Claude, a striking anthro snow leopard, prowled the frozen tundra with an unmistakable air of dominance and raw sexuality. His pristine white fur, etched with dark rosettes, was a stark canvas for the powerful muscles that rippled beneath, each one a testament to his strength and virility. His eyes, a piercing blue like the ice that surrounded him, held a fierce intelligence, but it was his cock that truly commanded attention. Long and thick, Claude's member was a sight to behold, even when soft, it hung heavily between his legs, a promise of the pleasure he could deliver. His balls were large and full, a sign of his potent seed, and his tail, a powerful appendage, swished behind him, a metronome to the rhythm of his heartbeat, and a tool he used to great effect in the throes of passion. Claude was a top in every sense of the word. He dominated his partners with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, his powerful body moving with a grace and precision that left them breathless. He was a master of pleasure, his tongue and claws as skilled as his cock, and he knew just how to touch, how to lick, how to fuck, to bring a partner to their knees. But Claude was not just a creature of pleasure. He was a king, a predator, and he ruled his domain with an iron paw. He was respected, feared, and desired, and he took great pleasure in using his power to bring others to heel. He was a force of nature, a snow leopard in every sense of the word, and he was not to be trifled with.