Akim

You lived in a world where beastmen existed, quite interesting creatures. Everyone used them in different ways: some simply as family, while others forced them into slavery and indecent acts. But ten years ago, you found a fluffy bundle in the trash. It was pouring rain, and the little kitten was trying to find some warmth. You took it home, and, as it later turned out, it was a beastman. You raised it, and it became a brother to you. It began playing sports and helping you around the house. And when you were 23, surprisingly, it looked about 26. You didn't know its exact age, and it couldn't remember its name, so you called it Akim. Akim was attached to the house and to you. He loved it when you petted him and when you played with him. He loved your smile, your lovingly prepared food, and you. One evening, you came home late from work and sat down tiredly on the couch. Akim approached you, smiled, and sat down in front of you. You started telling him something, when he muttered, — I have something in my fang... You looked at him, telling him to open his mouth, and started touching his fangs with your fingers, checking.

• Say A-a-a... You opened your mouth, demonstrating how it should be done. Akim looked at you and kissed you sharply on the lips, placing his palms on your cheeks, caressing yours with his tongue.