Friday, April 29, 2016

My Sexy Saturday ~ Waiting For a Filly Girl ~ Whipped Cream

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

Here's another recently edited snippet from my SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION Manuscript~Waiting For a Filly Girl~ Drev is determined to make love to Keina, whipped cream included. 

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Wolf Peak Territory anything is possible. 


Seven X-paragraphs from ~ 

Chapter Thirty-six: Top Me Off With Whipped Cream 

"Damn, woman. I've got it bad for you. Or is that good for you?" 

Reaching down, she smoothed her hand over her mound. Enticingly, she stroked her curls for several moments, then delicately pried open her sex folds so he could see her red swollen clit, and her small pussy opening. 



Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Thursday, April 28, 2016

X-Snippet ~ His Cock Buried Deep

The King of Keina's realm in his horse form.

Sunny but cool-temp howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Okay then, I'm still plugging along as far as revising/editing WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL.

Here's a snippet of Keina and Drev where our hero is determined to make love to his woman beyond their extreme passion for one another.

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Wolf Peak Territory anything is possible.


Chapter Thirty-five

Satiated, Keina reveled in how Drev cuddled her close—in the feel of his cock buried deep inside her equess. Most of all, she basked in their love for each other.

"Thanksgiving," she murmured long moments later. "This is perfect. You make me so thankful."

Drev nuzzled the nape of her neck, then stroked his lips over her shoulder. Wonderful shivers flew through her.

"You know I want to make proper love to you, woman."


"Like this." Her stud man placed lazy kisses on the back of her shoulder.

"Mmmm." Keina surrendered her back to him. "What you do to me."

"And I like doing it." A sexy purr, his words poured into her ear.

Separating their bodies, Drev slowly pressed sumptuous kisses down her back.

"You have the best lips," Keina moaned. "And the best hands," she praised while he languidly stroked up and down her side.

Between the sensual onslaught of his kisses and his *take your time* caresses...well, arousal seized hold of her.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Fly Through the Gateway With You

Windy Spring Day howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

It's been a rough tough week, everyone. Thus, it's taken me until now to get a blog going.

I have managed to get more chapters of WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL  revised/edited, including the partially finished chapter featured below. This is a scene where Drev and Keina are getting to know more about each other, and learning how they interact as a couple. Plus, there are the extreme dangers lying in wait for our in-love couple. Stay tuned. 

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Wolf Peak Territory anything is possible. 


Chapter Thirty-two: Fly Through the Gateway With You  

"The whipped cream. How could I forget?" Drev returned from his walk-in cooler, having placed the leftovers inside. He headed for his counter-top fridge to retrieve the carton of heavy cream.

"Oh yum!" Keina called out.

"Yes, yum." Drev smiled at his Keina's eagerness. Moving to the freezer, he reached inside for the stainless steel bowl. After taking the beaters out of the bowl, he shoved them onto the mixer.

"Ready." Drev switched on the mixer. "Set." He plunged the beaters into the bowl. Go."

Keina obligingly poured in the cream, and within minutes peaks began to form.

"Honey," Drev directed. "I'll say when to stop."

Keina squeezed the honey bear, and swirls of the dark golden liquid blended into the whiteness of the cream.

"Okay, that's good. We're quite the team. The vanilla powder." With a nod, Drev indicated the container and the measuring spoon. "One spoonful will do it."

"Coming right up." Keina neatly sprinkled in the vanilla. "Why powder instead of liquid?"

"I prefer the taste. Almost done." Drev gradually powered down the mixer as the peaks stiffened. He raised the beaters out of the whipped cream, then dipped in a spoon, taking a taste. "Sweet enough for me. How about you?"

Drev offered Keina a bit, watching as she tasted the puff of cream from the spoon he held. Stop, he ordered, as an image of her licking whipped cream off his cock surfaced. Not now! Later.

Besides, he liked their companionable intimacy.

"Sweet enough." Keina smiled as if she knew he fought his libido.

"One for you." Drev handed her a beater to lick. "And one for me."

" good. Have you ever added apple brandy?"

"No." Amused, Drev had to grin as he took hold of the beater she'd licked clean. "We'll do that next time."

"You won't be disappointed," she flirtatiously bantered.

"That brings up a lot of possibilities like cherry brandy or orange liqueur...or any number of flavors." Drev spoke as he put both beaters in the dishwasher. "We need a tray." He reached into one of his lower cabinets and pulled out a large one.

"Lots of yummy flavor possibilities. Ever taste carrot wine?" Keina set the slices of pie she'd placed in dessert bowls onto the tray, followed by the silverware.

Drev beamed a smile, enjoying their simple exchange. "No. But I'm game."

"You're not a turkey," she teased. "As in a game bird."

"Yeah, I got it, sweetheart. I can be a turkey at times." At Keina's look of confusion, he clarified. "It's a 1970s expression for someone who is being difficult—acting too silly. Don't ask me how it originated."

Lifting the bowl of whipped cream, Drev raised a questioning brow? "The whole bowl or should we top off the pie now?"

"The whole bowl." Keina spoke without hesitation. "Sometimes the whipped cream runs out. And, I'm not going to say, right now, what the erotic possibilities are—"
"No, don't," he interrupted. "I'm already snorting and pawing inside like a rutting stallion."

"Think apple and pumpkin pie," Keina flirtatiously encouraged, as she picked up the tray.

"That's a mighty big tray for a little lady."

Drev reached to relieve her of the loaded tray. However, his filly girl pulled it away, a mutinous expression on her face.

"I know you're being a gentleman, Drev. But I'd like to do this." With a minimal flip of her hair, Keina walked toward his bedroom, her step careful given the length of her gown.

"You're the boss mare." Drev called after her in a lighthearted tone. Yup, women were a strange breed at times. But he didn't care. He'd adapt.

Figuring it would make a good picnic-like blanket for the top of his bed, Drev headed toward one of his storage chests to retrieve a quilt. He'd been collecting them, along with blankets, ever since deciding to prepare for the worst. That is, if he was ever without heat in winter, or needed barter items...well, he'd be darn glad he'd stocked up.

But hell yeah, Drev knew his life was about to get real damn interesting. Beyond his libido, he buzzed with go get 'em excitement. Smiling at himself, he shook his head.
Yep, relationship challenges ahead. No way around it. That was life. First though, he had to romancing rope his winged horse woman.

Drev tucked the quilt under his arm, and strode toward the bedroom. Okay, he'd definitely re-read Jonathan Gray's "Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus."
In this case, Keina actually was from another world-dimension, a different society. That required a greater understanding on his part.

"Middle of the bed, stud man?" she asked, as he entered.

"Yep. Let me spread the quilt first." Drev shook it out, then placed the colorful crazy quilt on the bed. "Keina, sweetheart. What is the name of your realm?"

"Planning an inter-dimensional trip?" she quipped. Keina set the tray down, pushing it to the center—an enticing sight that had Drev ogling her.

"Someday. I want to fly through that gateway with you, filly girl."


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Friday, April 15, 2016

My Sexy Saturday ~ Waiting For a Filly Girl ~ Prairieflower wine

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

Here's a recently edited snippet from mySHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION Manuscript~Waiting For a Filly Girl~ Keina and Drev, while not on vacation, are celebrating Thanksgiving day together. 

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Wolf Peak Territory anything is possible. 


Seven paragraphs from ~ 

Chapter Twenty-six 

Drev's jaw tightened with resolve. It's about focusing on her, learning about her. 

Good God, that's all I want to do. 



Wishing you romance on the wild side…  

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Meet the Villain, Prince Tretorff

No, this is not a likeness to Prince Tretorff... however, it was the best I could find. 

Sunny Spring Day howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Yesterday I watched three older fawns graze in the pasture and in the yard...first time that's happened... then several days earlier, a whole brood of baby turkeys stopped by, with mom, of course... that was a first too on my tame prairie... and the yard bunnies, one of them doesn't mind being only three of four feet away... and just now, when I went out into the yard, a large long black snake went by... yeah, I get the shivers, but he/she is not poisonous, and not threatening... so let Mother Nature and her critters thrive as long as they're no danger. 

Anyway, several more chapters of WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL has been revised/edited, including the one chapter from the villain's POV. Some say don't include the bad guy/gals POV in a romance novel... but, why not? Especially when it sheds further light on what the heroine and hero are facing in their battle to keep true love. 

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Wolf Peak Territory anything is possible. 


Chapter Twenty-two: Prince Tretorff, In a Silent Rage 

In a silent rage, Prince Tretorff stomped through his private chambers at court. As if he challenged another stallion, he flung his hair and stretched his neck.

How was he to know Princess Svonj would be protected by a dung-hole of a human male? Yet one who had engaged his superior genetic attributes. Most Earthers remained cut off from the true power their ancient-enhanced genes yielded.

Upon his return, Tretorff had spent a day's worth of time abed, recovering. To his eternal embarrassment, he'd been forced to summon one of the court's Mage-healers. After enduring pokes and prods, the Mage's incessant questions, then drinking the rejuvenation concoction—an insult to his palate—Tretorff had fallen into a restless slumber.

At least, he'd been spared the worst pains while returning to full-stallion vigor.

Haunted by his temporary defeat, Tretorff vigorously shook his head. Even now, the human's dung-disgusting stench seemed to fill his nostrils.

He curled a disdainful lip. Before he was finished with her, the Princess would walk at his side, an obedient mare to his will for her. That he swore as Oath.

Tretorff smiled, a merciless twist of his lips. He knew the precise technique to tame the princess's teeth-baring—her kicking defiance. Between wielding the whip effectively on her bare flesh, and the dark potions he could procure, Princess Svonj would agree to be his bride before one and all.

How easily he envisioned their day of matrimony—a lavish entertainment, attended by everyone of importance—and presided over by none less than the King of the realm himself.

With a loud dominant snort, Tretorff came to an abrupt halt before his grandly carved door. Given the court favors he was owed, there'd be no obstacle in convincing several of the strongest men-stallions to assist him in his destined capture of Princess Svonj.

First and foremost, the King must remain his ally. To that end, Tretorff strode from his chamber. He'd attired himself in finery that would remind the King of his status and wealth.

After presenting himself to the secretary of social engagements, and careful to keep his bearing noble, Tretorff strode inside the King's receiving room—a rather understated affair with few impressive furnishings. Fabrics the color of a deep red rose covered various stylish and resplendent chairs, and the throne itself.

However, the most splendid feature was the enormous stone balcony overlooking several, elaborate walking gardens, and the sprawling grasslands beyond. The King, tall among the men-stallions of Equirion, surveyed his kingdom.

One hand on the balcony wall, which was the near the height of his waist, King Zhvorc appeared to be enjoying not only the vast scenery, but the morning breezes. Scents of seasonal blooms, trees heavy with fruit—and the rich appetizing smell of the nearby oat fields—gently whirled throughout the open-air chamber.

Tretorff couldn't help but savor as he halted in the center of room. He placed one booted foot forward. "Your Grace," he began.

"Good," King Zhvorc interrupted. "You have not kept me waiting, Prince Tretoff." As he spoke, the King spun around to face him, his simple elegant robe whipping about his ankles.

Tretorff immediately performed a perfunctory bow at the waist. Upon his rising, the King's gaze speared him as if they battled in a ceremonial jousting tourney. And again, Tretorff was reminded of the King's kinship to Princess Svonj. Indeed, her paternal uncle. While no identifying characteristics could be observed, a similar fiery spirit torch-lit their eyes.

However, the Princess's sire reigned in the countryside, and kept a goodly distance from his older brother, and the court—far away from any manner of political intrigue or neck-bitingconflict.

"I am advised you have recovered fully from your unfortunate encounter while attempting to convince Princess Svonj to become your bride. Is that true?" The King spared not a breath. Demand rang in his voice like the noontime bells in every town's center parkland.

"I am recovered. Fully, of course. My adversary was beyond the usual human male in his fighting ability. What is referred to as a super soldier, as is my current understanding of Earth culture."

"I see. Yes. You are not aware of this, Prince." The King's countenance became both somber and formidably intense. "Of late, there have been three attempts to invade Equirion from Earth."

"Invade." Staggered by this revelation, Tretorff could only remain as motionless as a deeply rooted tree.

"The use of various portals by clandestine and dangerous groups on Earth has become ubiquitous. Thus far, repelling these attacks has been of no consequence." The King paced, his hands clasped behind him. "You should know there was an ulterior motive in banishing Princess Svonj, one she had no knowledge of—even with her mind-glimpsing power."

"Ulterior motive? If you will please explain, King Zhvorc." Tretorff carefully schooled his expression to appear neutral. He hadn't realized the Princess's mind powers were of that strength.

"My niece is notorious for being able to take care of herself, as you have experienced. She is also a magnet...or I should say her devotion to the realm naturally brings her in contact with enemies of our world." The King paused, turning to direct his gaze at Tretorff. "She is what was known as a Guardian Filly in our ancient times."

"The ability to smell trouble even when not downwind." Tretorff spoke his dam's often-repeated saying.

"Precisely. I believe Princess Svonj has discovered information crucial to the protection of our realm. As you have indicated, she is in the company of a human super soldier. Benign or enemy, we must know more about his kind, who his masters are, and their invasion plans. Thus, I have concluded the princess's return is imperative. The question becomes, is she simply reluctant to return with you for private reasons, or has her will been stolen?"

Quick on his hooves, Tretorff leaped on his opportunity. "I believe this super soldier has the princess captured beneath a spell of hypnosis. Or perhaps, a mind control technique, as I've heard it spoken of. Certainly, a narcotic substance could be used to subdue her will."

"Yes, possible." The King stroked his chin, pondering. "Although, the princess has never been one for such delusional substances."

"By your leave, Your Grace, I will immediately engage the assistance of several others of warrior prowess, then immediately return to Earth."

The King leveled his gaze, and pointed his scepter. His eyes sparked with the inner force of his bold stallion nature. "If you harm Princess Svonj in any manner when retrieving her, I promise you will not enjoy the consequences. Is that to your understanding, Prince Tretorff?"

"Of course, Your Grace. I will allow no harm whatsoever to befall the Princess." Tretorff deliberately chose his words, walking the fine line of deception. "After all, she is to be my treasured mate."

"You will remember my final words, Prince Tretorff. I will withdraw my consent to your marital union with my niece if you fail to woo her heart. The contented happiness of our women is paramount to the stability and green-pasture prosperity of the realm."

The King's fiercely delivered words blew like a lightning-striking windstorm through Tretorff, and he nearly trembled like a colt. Still, as he bowed his exit, Tretorff smiled to himself.

Having studied medicinal and magickal potions for most of his years, he knew the very potions to use to rapidly tame the princess. Even should she continue to defy him, Princess Svonj would appear to be his euphoric bride.

Behind closed doors, her spirited defiance would provide him with extreme mounting pleasures. Tretorff stallion-bugled silently.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Friday, April 8, 2016

My Sexy Saturday ~ His Claimed Bride

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

Seven sentences from ~ 

His Claimed Bride, Happy New Year On Another Earth

A Flash-Scene Erotic Romance Novel 

Zeke covered his woman's mouth with his, after the first heart-loving kiss they shared. He pressed more what he called 'dining kisses' to her lips and his 'prowess' welled up like fresh spring water. Lowering himself fast, he wrapped his arms around her, then rolled them so his Sylva sprawled on top of him. 



Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Chapter Fifteen: Joined As Man and Woman

A Spring Roar from Zhere Ghan, leader of the Tiger Yakuza in Wolf Peak Territory, 

April-showers howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Here's wishing you a lovely springtime. Last night on the tame prairie, the April showers arrived...a good thing! And there are a couple of young yard bunnies who don't seem to be that frightened of this Big Cat. ~smiles~ 

So, here's an X-chapter which has been recently revised-edited from WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL However, love never goes smoothly...does it? Yep, now enters the enemy. 

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Wolf Peak Territory anything is possible. 


Chapter Fifteen: Joined As Man and Woman 

The primal urge to own Keina as his, only his, drove Drev as he slowly fucked her tight little pussy. Fucked her and made love to her. Both.

To gaze into her passion-delirious eyes, to witness her pleasure, and plumb the depths of her soul, nothing suited Drev better. Nothing.

Her small hands didn't let go of his butt. She clung, squeezing as he moved inside her. Damn, the prick of her nails sent hot tingles to his balls, let alone his ass.

Whatever had brought him to her, fate, destiny, the cosmic dance of chance, Drev didn't care. He wanted her in his world. He wanted her to be his world.

With the same deliberate tempo, he lunged his cock inside her pussy. Pleasure blistered him, so intense it was as if his insides were consumed by black smoke.

"What you do to me." Drev realized his hoarse words were barely intelligible. But it was in her gaze, that she understood.

"Carnal ecstasy," she whispered.

Her eyelids slipped shut, and Drev watched passion and pleasure transform her features.

The moment she surrendered to her climax, Drev felt it—that softening of her flesh, then the tension claiming her as she arched beneath him.

His orgasm cut a path from his balls to the base of his cock. Drev clenched his eyelids as pleasure swamped him. He thrust hard, his crown pushing against her core.

Explosive was his last thought before seismic waves of rapture shot up his length, and took hold of his loins. God.

"Drev!" Her shout of bliss heightened his orgasm, as did the frenzied sweep of her hands on his back.

"Keina," he ground out, once he fell from the ecstatic mountaintop.

Her daintily shaped legs wrapped around him, and she undulated so their loins fit together perfectly. Drev groaned with the sheer magic of their union.

For long moments, they remained joined as man and woman, his cock sheathed by her glove-tight pussy.

"You've done it, stud," she softly crooned, then loosened her legs. "You've tired this filly girl out."

Drev immediately dropped, hugged Keina, and rolled with her. He embraced her close as she snuggled against his chest. "Time for your beauty rest, my beautiful woman."

Damn, he couldn't resist saying that to her, even if it sounded corny.

"You make me feel beautiful, Drev." Her palm wandered over his shoulder, over his upper arm, smoothing, molding the shape of his muscles.

The soft sincerity of her words captured more of his heart, and Drev pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Warm enough?"

"You're like a furnace." She rubbed her small cheek on his chest. "Yes, I'm warm enough."

Drowsiness owned her voice. "Forgive me, Drev. Flying here, then your stud magnificence..." She yawned. "How do you say it? I'm fading fast."

"Go to sleep, filly girl. I'm about to join you."

Drev listened to her breathing deepen, and become steady. Not wanting to disturb her, he waited awhile before changing to a more comfortable position, and cradling her in his arms.

Scenes from the moment Keina entered his cabin flooded his mind. Drev smiled.
Wherever she'd learned how to handle a man—well damn, he gave thanks.

He wondered, was it her realm's culture? Her upbringing? Or, the natural way women handled men in her winged horse world? Certainly, he sensed no intent to manipulate him in any harmful way.

Drev touched his lips to her wealth of hair. "I like it," he whispered. "I like the way you handle me."

More relaxed, and happier than he could remember, he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Drev surfaced when rays of light from sunrise hit his eyelids. He'd added this section to the cabin, placing the window due east, so he could awaken in this manner.

He lifted his head euphorically aware of Keina half-sprawled on top of him. What a lovely vision.

In contrast to her pale skin, her cheek was flushed as if stained by a red rose. He sifted the long silken strands of her hair between his fingers.

Drev inhaled deeply, savoring. Her woman's fragrance mingled with the scent of their lustful lovemaking.

When Keina stirred, cuddling beside him, Drev decided to ignore the salute of his cock, and make them breakfast. Anything to make a good impression on her.

Carefully, he eased himself from her. Once he gained his feet, Drev turned and adjusted the comforter so she was fully covered. After a last glance at her gorgeous face, he moved to the open trunk that held most of his everyday garb.

Not a robe guy, he pulled on heavy duty jogging pants and the matching forest green sweatshirt. Still barefoot, he took care of business, then padded toward the rocket stove. After adding more wood, Drev opened one of his large floor-to-ceiling storage cabinets.

About to pull out a package of oats, he heard Keina shriek. Whirling, he raced for her.

"No!" she yelled, shock and fury in her voice. "Go away! Leave me alone!"

With his adrenalin spiking, ready to do battle, Drev grabbed the door frame to maintain balance. Using his grip as momentum, he hurtled inside the bedroom.

What met his gaze stunned him.

An oddly attired man, his legs showcased in blue tights, stood at the foot of his bed. All Drev saw was a long mane of coal-black hair. Keina clutch the comforter like a shield.

Drev charged. His only thought, kill the intruder.

"Drev, wait!" Keina shouted. "He's not—"

Barely aware of her words, Drev launched to tackle the man, take him down—incapacitate the bastard, whatever it took. His arms captured nothing but air
Drev bounced off the edge of the mattress. He landed in an ungainly heap. Leaping to his feet like an enraged puma, he spun around, his gaze searching the room. "What the hell?!"

"It's only his image," Keina called out. "A mirror image he projected."

Mocking laughter echoed around the room, ending on a derisive snort.

"Who?" Drev backed toward Keina to keep her protected. As he watched for any sign of movement, his human hackles stood on end. The painful pricks warned of terrible danger.

"How rude of me, mere human," a man's voice sneered. "I am Prince Tretorff. Do you possess such a title?"

It clicked then, in Drev's *kill the enemy* brain. Keina's home realm, this was the Prince who had attempted to rape her.

Drev boiled, his blood replaced by red hot rage. Wanting to tear the fucker apart, instead he used his supernatural power to locate the unseen but psychically felt presence of the prince.

He edged backward, careful to keep his gaze noncommittal. That is, until he grasped hold of Keina's raised knee.

"No grand title. Consider me your personal nemesis. Prince."


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Saturday, April 2, 2016

My Sexy Saturday ~ Waiting For a Filly Girl ~ Sinuous and sultry


Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

To go with the theme of *Bring It Home for Sexy* here's an edited snippet from my SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION Manuscript ~Waiting For a Filly Girl~ Keina and Drev are in his cabin. 

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Wolf Peak Territory anything is possible. 


Seven X-paragraphs from ~ 

Chapter Twelve: "Cowgirl," she tantalized... 

She moaned, letting her eyelids fall shut. Erotic wonderful sensations pulsed her pussy rim—new sensations. Sinuous and sultry, she sank her pussy onto the torrid lance that was his cock. 


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance