ᅠᅠᅠ
he 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 —
isn’t this just what she usually
hunts in …?
and it looks far less constricting
so she will be 𝑺𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮
around more than ever.
ᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠ
𝕮𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓 —— .ᐣ if only she knew
of the 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒔 that lingered within
his mind …
the voices that scream ,
𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳. 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳. 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳.
𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫. 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫. 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫.
the visions that flood his mind
whenever his gaze is upon her.
ᅠ
🩸
. . . 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 , she wasn't fast enough
due to her 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 hindering
her movement.
those same udders that the creature is
now 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 through her cleavage and
past those lips of hers.
She’d try her best to duck under his grasp. She could do this, right? She really hoped she could… she didn’t want to see what he’d do once he got her.
(Heads)
ᅠᅠᅠ
The distance is 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 seems
those 𝐅𝐀𝐓 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐒
are working against her in her
retreat — soon she was in arms
reach , the large creature about
to grab her.
[ >𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒< | 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ]
ᅠᅠᅠ
That clicking noise is every hope she had being dashed in a single moment… He uh… doesn’t need to know what she’s pointing at him.
Totally not important. Haha.
ᅠᅠᅠ
He had 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 his grip having
the “𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀” curse 𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑷 — .ᐟ
and 𝑺𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑯 — .ᐟ with every step
he could feel her slip free.
Passing every 𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄 that
tempted him to just 𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗠 her
down and breed her right —
ᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠ
ᅠ( 𝓣he stranger’s demanding presence
ᅠwas extremely annoying to her—how
ᅠdare he just grab such a dangerous
ᅠcurse like that all of a sudden. . . That’s
ᅠwhat she thought, until she felt the grip
ᅠof his hands. . . )
ᅠ. . .
ᅠ