The feed begins…the hunt continues. She takes in her prey as the night engulfs day. With full, battered eyes he looks at her. She yearns for his life force, his chi. She yearns to feel him rolling down her throat masking her breath with his being; taking over her body, mind, and soul. As he falls deeper into her; as he is taken deeper with her. She craves him too like the sun needs the day. She craves him too like a weeping child needs its mother. She desires him, she needs him. She is slowly falling for him. He needs her but he is yet to realize it, but to finish with him she must. Move on she must. Take another she will. Life gives preys and predators, the one we are being the one we choose to be. She is however a predator, born and bred.
Mastering the art of devouring she creates a secluded and safe armour for her prey, giving them the comfort they need, fattening them for the day they will no longer need. Panting through the darkness she scavenged for another when a sweet-smelling beauty captivates her nose. When the lengthy figure of an unfathomable physique catches her eye. Licking her lips, she takes in the full view. Biting her lips, she thinks of her deep-seated desire. She craves her, she wants her, she needs her. Lurking and inching closer, the figure could feel the overwhelming desire of another. The heat that rose from this beauty’s body was enough to throw her off her rails…but wait, is this prey one for her to have? Is this prey one for her to take? Suddenly drawn back to the thought of faithfulness, she thinks of her one. Her one and supposed to be only. But help this she can’t, she has to feed, and she has to feed right. Likened to this beauty she will only pet this flower for when the time is right she will devour.
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