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Lust...Hunger...Need
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Lust...Hunger...Need Lust has my body is oscillating on a molecular scale. Civility unwound Predatory desires unbound. My mind knows your curves. My senses remember. Isolated from the sensations of your skin. A slow stealthy sidestep to hide in your blind shadow. My fingers scream silently to me. Pleading to touch to explore to plunder. My lips curl inwards to hide my teeth and my primordial hunger to taste you. My eyes narrow so i can fully see you. My nostrils flare so I may breathe in every pheromone you release upwind from me. Slow, silent, subtle steps. Your beautiful form approaches without you moving. I slide in behind you. The apex predator is unchained. The swift lion the seductive vampire and I all combine as one, as my lips meet your neck and my hands slide down your arms, passively restraining you. The adrenaline jolt that you feel at the surprise of my touch, is tempered and subdued my the familiarity of my lips. The welcomed unexpected sensation betrays your natural flight or fight response. You are unaware of my seething pathological need to consume you. A gentle raking of my teeth along your soft neck enables enough of a distraction for my hands to slide under your top. My fingers spread out over your bare skin like tendrils. Taking care to fire every nerve ending your body can feel. My finger tips find the fabric of your bra. You bra is but a soon to be useless defence against my hunger for you. My lips kissing behind your ear as my fingers meander up the curve of your breasts. I nibble your ear as my hands gently squeeze your breasts. The relentless adoration of my hands lulls you into a false security and you lean back against me. I am adoring the weight of your breasts as they fill me hands. Gentle squeezing pulling rubbing fondling. Time drags as we both enjoy what my hands do for you. A gentle pinch of your hardened nipples is warning sign you body neglects to tell you. Somehow just because there is still your bra between my hands and your skin your body fears no danger. All this despite the warning signs you feel. How my breath huffs and burns hot down the hollow of your vulnerable neck. How the rigid protrusion digs into your backside. How my chest heaves like a predator filling its lungs before sprinting in its chase. Your eyes close as you lean into me lending more of your weight against me. Your eyes should be open seeking escape back to everyday life. Hunger thundering in my head. I reluctantly release your breasts and let you stand by yourself. A soft smile crosses my face as you look at me. You close your eyes as you feel fingers caress your cheeks. The palm of my hand cradles your face as it slides around and cradles your head. My soft lips pressed lightly against yours. We linger together. Our eyes open and you are greated with another smile. My hands gently lift the bottom hemline of your shirt. Slowly peeling your shirt off over your head. You catch a glimpse of something within my intentful eyes. That normal smoldering ember of passion is now a wildfire blazing out of control. You instinctively try to take a step back only to find the countertop behind you. You are trapped and now your shirt is up over your head but your arms are still held captive by your own shirt. You are trapped, and in all essence bound helpless. There is nowhere to go. You try to wiggle free from the shirt and quickly realize it is pointless. You feel the heat burning off this predator before you. It’s chest and shoulders heaving with every breath. This once docile creature morphed into the apex species ravenous before you. You can see his need has consumed him just like he is about to consume you. You feel his paw cup and squeeze your breast. The way he pulls down on the cup of your bra you aren’t sure how much of him remains and how of it controls him. The need envelops him completely and his entire face slams against your breast his mouth greedily pulling your nipple into his mouth. Relentless sucking, lips forever tugging upon your breast. Moments minutes millenia pass by instants yet each one lasting lifetimes in each breath. Does time have meaning to the prey when it is being consumed? You dont want to be the prey. Yet your moans tell him to never stop. His lips leave your nipple with a little popping sound as the suction is broken. You feel him shove his entire face under your breast. You feel the fervent sucking upon you skin. You can feel the start of a bruise. He’s marking you as his! You murmur don’t but your mind cant decide if it’s no don’t do that or no don’t stop. You can feel the wetness pooling between your thighs. You aren’t supposed to like this. Yet you find relief when he yanks down the other cup of your bra and suckles you like a lion feeding after the kill. Author's note - sorry for any egregious typos and errors literally first draft as i typed it up just now. Still debating if this needs a part II or not. For the record I realize lionesses do almost all the hunting in the pride but wanted to stay with the visual of a "manly" lion besides its one of fave animals lol. I tried to make it more about the de-evolution lust, hunger and need can inspire and how the main male character is just so helpless in his desire for his female significant other. Hope you enjoy  As always love to hear any and all feedback positive or negative. |
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Oh me Oh my Oh me Oh my. Yes I anxiously await Part II. Very well done!!!
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Thank you for always being so supportive guess part 2 has to be written lol
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