The stalking of the flesh from the darkness beats the heart to a raging need. Yellow eyes watching from shadowed place.
The scent of warm sweat and deep seeded fear fill the forest. It runs, the beast fallows with silent persuite. Furrie heckles raise as it know the beast is close but knows not what to do about it. It runs faster, the hope of safety a dream but something to keep its mind from screaming in terror. The sounds for growls and dark deep laughter behind it.
The beast enjoys this hunt. This creature knowing not whats about to happen, how it world and life will be changed forever.
Creeping, lurking, waiting. The beasts lust hard and dripping with anticipations and want.
It flees only to be trapped, lured by the sense of freedom, caught, no place to run, no hiding.
The beast lunges and finds its prey soft under him, struggling and whimpering and it feels the fangs sink into the back of its neck. It feels what the beast wants, Its prone exposed body know not way its lusting. Then... A deep massive growl and a thrust. The beast is taking it, taking what it wants as its claws find the small hips and grip.
The frail creature under it shreeks with a mix of pleasure and pain as its full like its never been. Its body shuddering and shaking in fear so much, the dirt under it pools with its gold.
The beasts body never stopping its lustfull attack, its heated, hard lust swelling ready to give the only thing it was ment for.
Its eyes wide as it feels the beast ready to gift it... its own hardend need explodes at the thought. Sticky wet seed ropes under it soaking it even more.
The beast throws its head back and lets out a howl that shatters the world and moon into a thousand pieces... Filling its prey with its gift of thick want.
Growls and grunts filling the cool night as the bodys thrust and pound one another in and ancient dance of pure lustful passion.
Who is the prey they ask them selfs. who lured who with it scent and defining sensual flesh.
