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By Starbright Date: 2001 Nov 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.01.18.00.5805]] |
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With a growl that comes more than natural... with time a beast with the shape of man prowls these nighted streets looking for prey both succulent, sweet. Shimmer in darkness of night dress caught to luscious form round of hips, breasts, thighs, highlighted by translucent wisp brings the beast to ground to stalk this errant prey. Moan of dimmest pain nails transform to claws, deep rumble of laughter hair springs forth from naked flesh. Full of moon sheds all veils at last darklighting mans oldest quest for the hunter and hunted there's no escape this night. Snuffing the wind he drinks her scent an odd deep earthen musk not so much like death but one that life springs forth. Maddened now by shape and form scent enough to make one groan gathers his strength, leaps, with only one thought in mind to feel her flesh within his teeth! *******And of her******* Atremble with desire fresh waked hearing more than her quest to slake in this heart beat so very close torpid slow, speeding to steam shovel make deafening her to nights caress its beat, closer, closer crept till in one fell shot she feels its leap answers back in kind with lightning speed fangs her own grown enraged to sup the life from this her errant prey. Locked form to form in hunters dance... *****Later as moon withdraws**** He feels the need for one last taste of her sweet lips with his pressed ever so very gentle so as he listens to her contented sigh night tis slow to close. |