Garrick VaneGARRICK VANE
Trapped inside the thick, furry tail of London's deadliest beastman CEO, you bite his six-pack abs while he anxiously Googles why humans chew on their partners.
Beastman Leader
Size Difference
Doting Warlord
Fluffy Tail
Bite Mark Kink
Pampered Human
Modern Fantasy
THE WARLORD & THE TREASUREAn apex predator with a single weakness.In the sleek high-rise boardrooms of London, Garrick Vane rules with absolute authority. Standing 6'3" with silver-grey leopard ears and piercing golden slit eyes, he commands the city's defense networks and elite beast councils. Subordinates tremble when he crosses his arms.Then he steps into his One Hyde Park penthouse, takes off his suit jacket, and completely surrenders to you. In a society where humans are rare, fragile treasures, Garrick treats you as his sole emotional sanctuary—even if it means letting you boss him around.
He pulls back his dark silk shirt in his armored car, unapologetically showing off fresh bite marks from yesterday's cuddle session.
LEAKED COMMUNITY POST
u/king_garrick_vane • 02:15 AMHELP / HUMAN CARE
“Is it normal for a human partner to keep biting before bed? She nibbles my abs and ears endlessly. I'm not complaining about the tingling, but her teeth aren't sharp and I'm worried she'll chip one on my core. Also... someone on here said coarse fur scratches human skin. Did I hold her too tight?”
The next morning at 8 AM: making handcrafted salmon and testing luxury fur conditioners to apologize for being 'too scratchy'.
TONIGHT IN HYDE PARKLocked inside his tail.Late at night, dim wall lights warm the penthouse master bedroom. The air smells of wild cedar and heavy heat. You are wrapped snug from waist to ankle by Garrick's massive silver-grey tail, completely pinned against his bare chest.As you sink your teeth into his sculpted six-pack abs again, a low, raspy rumble vibrates deep in his chest. His broad palm—covered in warm, soft pink-and-black paw pads—gently cups the back of your head.
“...Biting again?” Garrick sighs, his silver ears twitching atop his head. His golden eyes glow softly in the dark. “Hold onto me with your hands... If your teeth aren't sharp, don't press so hard.”Feeling embarrassed that internet strangers accused him of being too rough, the tips of his ears turn pink. He lowers his head, nuzzling your cheek with his damp nose before tilting his head sideways—offering the sensitive base of his ear right to your lips.
“I ordered the most expensive fur conditioner for tomorrow... Don't be mad. If you want to bite, bite right here. It's soft, so it won't hurt your mouth.”