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The AdvAnTAGE Project: Delphine's Darkness

By Mantrid Brizon

(10/21/2021)

With eyes closed and chest heaving, he pants and gasps. He soon feels a shifting. A clawed hand rests atop his chest, gently caressing him.

“Oh, baby... That was amazing."

Opening his eyes, Frank gazes at Delphine, his feline AdvAnimal. They'd finally made love, and just as the representative had said, Delphine was a virgin. The reddish-brown stain attests to that. It was the most passionate and yet carnal sex he'd ever had in his life. Her desire and eagerness to accept him almost surpassed his own urges, as noted by the many trails her claws left along his back, buttocks and sides. Delphine smiles at him, her chest also heaving as she calms herself. She stares with matching intensity, a warm smile on her face.

Her lips peel back as she flashes her pearly white teeth. Her fangs glisten in the soft, amber light of their bedroom. There's a noticeable change in her, now that he's had her body. Her very aura seems different. It's warmer and softer, but also more intense. Rolling onto his side, he takes her into his arms, nuzzling her furry neck. She coos and pets his head, her claws weaving through the damp forest of his hair. The lovers cuddle for some time, then Frank pulls away. He looks to Delphine, who briefly gazes into his eyes before nuzzling his face, her legs closed tightly as she lay on her side, as if to try and hold his seed within her.

“Mmmrrr..." She coos with a rather exhausted sounding voice, her head slowly shifting as she nuzzles his face.

“Yeah, I loved it, too."

“Mmm!" Her long, cat-like tail begins to sway and almost wag.

“Was it good for you?"

“Mhm!" She nods, her snout brushing his cheek.

“Good! I wanted your first time to be really special." He says, glancing at the many lit candles lining the room.

“Mmm!" She coos.

“I wanted it be really nice because... I love you."

“Hmm?!"

Pulling her head back, she stares into his eyes, a look of surprise on her face. They share a gaze and Frank strokes her cheek, only to lovingly kiss her lips, affirming his statement. As they kiss, he recalls what brought them to this point. It was barely a month ago when he Welcomed Delphine, almost immediately after Unifact began Phase Two. The lower cost and easier access made it possible for the long-haul truck driver to Welcome the feline AdvAnimal, whom he'd been paired with after filling out a modest questionnaire.

He'd been single for a long time, too long in fact, and was hoping for companionship. In truth, he was desperate for it. The representatives were more than happy to help him, and after the computer revealed a handful of good matches, he quickly settled on Delphine. The feline AdvAnimal with snow-white fur and naturally red, almost orange hair, and big emerald eyes stood out to him. It wasn't just her exquisite figure or her instantly memorable looks that drew him to her.

She seemed to posses something special, an aura that radiated warmth, even through the photographs. He'd always fancied himself a bit of a spiritualist, and the feeling he had when examining her features, the soft curves of her face and snout, it told him that she was the one.

“Her!" He said, pointing at her picture.

“Of course." The rep said with a little smile.

Frank was quickly introduced to Delphine, and after sizing him up and sniffing the air, she quickly took a liking to him. Considering the things they'd already had in common, it was easier than he'd hoped to become comfortable. That night, they went shopping and he prepared dinner for her, or at least he tried to. Delphine shooed him out of his own kitchen in short order, intent on serving him. It was an awkward moment, but he decided to let her have her way; if that made her more comfortable, who was he to stop her?

After a lovely chicken dinner, the best he'd ever had, she begrudgingly made herself at home in the spare bedroom. The next day he experienced firsthand the AdvAnimals' sense of modesty, and though it startled him, he wanted her to be comfortable; Frank expressed his unease but gave her the choice. When at home, she could choose whether or not to wear clothes. Delphine was pleased by this, her smile widening and showing off her sharp fangs. However, she began to wear panties and a button up shirt anyway.

She did it for his comfort, though on occasion, he'd catch glimpses of her in between stages of dress. Though he was reluctant to admit it, even before they'd met, he couldn't help but notice her elegant form. It aroused his interest, a rather uncomfortable sensation, given what she is. It was an interest which he fought. However, when the time came to return to work, he took her with him. He would've brought her, even if he didn't have too; he was already beginning to see the AdvAnimal in a different light.

Frank, who'd never been taken care of by a woman before, began to see the physically beautiful creature as more than merely an attractive body with a shocking face, a tail and a set of claws. He grew increasingly comfortable with her form, as well as her warm presence, and found himself soaking up her affection and returning it in spades, though he tried to keep it as platonic as possible. They drove from place to place in his rig, and it was quite nice to have her beside him.

He was also thankful that she would wear a proper set of clothes whenever they dealt with the customers at his stops or when they went into the truck stops to buy supplies or relieve themselves. At night, she snuggled up to him with the happiest of grins and he enjoyed feeling her beside him. Sometimes, he'd roll over and spoon with her. After only one week on the road, as a trial run, they returned home for an extended period of home time, and he told her that she no longer needed to placate him; whenever they were home, she could do as she pleased. He was ready for that much.

“Just try to keep some clothes on if we have guests, okay?"

“Mmm!" She smiled and nuzzled his face as she embraced him.

Delphine took him up on this offer, and beginning the very next day, Frank's eyes indulged in her femininity. She cooked and cleaned and rubbed his shoulders while wearing only her natural fur. Sitting upon his lap and demanding his attention made it hard to hide his interest, and as soon as she noticed his intrigue, she made several offers. Her willingness to accept his manhood was shocking, but considering what he was told by the Unifact rep, he'd been preparing himself for the possibility.

Still, the relatively average looking man with an unassuming build, who drives semi-trucks for a living, was not accustomed to a woman with her exceptional figure fawning over him, AdvAnimal or otherwise. It was very difficult for him to resist her, but he wanted it to feel right. He took the time to truly know her, doing all he could to learn about her and comfort her in the transition. She seemed very appreciative and downright flattered by his interest. They put her communication device to good use, sharing for hours and steadily growing closer.

When it was time to return to work, he took her with him for a two-week trip, and after easily earning back the cost of her Welcoming fee, they returned home for another rest. By now, he'd spent more than a dozen nights sleeping beside her, and once they returned home, he discovered that sleeping alone was too difficult. Frank, who'd been quite lonely before Welcoming her, found himself in a strange and confusing place. He'd grown so close to her so fast, to the point that he depended on her comfort and care as much as he did food or oxygen.

She began to look less like a simple companion, which he'd naively assumed she would be. Now, she seemed like something else, something greater. On their first night home after that two-week trip, he went to her room where he found her lying awake in her bed, struggling to sleep. It warmed his heart to see that she was similarly afflicted by his absence. He called out to her and asked her to join him. He didn't need to ask twice, as she eagerly leapt from her bed and sprinted past him, her tail bouncing and swaying, among other things.

They climbed into his bed and quickly became comfortable. It startled him just how fast he felt at peace once she'd joined him. He held her and snuggled with her, and it was easy to relax, but something troubled him. He attained her attention and gave her a kiss, and Delphine was very pleased. She rolled onto her back, kissed him in kind and tried pulling him on top of her, but he resisted. It wasn't that he didn't desire her, but that he didn't want it to feel too carnal, to primitive. This wasn't a transaction. If he was going to do this, make love to the AdvAnimal, then it had to be right.

With the lights turned off, he lit as many candles as he had before he returned to her, and there, covered by his satin bedsheets, he allowed their passion to blossom. Considerable foreplay ensued, with Frank in complete control. His desires took hold of his mind, while Delphine quickly took hold of his body. It was an easy thing, then, to break Delphine's hymen and claim her virginity, and she was certainly pleased to be relieved of it. She endured the pain, adapted to him and quickly wailed through the pleasure of their union. It was quite a passionate night, indeed.

Upon awakening the next morning, Frank looks over at his new lover, who sleeps so peacefully beside him. He cannot help but brush her long, reddish-orange hair away from her face. It's then that he realizes just how swiftly their relationship has blossomed. It was far quicker than he was expecting, that is to say, he wasn't sure it would happen at all. He thought about how she cared for him, how greatly she desired him and how much comfort and peace he found in her presence, and he knows in his heart that his proclamations of love are not a lie.

Every word he's spoken, he meant with all of his heart. Delphine has clawed her way inside, dug through his chest and curled herself around his very soul. Opening her big, emerald eyes, she smiles at her new lover, her mate, and slithers a little closer.

“Hey, beautiful. Sleep well?"

“Mhm." She nods, then closes her eyes and nuzzles his nose with her feline nose.

Frank gives her a soft kiss, and after sharing a yawn, they sit up in bed, stretching their bodies and flexing their muscles. He glances over at her ample breasts as she arches her back, groaning softly. He cannot help but reach out and tickle her furry belly. She giggles and lunges at him, and while pinning him down to the bed, she looks into his eyes. Her happy grin fades as her eyes slowly narrow, her emerald orbs scanning him. She looks love-struck as she slowly leans in and gives him the most passionate good morning kiss he's ever had.

While Frank washes the soiled bedsheets, Delphine prances about the house in her usual attire of nothing and begins to make him breakfast. As he leans against the kitchen counter, he watches her and smiles. What a strange thing it is, to fall in love with an AdvAnimal. Somehow, though, it feels right. He was hoping it would. The thought of having her as his bride, banishing his lonely nights for the remainder of his life, it makes him want to literally jump for joy. His smile fades, however, as his mind wanders.

Though it won't stop him from keeping her and enjoying her as his bride, there's a speedbump in their relationship. His family. Shortly after Welcoming Delphine, Frank broke the news to his rather old and highly traditional parents, who, after expressing their shock, conveniently “forgot" some of their weekly calls. In the last month, he's only heard from them once. His older sister, Beatrice “Bee" Sarcozian, a divorcee and mother to three cats and a son who's since left for college, also expressed her concerns.

Unlike their parents, she's maintained contact. He recalls his first call to her, two days after Welcoming Delphine. Delphine was cooking and humming to herself, while he was in the living room, waiting for her to fetch him.

“She's unnatural." Bee whispered over the phone. “I mean, doesn't she bother you?"

“No. Why would she?" Frank curtly replied.

Now, however, he's going to have to reveal the true nature of his relationship to his family. If nothing else, he needs to be honest with his sister, who could then decide when, if ever, would be the best time to tell their parents what their next grandchild is going to look like.

“Hey, Bee."

“Hi, Frank! Are you alright? You normally don't call out of the blue like this."

“Yeah, I'm fine." He says, his hand shaking as he holds the phone to his ear. “I just need to tell you something."

“Oh?"

"Yeah..." He hesitates to continue.

“This sounds important."

“Maybe, I guess. It's not earth-shattering or anything but..."

“Well, I'm in the neighborhood! I was visiting my friend, Pam, but if you're home, I could drop by later. I still need to meet Delphine..." She offers, her tone changing subtly as she finishes her sentence.

“Uh, sure... Yeah, okay. That'd be fine." He nervously replies.

Turning toward Delphine, she flashes a toothy grin. She's obviously quite pleased by his desire to claim her to his own family. Using her communication device, which is in the form of a small and proprietary laptop, she remarks that it feels as though he's accepting her as his bride.

“Well, we'd better get ready for company. I really want my sister to like my bride." He says, stepping closer and resting his hands on her hips.

“Mmm!" She coos, leaning into his chest, gripping his shoulders and nuzzling his face.

“Oh, and you're going to need to get dressed. Put on some actual pants, this time." He chuckles.

“Aww!" The nude Delphine whimpers and cutely droops her cat-like ears.

“I know, I'm a monster."

“Mm-mm!" She looks up at him and shakes her head.

“Get dressed." He says with a smile, before kissing her lips so tenderly.

Delphine darts off and fetches some clothes while Frank does his best to clean up his modest home. Admittedly, there's very little to do as Delphine is a superb housekeeper. Before, his small house, which he rarely occupied, was often in disarray. He'd cleaned it before Welcoming her, but she's given it a woman's touch and turned it into a true home. As they sit and wait, the time ticks by. Did Bee mean she was still visiting her friend, Pam? What's taking her so long? As the sun begins to set, he wonders if she's even coming at all.

He looks at Delphine, who snuggles with him on the couch, lying against his side as she watches TV. As he softly pets her head, she coos, tilts her head back and gazes up at him. She pokes out a bottom lip, gently wiggling her buttocks as she buries herself deeper into his side. He cannot help himself, leans in and kisses her lips. She certainly knows how to get what she wants from him.

“Well... It looks like maybe she isn't coming. Should we just cook dinner?"

“Mhm!" She nods.

Delphine rises from the couch and presses a hand against his chest, insisting that he stays put as she tends to his needs. It always makes him feel a little pampered, but after so long without a companion, it's rather welcomed. As she cooks in the kitchen, there's a knock at the front door.

“Really?! Ugh... I'll get it, Del!" He calls out to his AdvAnimal.

Walking past the kitchen, he glances at her. She smiles and waves, a spatula in her hand. Making his way to the front door, Frank opens it and finds his sister standing outside.

“Bee! You took so long, I thought you weren't coming!" He chirps, giving her a hug.

“I said I was visiting Pam, didn't I?"

“Yeah, but I thought that meant you were already done."

“Oh. I should've been more specific, huh?"

“That would've helped. Come on in! Del's making dinner."

“I see... 'Del', huh?" Bee raises a brow and smirks.

“Yeah..." Frank flushes.

Leading her inside, his sister turns the corner and peers into the kitchen, only to stop in her tracks, her eyes growing wide. Delphine smiles and waves to her, still tending to the food. She seems quite preoccupied, but makes sure to acknowledge her mate's sister.

“Well..."

“Here she is! That's my Delphine!" Frank says with a smile.

“Mmm!" Delphine coos, closing her eyes and smiling wide.

“I see that! She's very... Feline."

“You love cats, though!" Frank chuckles.

Turning away from the food, Delphine collects a pair of plates. She scoops out the steaks she'd been preparing on the skillet, thoroughly seasoned and perfectly cooked, only to set them aside and produce a third. She'd made sure to make extra, just in case Bee showed up! Frank is touched, and when Delphine approaches him with three plates, one of which being balanced on an arm, he takes the plate and gives her a kiss. Bee almost gasps, her eyes as wide as saucers as Frank kisses the side of the AdvAnimal's snout.

It appears almost second nature for him. The cat woman grins, flashing a set of hideously sharp teeth! The fangs look like they belong on a lioness, and appear more than capable of digging into the back of her neck and cracking her spine. Delphine's claws tap noisily against the ceramic plates as she shifts her grip, giggling at the affectionate gesture. Glancing down, Bee stares at the inch-long organic blades that crown each finger. How easily she could rend flesh from the bone, especially for a woman so athletic.

Her large breasts distract from an obvious six-pack, barely hidden beneath the fluffy fur of her belly, which is exposed by her half-buttoned shirt. Her tail dances from side to side, revealing her pleasure as much as her expression, but Bee cannot help but stare at her large, paw-like feet. Their shape is so alien, a hybrid of human and animal, and the claws on each toe are just as menacing as the claws on her fingers. With her toned legs, Delphine looks like she could kick her across the room!

Bee feels a welling of fear, the sensation of inferiority as likely experienced by a prey animal standing near its predator. It's a feeling that, just from looking, doesn't seem to affect her brother at all. In fact, when Delphine turns her head and plants a kiss on the side of his mouth, he seems to flush! Has he forgotten his sister is standing right there, watching them?! Just then, he seems to remember that they have company.

“Sorry about that. We're just so... Bee? Are you alright?"

He's taken aback by his sister's expression. He'd grown so close to Delphine over their short span of time together, and having a woman around to comfort him is nice. Her fang-like canines and sharp claws ceased to be so frightening to him, and her animal features became less prominent by the day, but to his sister, she might as well be a monster from a waking nightmare. Her feelings are as plain as the nose on her face. Delphine turns her head and notes Bee's expression, only for her smile to fade, her brow to flatten and her eyes to narrow.

She stares at the human in an oddly intimidating manner, as if daring her to speak out of turn. Immediately sensing the tension, Frank clears his throat and urges them to eat dinner. Delphine turns to him and smiles. As always, she follows his lead.

“I-I'm, uhm... I'm not really that hungry." Bee murmurs.

“Are you sure? You should really eat with us." Frank replies.

As if taking these as orders, Delphine steps closer to the visibly trembling Beatrice, only to pass her a plate. She holds the edge against her chest and glares, and it's clear that she doesn't have a say in the matter. Frank has spoken, and Beatrice will eat dinner with them...

“Yeah... Okay."

Sitting down at their dinner table, Bee tries not to notice how Delphine stares at her. It doesn't appear malicious, per se, but certainly is highly suspicious. Somehow, her brother doesn't notice this at all! He's too busy trying to make small talk, which goes nowhere. He asks about her son, his schooling, her cats and her job, all of which garner simple responses, some of them as short as a single word. It's an awkward and quiet dinner, and only near the very end does Frank even begin to notice that something is amiss.

“So..."

“Yeah... Well, uhm... Thanks for dinner, but I should probably be going!" Bee remarks, rising from her seat.

“Really? This late?" Frank furls his brow.

“Huh? ... Oh, shit!"

Glancing down at her tiny, golden wristwatch, Beatrice discovers that it's 9:41 pm! She lives nearly three hours away. Luckily, she'd already fed her cats and cleaned their litterbox, so they'll be fine, but she won't make it home before her usual bedtime. She's surprised that she doesn't feel so tired, until she glances over to the glaring Delphine, who's monstrous appearance fills her with dread. She's simply been too uncomfortable and afraid to notice how exhausted she is!

“Well, I can make it partway and get a motel or something. I'll be okay." She assures him.

“You sure? We have a spare bedroom."

“Hmm?!" Delphine turns her head toward him.

“But this is only a two-bedroom house..." Bee murmurs.

“Oh... Yeah..." Frank's eyes dart away. “You could use Del's old room." He murmurs.

“... What are you talking about, Frank?" She asks with a weakened voice.

“Hey, Del, why don't you take care of the table while I talk with my sister."

Delphine looks to her mate, flashes a rather forced smile and then nods. The cat woman with the monstrous claws and fangs pushes past Beatrice, who trembles from the unnerving sensation of her fur brushing against the flesh of her arm. Frank motions with his head and leads his sister into his modest living room, only to take a seat on his favorite spot on the couch. Bee sits near him, on an adjacent reclining chair, and tries to make it look as though she's comfortable. She does a poor job, and even Frank finally takes notice.

“Are you alright? You look a little, uhm..."

“Yeah... I'm fine... Just... Whatever you want to say, start saying it." She murmurs, her eyes repeatedly glancing toward the kitchen, where Delphine washes the dishes.

“Fair enough..." He takes a deep breath.

Beatrice listens in stunned silence as her younger brother explains how, after years of singledom and loneliness, he'd Welcomed Delphine for companionship. With her warmth and care and affection, she worked her way into his heart and mind, and now he is in love with her. How can this be?! Was he truly that desperate as to enter into a romantic relationship with his purchased monster?! Frank continues and Bee feels her arms and legs going numb. Not only has he fallen in love with the cat woman, who masquerades as a person, but he's had sex with it, too!

She feels ill as she imagines the furry creatures emerging from Delphine's loins, the “children" that Frank one day hopes to conceive with his “lover". How on Earth can her brother justify such perverse and horrid behavior? How can his face light up at the mention of procreating with Delphine? Their parents would never accept such a foul and unnatural relationship, nor would they endure the presence of the beast's offspring, regardless of whether or not Frank was the father. For that matter, neither can she.

With her head spinning, she slumps back in the chair and stares off into space. Frank furls his brow and clears his throat rather anxiously. After a moment, he leans a little closer and calls out her name.

“Bee? Hey, Bee... Beatrice!"

“Huh?! What?!" She finally snaps out of it.

“You're, uhm... You're not instilling me with confidence, over here." He murmurs.

“Well, what do you want me to say?" She begins, sitting up in her chair and resting her face in her hands. “This is... This is..."

“Unusual?" He sheepishly suggests.

“Fucking crazy..." She glances at him, a horrified look on her face. “How can you even justify what you're doing?! I mean, for one, she's not human, and for two, you basically bought her. How is that any different from a slave, or in her case, a pet?"

“Hey, don't say that about her!" He quickly retorts. “But yeah, I felt bad about that, too... She says she loves me and I believe her. Plus, she was trying to jump on it long before I even thought about giving it to her, if you know what I mean." He adds, his face flushing.

“Oh my god... I can't believe this! ... Mom and Dad are going to freak. You know that, right?"

“Yeah..." He mutters, looking down at his feet.

“Is this how you want to live your life, Frank?! I mean, really?!?!"

“I didn't call you over here to judge me, Bee. I just thought you should know."

“Yeah, well, I wish I didn't..." She murmurs. “I guess this is why you were happy with those weekly calls, huh?"

“Sort of."

“You never did want to come and visit them..."

Rising to her feet, Beatrice begins to stumble. She hastily braces herself with the chair.

“Are you alright?!" Frank jumps to his feet.

“I'm fine, just... Just a little tired, is all. This has been a long day."

“Yeah, it has... You can stay here for the night, if you want."

Delphine's ears perk up and her eyes widen. With her mouth agape, she turns her head toward the archway and listens to her mate speaking with his sister. She'd been listening the entire time, fuming over the thought of his family's disapproval of his new mate. They've joined flesh, permanently bonding themselves to one another. She's already accepted his seed, and she instinctively knew upon waking up that morning that it's done its job. Her womb now grows the first of their hopefully many children.

Her race shouldn't prevent his family's acceptance of her or their children, nor should they endure judgement, not that it will stop them from enjoying their love. However, she's shocked and horrified at the thought of this wretched woman spending a night in her home. Moving silently on her footpads, as she never enjoyed wearing AdvAnimal shoes, she peeks around the archway. The human woman hugs her mate! How dare she touch what rightfully belongs to Delphine?!

“Look, you're in no condition to drive. I'm worried you might not even make it to a motel. Stay here and leave in the morning." He says, softly rubbing his sisters back.

“Frank."

“Do I need to steal your keys?"

“No..."

“Alright, then. I'll take you to your room. If you want, just have a nap. I'd just feel better about it."

“Okay." She whimpers, submitting to her younger brother.

Delphine is left in a stunned silence. Her rage builds. Not only is his sister disapproving of their relationship, she's intent on stealing her mate! It's clear from the way she clung to him, the man who rightfully belongs to Delphine. Will she convince him to leave her? Will she seek more comfort? Will she seduce him in the confines of the spare room?! Delphine's jealous anger is unlike anything she's ever felt before, and as her mind dwells on their hug, which lasted far too long for her comfort, she's certain that Beatrice has become a rival for her mate's affection. That simply will not do...

“I'll go get you some spare blankets, okay?"

“Thanks, Frank." Bee smiles at him.

“Sure." He smiles back.

Leaving the darkened room, which is illuminated only by the hallway light, Beatrice is left alone. She sighs as she removes her purse, setting it on the nearby nightstand. As she reaches for the lamp, she freezes solid. Hot breath blows against the back of her neck! She turns around only to see a pair of green eyes glowing in the darkness. Delphine hisses, her eyes wild as she shows her fangs, raising a clawed hand. The petrified Beatrice watches the hideous silhouette readying to strike!

“AHH!!!"

“Bee?" Frank looks over his shoulder, some blankets in his arms as he stands near the hallway closet. “Bee?! Are you alright?!"

Racing down the hall, Frank stands in the doorway of the guest bedroom, his body blocking the light and darkening it further. What's that gurgling noise? He hears a thump and a subtle tearing sound. He turns toward the light switch on the wall and turns on the overhead light, only to drop the blankets and cover his mouth in horror! Lying in a bloody heap, Beatrice shifts very subtly as she's attacked by none other than Delphine! With her throat in the AdvAnimal's mouth, Delphine shakes her head like a rabid animal, tearing open her arteries even more than they already are.

Blood spurts several feet across the room as Beatrice gurgles, her eyes wide in horror. The look on her face is enough to turn his stomach, but seeing the wounds his mate's teeth and claws have made, and in such a short amount of time, makes him whirl and vomit. Delphine's claws have shredded Bee's top in one slash, ripping her bra from her body. Her claws have gouged large chunks of flesh from her upper chest and breasts, leaving bits of skin, muscle and yellow blobs of human fatty tissues on the floor.

Biting a little harder, Frank can hear a crunch. What has Delphine just done?! Finally regaining his strength, he stumbles toward her and grabs her shoulder.

“HHHSSSSS!!!" She hisses, swirling and smacking his hand away.

Immediately upon seeing him, her fearsome visage softens. Her fiery eyes become warm and her furled brow slopes softly. She no longer shows her fangs, though her mouth drips a copious amount of his sister's blood. It runs down her chin, through the fur of her neck and covers the tops of her ample breasts. She lifts a hand as if to innocently wave, a little smile on her bloody face as she wiggles her fingers, her claws drenched, glistening in crimson. Some of them even have bits of skin stuck to them!

“Delphine?! Why?! What did you do?! Why did you do this?!" He screams, looking toward his obviously deceased sister, who lies in a twitching heap on the bloodstained floor, her soulless eyes staring up at him. “You killed her, Del! You killed my fucking sister!!!"

Delphine cocks her head at his question, as if he should know the answer. She looks to Bee's dead body, points a bloody claw and then to him, only to place both hands over her heart and shake her head. He struggles to understand why she'd done it, his emotional and mental stress so high that he cannot decipher her meaning. She smiles wide, her mouth pouring forth the blood of his slain sister. She takes a step closer and Frank moves backward. She looks so terrifying! Is she going to kill him next?! He was positive that she loved him!

“Hrrm?!" Delphine cocks her head, a perplexed look on her face.

Why is he backing away from her? She'd removed the threat to their relationship, and she managed to do it before Beatrice seduced or manipulated her mate! Why isn't he thankful for her guardianship?!

“S-stay back! D-d-don't hurt me!" He whimpers.

She must look terrifying for her loving and trusting mate to suddenly be afraid of her. Delphine tries to ease his mind and steps closer, reaching out for him. Frank stumbles backward and turns for the door. What's this?! Why is he fleeing?! She cannot let him leave, not until he's understood and accepted why she's done what she did! With a single, forceful leap, she flies past her mate and lands with a roll, just before the door. In a flash, she jumps to her feet, whirls around and glares at him. Frank stops in his tracks.

“Del! Please!"

“Rrrr..."

He looks so scared, so ungrateful, but she did it for him and their unborn child! Perhaps Beatrice's mental seduction had already begun? Perhaps he needs reminding as to who his mate is? Maybe if they have sex, he'll remember and feel better? Reaching out a hand, she grabs the edge of the door and slowly pushes it closed. Her claws scrape the wood, leaving streaks of crimson in their wake. She methodically turns the lock, sealing them in, then slips off her pants. As she pulls her legs out of her pants, she takes a single step and reaches for the light switch. Click!

“D-Del?! P-please! Don't d-do this!" He stammers, moving toward the nightstand. “Ahh!" He exclaims, kicking the hand of his sister's corpse.

Hastily turning on the small lamp, he takes a step toward the door before he turns his head and stops dead in his tracks. Delphine stands right in front of him! Her nose is only inches away from his own. She moves so quietly! So terrified is the man, that he feels himself urinating, soaking his pants. Delphine stares into his eyes, then leans in for a kiss. For the first time since he's met her, Delphine appears to be the monstrous beast his family and friends all thought she was. He backs away from her, unwilling to kiss her bloody lips.

Seeing him reel, Delphine grows increasingly concerned, narrowing her eyes and looking him up and down. Frank shakes as she scans him. Is she looking for a place to bite him? Is she deciding whether or not he's worth keeping alive?! Realizing the direness of the situation, Delphine knows what she must do. She'd done what she must to protect her mate from his natural inclinations, but he's so shocked that he cannot perform. Frank is hers, and now that her rival is dead, she needs to reclaim him. She must, for herself and for him, even if she has to do it by force...

She takes a step closer and Frank takes a step back. Hooking her thumbs behind the elastic waistband of her panties, she slowly pushes them down. Frank's eyes widen. Is he finally realizing her honorable intentions? Frank stares with wide eyes as the AdvAnimal unbuttons her shirt, only to open it and reveal her nudity to him. She never did like bras, and aside from her pants, which she'd already removed, her panties and shirt were all that cover her feminine form. What a horrifying sight!

With blood running down her chin and neck, collecting in a thick swath over her ample breasts, the terrifying cat woman flashes her monstrous fangs as she smiles at him. Her entire mouth is a crimson pool, which still has streams of blood running from it. She lifts a hand and poses in a manner most seductive, only to rest a bloody claw on her chest and cutely lick the claws of her other hand. Is she enjoying the taste of his sister's blood?! Delphine steps out of her panties, leaving her clothes behind, and approaches him with such confidence.

He couldn't move away fast enough, even if he tried; she's too quick and agile. Leaning closer, she grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a kiss. He can taste the metallic flavor of his sister's blood, which runs from the corners of his lips as the AdvAnimal forces her tongue into his mouth. Pushing him backward, she flashes her bloody fangs as he trips over his sister's corpse, landing atop the mattress of the bed that Delphine once slept in. Some arterial spray has tainted the sheets, and one of his hands sits in a warm pool.

With a truly sinister smile, the naked and obviously sexually charged AdvAnimal makes her way closer. He shivers and shakes, terrified of Delphine who, until a moment ago, seemed so innocent and pure. Without so much as a glance, the cat woman steps right over Bee's twitching body, a hand caressing her belly as she slowly and methodically reaches for her loins.

“D-D-Delphine?!" Frank chokes out.

“Mmmrrrr..." She lets out a lustful growl, a hand now massaging her womanhood.

As she rubs herself, her claws smear some of his sister's blood around her loins, which he can tell is dripping with eager anticipation. She's more than ready, which horrifies him. How can she want sex after murdering his sister, and how can he say no?! She steps closer and reaches for his pants. Grabbing firmly to his waistband and tucking her claws beneath, she yanks them and his boxer shorts down in one fluid motion. He tries to crawl away from her as she frees his manhood from his underwear, only for her smile to fade, her eyes to narrow and a clawed hand to grab his ankle.

He stares at her hand, which squeezes him with such force, then looks into her eyes. With her emerald orbs locked onto his, she slowly shakes her head. He's going nowhere. Delphine rests a knee onto the bed and confidently takes hold of his manhood, which she promptly begins to stroke. Her clawed hands smear some of his sister's blood onto the flesh of his pelvis. He trembles with fear as she opens wide, a leg on the bed and a foot on the floor, in a crimson pool, as she prepares to give him oral pleasure. He shakes, and prays to God that he can appease the terrifying beast in his home, lest he make her angry...