I want her to beg for me.
The thought of her on her hands and knees, thrusting that round ass up into the air while she whines and wiggles is more alluring than just chasing my own climax.
“I’ll make you want it.” A flicker of movement has my ears moving on their own towards a doe across the clearing. “I’ll be back.”
Chasing the deer is invigorating. My first real chase since being captured.
It falls easily with a swipe from my claws at the fragile hind legs.
Finding such a fat morsel is a rarity back home. Perhaps the concentration of my kind is still too high to maintain?
There are still plenty of humans. Access is the key.
Ripping into the soft bowels, I pull out the liver but pause mid bite.
I should save some of this for my mate.
Is that what she is?
With a savage bite, I rend a chunk of shoulder from the carcass and gulp it down.
When I finish gorging myself, I find her sitting cross-legged near an idling stream with a small pile of fruit next to her.
“I brought you this.” The bloody organ drips on her leg as I hold it out.
Her nose wrinkles. “Thanks. I don’t have any way to cook it.”
“Eat. It’s the best part.” Drool leaks from my jaws from the rich smell of her glistening pussy.
She drops her chin and squints at me. “You look like you want it.”
A growl escapes me. “I want you more. Eat.”
“Gosh, look at you being all romantic.” Her abs convulse and she fights a gag when she takes the hunk of slimy flesh from me.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she crams the liver into her mouth and swallows quickly.
“Fucking gross.” A shiver runs through her and she pushes to her feet. Stepping gingerly over the smooth stones, she wades into the creek and starts washing the stains from her pale skin.
It makes her nipples bead as if they’re calling to me.
“You’re wiping my scent.” Squatting on the bank, my cock pushes from my sheath, ready to replenish.
As if to defy me, she moves deeper into the water, shivering as she lowers herself.
“Don’t worry, you stink enough for both of us.” Her wet middle finger raises before she turns away.
Anger swells in my chest. The urge to press her under until she stops struggling wars with my desire to have her want me.
Then I glance down to see chunks of gore matted into my fur.
Damn her. She’s right.
Padding into the chilly pool, I scrub off the clinging bits. Raking my claws through the longer guard hairs to dislodge the grime, I hate to admit that I’ve grown too accustomed to the dank odors of the creature I’ve become.
“Did I get it all?” I raise to my full height and twist to give her a better view.
She sniffs the air and nods, then dunks her wild blonde hair beneath the surface.
