ShapeShifter Kisses

December 23, 2016

Winter Bird Scenes In Wolf Peak Territory by Savanna Kougar

Hot Rod Santa In Moonrise Lake, Montana 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Howliday and Yowliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, on the authorly front, I have a few paragraphs left to revise…then BLACK CAT BEAUTY will be finished, and I’ll do the final work to prepare my shifter erotic romance for Indie publishing. 

Also, I’ve been working on my BOXED SET erotic romance… worldbuilding a small fictional town in Wyoming… and yep, gathering more and more details about my heroine and hero. My hero is being a bit mysterious and stubborn, however. Although, I do have a general idea about his family’s longtime settlement in this small town and the great surrounding grasslands. 

The birdie shifters of Wolf Peak are enjoying the holiday season. If they get too cold, their homes are only a short flight away. There are the various pubs and taverns in town, and on the outskirts … also a couple of good coffee shops, to get and warmed up. ~happy holiday smiles~ 

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December 15, 2016

Black Cat Magic for Christmas by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Howliday and Yowliday greetings, shapeshifter lovers. 

Here are some scenes from the Black Cat Christmas party this year in Moonrise Lake, Montana. 

Then, after the pics, here’s a flash scene, starring Sable and Devon, that I wrote after the original release of my shapeshifter erotic romance, BLACK CAT BEAUTY — coming soon, I promise. 


Nothing like a little holiday decoration. 


Not a happy party camper. However, th creamy egg nog perked him up later. 


Hanging your black kitten stocking with care…she needed a nap. 


Comfy Christmas Tree perch, a must have at a cat holiday gathering. 


I’m your perfect gift. 


And a good time was had by all. 


Mom, was this really necessary? 


Black Cat Magic for Christmas


December 14, 2009

Sable disrobed, tossing her elf costume into an untidy pile. She posed with one hand on her bare hip, taking a few moments to admire her human body in the dressing room’s panel of mirrors. A black cat girl could still be all sexy cattitude even as a woman. Reaching for her sumptuous, figure-hugging gown, she shimmied into it. 

Despite Devon’s interest in dressing her as pleased him, she’d secretly had the evening gown created. With time being short, Sable studied the drape of deep wine-colored velvet and satin. She made adjustments quickly, then moved to the vanity and made up her face like a torch singer.   

Finished, she peeked around the off-stage curtain to make certain the last child had left Devon’s lap and the event was officially over. They’d attended a charity party, at the dinner theater, for older unadopted kids. Devon had played Santa Claus, only as his Super Ace persona. There’d been more dancing to his band’s music, than actual ho-ho, traditional make-a-wish, lap sitting by the pre-teenagers. 

In league with Devon’s band to give him this Christmas surprise, Sable moved from behind the curtain. Strutting like Mae West, she walked toward the center of the stage as they strummed the opening strains of ‘That old black magic’. 

“Devon, dude, your woman has a special gift for you,” Rick announced. 

Sable seductively leaned her hip against the piano. A wide smile naturally formed on her face as Devon spun around. His impassioned gaze threatened to blister her skin, and was definitely a promise for later lusting pleasures.

Tossing her long waves of auburn hair that she’d intentionally mussed, Sable sang, “That old black magic has me in its spell. That old black magic that you weave so well.” Sauntering forward with the music, she crooned, “Icy fingers up and down my spine…the same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.”

Their gazes locked, and their mutual desire sparked between them. Devon started toward her, only halted by his manager’s hand on his arm. If he could have super-speed swept her up, and carried her away, he would have.

Languidly hitching her hips for a few strides, Sable halted. “The same old tingle that I feel inside.” Posing, she slanted her gaze over her shoulder. “When that elevator starts its ride…down and down I go, round and round I go.” 

She watched Devon force himself to sit down at one of the small tables near the stage. His hot gaze roamed over her body and he did nothing to hide the swell of his cock.

Pivoting, Sable swayed ever closer to him. “Like a leaf that’s caught in the tide…I should stay away but what can I do…I hear your name, and I’m aflame…Aflame with such a burning desire…That only your kiss can put out the fire…and your meaty sausage, she added mentally. 

Spreading her hand on the voluptuous curve of her hip, she taunted him by stopping and bracing her legs.  “You are the lover that I’ve waited for…The mate that fate had me created for…And every time your lips meet mine…” Sable bent forward pursing her lips. “Baby down and down I go, all around I go.” Leaning a bit more, she lazily shook her shoulders showing off her cleavage. 

Devon mentally glued himself to the seat of the chair. Sable saw it in his eyes. Yet, the hunger in his gaze ravished her without compromise. Sable shivered inside, scorched by the carnal heat only he could generate within her.

“In a spin, loving the spin that I’m in…Under that old black magic called love…under that old black magic called love,” she repeated. On the last lingering notes she straightened. Her breasts heaved and she panted softly. For him. For Devon.

“Sable,” he paused for an instant, “come here.”

Ignoring his hoarsely spoken command, she whirled and raised her arms in a sensual imitation of flame. With her back to him, she waited for the band to begin  her next song.

“Devon, keep your seat,” Rick encouraged. “Your woman has one more gift for you. I guarantee you’re going to flip your dick over this one.” 

With the sound of the sultry Christmas music, Sable lowered her arms. Turning toward Devon, she stroked her palm over one cocked hip. “Santa baby, slip your Sable under your big tall tree…I’ve been an awful good girl…Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.” 

Devon froze, now stuck to his chair. His sausage had definitely grown meatier in size and his piercing gaze followed her as if he might lose sight of her.

Sable moved closer, exaggerating her slow strut. “Santa baby, drive me like your convertible too…I want you to…I’ll wait up for you, handsome…Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.”

His dark gaze sliding to her hips, Devon patted his thigh, an invitation to sit on his lap. 

Feeling the low purr in her throat, Sable continued the song. “Think of all the fun I’ve missed…Think of all the men that I haven’t kissed…Next year I could be just as good…If you’ll just fulfill my Christmas list.”

Devon crooked his finger, beckoning her to come closer still.

Sable slowed, rotating her hips like an old-fashioned stripper. “Santa baby, I want your yacht.” Aiming her gaze at his cock, she sassily crooned, “And really that is a lot…Been a naughty girl in bed all year…Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.” Slinking nearer, Sable sang in a smooth purr, “Santa honey, there’s one thing I really do need…Your seed…Deep inside my flooded pussy…Santa handsome, so hurry down my chimney tonight.”

Devon shot upright, but didn’t approach her. Though, his hunk o’ meat looked as though it tried to approach her, given its thrusting size.

“Santa sexy, and fill my stocking with your sausage.” Sable swayed her shoulders provocatively, along with the sweltering music. “Give me your meatballs…For an extra good time…Santa sexy, and hurry down my chimney tonight.” As she inched toward Devon, Sable rippled the long fall of her hair, knowing how it affected him. “Come and trim my Christmas wreathe…With some decorations bought at Tiffany’s…I really do believe in you…Let’s see how much you believe in me.”

Devon’s eyes glowed, super-powered with an inner light, an indication to Sable that she’d savagely aroused him. Just the way she liked it, depending on her sexual mood, of maow-ing course.

Sinuously moving beside him, Sable rubbed her hip on his thigh as part of her performance, singing, “Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing…No need for a ring…No need for a wedding…but, Santa baby, hurry down my chimney tonight…Hurry down my chimney tonight…Hurry, tonight.”

Raising on tiptoe, Sable twisted like the cat girl she was. Placing her lips close to his ear, she rumbled her best Eartha Kitt purr.

Before she could think or blink, Devon seized her, dipping her so low, Sable’s feet barely remained on the floor. Immediately, his kiss trapped her mouth with delicious ruthlessness. For long incredible moments, the unceasing press of his mouth thrilled through her limbs, and left her boneless inside his super strong hold. The molding of his lips over hers tempted Sable’s fiercest desires, until ultimately, she raged for whatever he wanted to do to her.

“Sable,” he growled privately. “You’re getting a ring whether you like it or not.”

“Meow, super man,” she breathy whispered against his mouth. “Put it around that meaty cock of yours.” 

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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

December 7, 2016

Lots of Cowboys In Wolf Peak Territory, Montana by Savanna Kougar

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Oops! This is what happens when there’s a disagreement about how high the MERRY CHRISTMAS *welcome sign* should be — yep, between a horse shifter wrangler and a new cowhand at one of many ranches in Wolf Peak Territory. 


Siberian Husky shifter trying out his latest cowboy hat last summer. He’s hoping the available ladies in the town of Moonrise Lake will be impressed. 

Happy Howlidays and Merry Christmas Yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

What a wackadoodle strange day on my tame prairie … the neighbors’ half-grown cows have decided they like hanging out around my house, and have an escape route from their pasture that hasn’t been discovered yet … so that’s been all too fun. 

Anyway, I needed a mental break today so I decided to look at images of Christmas cowboys since my next hero is a sexy wrangler type, and I’ve been getting to know him. Yep, the Boxed Set planning is going fast forward now — No Title Yet — but with a possible release date scheduled for April 2017. And I’ve just begun to write. 

Also, there are ***Ranchers, Mountain Men, a Few Sheriffs and Their Deputies … there are Western Type Clubs inside Dante’s Interspecies Pleasure Club … some contemporary, and some Old West style clubs like fancy saloons for example. If I had time I’d go through my character list, and list them here. Including the cowgirls, the lady ranchers, and Sheriff Bunny Welch, of course. 

But, really, I need to continue finishing BLACK CAT BEAUTY — almost done. I got some good work done yesterday … yay!!! 

I had thought I’d be working on an erotic romance *taboo* novella next, starring a Highlander type, and set in another realm, where the historic Scottish culture is still thriving — a combination of ancient honorable code society with some advanced technology.  


But back to my Christmas Cowboys in Wolf Peak Territory … I think that will be my holiday celebration on this blog … we’ll see. I could get another whim … 

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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

December 2, 2016

Wyoming Wrangler…my next hero? by Savanna Kougar


Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

December howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

A month of various holiday celebrations is here, and I hope yours is wonderful. Currently, I’m a bit under the weather, and having the treat myself with natural supplements just to get the routine stuff done. You know how that can go. At least, I’m not near as bad as a lot of folks—this particular allergy-illness seems to be happening all over. So, take care of yourself. 

Anyway, I’m still finishing up the last chapters of BLACK CAT BEAUTY. Yep, the best laid plans go awry. I wish I’d been able to republish a month ago. 

So, I miss writing flash scenes that take place in my fictional world of Wolf Peak Territory. But time and enough energy… well, it’s just not there. Apologies. 

Okay, I’m considering which of my WIPS to use for this project, as described in a previous post. That is: ***A bunch of us authors at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~http://romancewritersbehavingbadly.blogspot.com~ …are looking at doing a BOXED SET of contemporary erotic romance.*** 

One of my WIPS is temporarily titled, Wyoming Wrangler … a contemporary cowboy paranormal erotic romance… love those sexy, down to earth cowboys. 

… WOW! An unwanted adventure just interrupted writing this post … all of a sudden,  no internet, no phone … it’s dark outside when I check my connection, and I’m fumbling around to open the phone box… well, it turns out the neighbor’s cows have just pulled my phone line with their big hooves enough to end the connection … fortunately, I could put it back well enough to regain connection, despite the pulled wires … yeah, don’t ask why it’s such a rinky dink setup, but it is… 

But anyway, here’s a short unedited snippet of how Wyoming Wrangler begins… 

Daletori  watched the woman he’d been watching ever since he’d first seen her three weeks ago at the Corral, the local whet-your-whistle bar and nighttime Western dance club. 

She’d been coming to the Corral regular on Friday and Saturday nights. Right now, Bruce, the local butthead, had her cornered at the far end of the bar, demanding a dance. She’d already refused him several times in a ladylike way. Crowding her like a bull in rut, he leaned inches away from her face while his beefy hand took hold of her upper arm.  

“You know you want it,” Bruce snorted in what he believed was a turn on to women. “You want to get laid.” 

“Get away from me. I want a real man…” she began. 

“Oh, you’ll get a real man, honey. We’ll start with dancin’. Get you all horny and hot.” 

Daletori saw red, to put it mildly. Setting his beer down, he rocked forward, and in the same movement gained his feet. Given his tread was naturally silent, Bruce didn’t hear his approach. 

“Hands off. The lady said no.” 

Bruce whipped around, moving his bulk surprisingly fast. His gaze narrowed. “You gotta claim? If so, no one told me.” 

“Ain’t got no claim yet. Thinkin’ about it, though.” He had been thinking about it, night and day day and night. However, nothing was straightforward, and she wasn’t one of them. 

“Make a claim now,” Bruce snarled for his ears only, “or, go nurse that sissy stuff you and your kin call beer.” 

“Shoulda knowed better’n to let your kin settle here,” he quietly aimed toward Bruce’s ear. 

“Wow,” the woman interrupted, her tone overly enthusiastic. “I had no clue you could talk, cowboy.”

Daletori knew she’d spoken to end their male confrontation. Already, he envisioned his fist smashing into Bruce’s ugly face. 

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Kisses, Savanna Kougar

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