Prowling through the trees of the sub-tropical jungles in the undisclosed mythical country of Zuu, the beast tracked the scent of his prey. Pawing through the foliage he would get quick glimpses of the object of his hunger. It was quick, but its scent was strong; and with every breath the beast took, the scent would set his body into a state of excitement. Anticipation was what he felt, anticipation and intense desire. He desperately wanted to consume after days of tracking. He was so close now and soon he knew the chase would end and his need would be satisfied. He was hesitant though and focused his energies on his hesitation in order to centre himself because to lose control after gaining on his prey would be unwise and the chase would be all for naught. So the beast breathed frequently and deeply, moving steadily and cautiously with controlled steps.
A glade suddenly revealed itself exposing the beast to the glow of a pale green moon. His liquid honey eyes intensely glowed in the soft green light, taking in his surroundings but yet betraying his position to his prey. The beast hissed under his breath in both frustration and excitement. He knew from ancient experience that at this point his days of hunting could end with this sudden, unanticipated situation; or, it could continue at an exciting pace – one in which he could let go of some of his caution and let his experience and spirit drive him.
He tensed his body, muscles rippling with sweat slowly dripping around their bulging curves in the humid air of the jungle, leaned back on his haunches and quickly disappeared back into the trees. It was all a part of his strategy. His prey had tensed upon seeing him and would have been out of his reach in a split second had he not re-entered the forest. Those few moments of exposure were enough to let the beast gauge the surroundings, and as he ran through the forests he decided on where he would intersect his prey and take delight in what its flesh offered.
The beast’s breathing quickened as he came upon his prey. She was still in the clearing, but cautiously making her way out of it, making sure the danger of his sudden revealing had passed. Her eyes were focused on where he disappeared into the forests, but soon she would catch his scent once the sacred winds of the east picked up and carried the aroma of his excitement in her direction. He wanted that … he desired that. He wanted to see her tremble in helplessness before he made his move. So he waited in patience and quiet contemplation, steadying his spirit in the quiet moment. And then a howling interrupted the silence and the wind picked up. His prey perked her head in his direction with bewildered fear and the beast could not help but grin. His tense muscles fired and he was off and on her in less than a blink of an eye as he released days of anticipation into his conquering pounce.
She was in his arms, she was struggling, and she was deeply moaning. Her figure brushed against his and he felt fire shoot up through his veins. The hunt was over and she was his. The beast’s tight grip would prevent her from leaving. He pushed her down onto the soft grass of the glade and his glowing honey eyes stared at hers communicating permission. The hunt, of course was a ruse, a play, a game. She had agreed to be hunted by him, and she was a very challenging hunt. In the end, she was always the one in control, always the one who could end the hunt and freely leave if it were too much. She persisted and his excitement only grew, and she knew this but still continued. Ah, and now the beast, with his willing prey in his arms, was charged to let loose the excitement days of hunting had built up. She looked back into his eyes and granted him the permission he so desperately sought.
Devoured … the beast was devoured instead. She leaped on his exposed flesh before he could claim her and devoured him entirely. He hissed and growled at this unexpected but welcomed move. She teased him with her prowess and made sure to quench the burning he felt deep in his very being. The beast leaned his head back and gave out a low grumbling growl. He raised his head again and looked at his prey through half closed eyes relishing in this exquisite pleasure she roused in him. He gripped her tightly and guided her in intensifying his pleasure, but she already knew what to do and soon his every nerve was on fire forcing him to abruptly let her go and growl again, deeper.
Enough, he’d had enough. He wanted her and could take it no longer. So he ordered her with his eyes and she whimpered but obeyed. The beast held her and murred gently into her ear going slow, but she cried out. He hesitated but she dug her nails into him, and her warmth was too tempting, so he continued at a slow, steady pace until they were comfortably joined. Her cries were sweet to his ears and her quivering body gripped him in such wonderful ways. The tension from his days of hunting eased away with every move of her curves or grind of her hips into his. Ah, the beast slipped her legs up and went in for the kill. His thrusts became violent and her cries became desperate, deep and pleasureful. Soon they were almost guttural as the beast devoured her senseless with the power and intensity of his body melding into hers. His shoulders crushed hers and held her firm so that all she could do was take his power and lose control from the heavy load his body was putting on her senses. The beast reared up and pressed his hands into his prey’s shoulders, holding them tight, and thrusting deep. He growled, loudly, impaling her. She cried with a wild pleasure, weakly working her arms around his back and pushing her palms into him. He thrusted and growled deeply again and she responded louder, wilder. He did this one last time and she sighed and gaped at the power coursing out of his body into hers, his intensity electrifying her … killing her; and when he pulls away from her, she dies and curls up in the grass into a shivering ball as the beast stalks away.
He later returns, strokes her still and slowly cooling body and then commences to feasting on her flesh. She was a great hunt and he felt sorrow for he would have liked to have enjoyed her flesh in that way for longer, but it had to end the way it always ends …