Spots: Uncivilized Delights (Paranormal Were-Leopard Master Submission Erotica)

By C.R. Alvery

In the finale of Spots' story, she finds herself lost, abandoned and betrayed. Can she save her master and lover from the steely, righteous grip of humanity? Or will she find herself out in the cold forever?

This 6000+ word erotica short should not be This 6,000+ word erotica short should not be viewed by anyone under 18 years of age. All characters involved are at least 18 years of age and of legal consenting age in all places where this book is sold. It contains descriptions appropriate only for those of legal consenting age. Like a fine wine, please enjoy responsibly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C.R. Alvery
• Release date: Feb 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507042397

C.R. Alvery

C.R. Alvery is more of a lover than a fighter. She enjoys long walks in the mountains and writing the sort of erotica that makes your toes curl. Years of newspaper and web writing were rather disappointing, so she dashed away to a fresh, new world of erotica and romance. Loose at last, Alvery delights in driving the readers wild, tantalizing all of their senses. C.R. Alvery can be contacted at the blog: http://cralvery.blogspot.com/, @cralvery on twitter or at [e-mail] .

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Spots: Uncivilized Delights | © C.R. Alvery 2015

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Spots: Uncivilized Delights

© C.R. Alvery 2015

All characters participating in or witnessing sexual acts are at least 18 years of age and legally adults in all countries this book may be purchased in. All parties are consensual to the acts taking place.

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Spots picked yet another briar from her coat and scowled at it. Had the forest always been so prickly? She couldn’t remember having been stuck so many times when she had lived in the wilds.

Maybe she was losing her touch. Or maybe she was becoming some sort of lap cat.

She shook the thought away and continued to pad back toward Tiggy Manor. The rest of the household had to know what had happened to the owner of the house.

Devarian had been a well respected man in the human’s community despite his fur. He had been her master, her teacher and her lover. And now he was a captive, probably about to be sold again as some kind of terrible pet for a terrible human being.

Her nose wrinkled at the very idea of it. Devarian hadn’t been the best mate. After all, he still hadn’t given her cubs but that didn’t condemn him to the sort of torture that he was about to endure. He deserved so much better, and she intended to see that he got it.

The white peaked roofs of Tiggy Manor stood out in the distance, just above the trees and just beyond a massive patch of blackberry bushes. Spots sighed at the sight. Blackberries stretched as far as the eye