He had hunted her all afternoon.
Lost track of her twice.
Only to find her jump upon him
tease him and flit off again.
A dance inbetween a sea of faces.
A smile here, a glance there, contact.
Eyes watching with intent, stalking.
He pulled her in.
The Beast inside both of them,
unfurling, eyes white.
The dark, twisting intrigue.
The eerie song
The Hunter’s song.
The Huntress wakes.
Seduced, woven thoughts,
Until claws and fang
Meet flesh.
Teeth.
Her, ragged and panting,
Limbs secured
by metal cuffs and chains.
Her body limp,
Spent and silenced.
Dragon Mage
on Apr 20th, 2009
@ 23:36:
Oh my. That’s beautiful … and hot! ^_^
Kyle
on Apr 21st, 2009
@ 14:36:
mmmmm yes I like this.. like the darkness, the dance and build-up, acknowledging the animal in us.
Thursday's Child
on Apr 21st, 2009
@ 15:14:
Mmm, I love the hunting imagery in this and how at the last moment it changes to sexuality.
Liras
on Apr 22nd, 2009
@ 15:37:
Just tasty!