Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter Five: Time with My Man Harvey 💕

I woke up to a gentle nudge on my left side, and as I tried to I turned my head to where Harvey was. I felt a slight twinge of pain in my side, but it had greatly reduced, leaving only a small irritation, but I can definitely move way better. As I looked at the source of the warmth and smoothness that had nudged me, it felt like my heart dropped straight into my stomach.

Harvey was in his leopard form, and for a brief moment, fear gripped me. "Oh my Lord," I whispered, a soft laugh escaping as my nerves settled.

However, the fear quickly dissipated because I knew it was him—my love, Harvey. I sat up and reached over to pet his head, finding comfort in his presence and the warmth he had provided throughout the night.

His form was massive, larger than I could register at the moment. I had forgotten beastmen were normally twice the size of the average beast—thrice as impressive in his beauty. A surge of jitters coursed through me as we made eye contact. His eyes, soft and serene, were like a peaceful lagoon, a shade of blue that seemed to soothe my mind. They scratched at the edges of my thoughts, smoothing them over and making me want to relax, to sink into him and drift away into peacefulness, knowing that this was true tranquility.

"Good morning, Harvey," I said, unable to resist showing my affection. Snuggling into his side, I rubbed his face and ears, even booping his nose, to which he responded with a loving chuff. He licked my cheek, and though it stung a little, I didn't mind one bit.

As Harvey morphed back into his human form, I couldn't help but admire him openly.

"Good morning, Imara. Give me a moment to get dressed," he said, his voice soft but reassuring.

"Mm." was all I could sound off as a response because as Harvey morphed back into his human form, I couldn't help but admire him openly.

Anyone in my shoes would be damn sure not to miss the opportunity to feast their eyes upon his naked body while he got dressed—and oh I surrreee did.

Like the perv I was. We as people need to stop acting like we ain't got out pervy ways either 'we all-do' to a certain degree. It's all about moderation. Ain't nothing like looking at a fine specimen, especially when that specimen is Harvey.

I damn near slobbered as I marveled at his tall, sculpted, and toned backside and physique, appreciating every flex of his soft muscles as he dressed in his cream-colored robe.

And how the hell is the ears and tail so damn attractive? I'm just dying to touch them.

My heart quickened its pace, and a surge of desire swept over me, yearning to discover every contour of his body. Breathless, I gazed at the sight of his broad back, the enticing lower back dimples, and his hair gracefully cascading across his shoulders and down his back.

I tried not to miss any detail, knowing I would cherish the memory forever, and imagined the day I would have the chance to touch him in such an intimate manner.

His ass was simply perfect; I want to touch it and see if it was as smooth as it looked.

There was an undeniable aura about him that screamed "Beastman." He exuded power and strength far beyond that of an ordinary man. Towering in height, he embodied the essence of both a beast and a man. Unlike what I thought a stripeless beastmen was or would appear to be, who were often seen as the weakest among their kind, Harvey was an embodiment of true power and authority. I couldn't help but feel like I was stealing glances at the body of a divine being.

Before he turned around, I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be busy looking for my backpack.

I got up and faked a cough. "Have you seen my backpack?"