commission gift purchased by a friend from a new artist she discovered-  titrarnium They really did a GREAT goddamn job on this image.

Masque sat next to her little lover on the bed. It had been some time since she had left the familiar greenery of her grotto. Still, any misgivings she was having of being in the alien structures of meat-creatures and their world was pushed aside in the warmth of her little lioness. Kana bounced about from one thing to another, so eager to share her world with her lover- so eager to please. From her music collection to her favorite hatchet, her youthful exuberance was a joy to the plant-woman's eyes.

She had only recently claimed a fresh victim, after all. Under the leather of her coat her brambled vines coiled through the flesh of the captive body she used as framework, enjoying the warm meal while taking in the simple pleasures a victim's body entailed. Breathing was a bit of a pain in the ass but laughing was nice. It was nice to have eyes again, among certain other parts...

Those eyes- and other parts- took in the sight of her tiny lover bouncing about, awkwardly offering food and drink, taking a hit off a joint, cranking up her stereo and tearing into a flailing madness that might pass as a war dance in certain barbarian cultures. Finally, drawing short of breath, the little lioness plopped onto her bed, smiling playfully.

The sapphire waves of her mane seemed to shimmer under the neon lights of the tiny apartment. Her chest heaved, catching her breath in a way that gave Masque to speculation. Kana brushed the tresses of blue from her face to look up to the towering plant woman with her beautiful crystalline eyes. They smiled so excitedly, those eyes...

"So what are your plans for the evening, my love?"

Masque slowly lowered herself to sit beside the much smaller woman. The leather of her coat creaked and softly squealed as she drew her arms around the little lioness, pulling her into a hug. She felt so good in her arms. Kana gasped in surprise and gave up a warm giggle, drawing into the security of her lover's unnaturally strong embrace. Her smile became knowing as from within the sleeves of that leather jacket, the vines of her lover's body began to coil and stretch, gliding across the surface of her body in exploration. The snaking coils gave her to purring, her fangs biting into her lips in anticipation.

Although the cracked ivory of her theater mask false-face gave no change in it's expression, the low tone of her voice came across in all the menace and malevolent intent her lusts entailed. When she spoke, the tone was as the edge of a bee's sting, dripping in as much honey as venom.

"You..."



Thank you  titrarnium Thank you, my little  KanaTheLioness and Thank you, Matron.