Khan
I watched her from the clearing where she was sleeping.
She was a Khan. Like all Khan's she would have looked human
had it not been for a light coat of fur and a short tail. Beautiful
by my standards, it was a shame she had gone feral. She was
a real man-eater. Her kind had been created for sport, and
eventually given their freedom. Added to the endangered
species list, and protected on federal game reserves.
Only to be killed if they drew human blood.
I had known her as a child, she had been gentle and friendly.
Times have changed. And now I would have to kill an old friend.
I would have to do it I told myself, but not this day. My business
would wait for another day. Quietly I left the clearing.
She would not attack again this day, I would rest for what
would be a long and tiring hunt. I returned to my bungalow
and undressed. I was soon fast asleep. What an exhausting day.
I awoke suddenly reaching for my rifle, too slow. It was
not laying against the bed as I had left it. Damn, bad news
I thought as I scanned the room. I barley noticed the shadow
in the corner. Jet black was her fir. It was her, my prey.
She had me dead to rights. She stood there not moving. I didn't
move a muscle, she could kill me without a problem. She could
easily have thrown me around the room like a child's toy.
I feared her strength. A low growl escaped her lips. Then,
suddenly she covered the length of the bungalow in one springing
leap. I was pinned under the weight of her body, I was unable
to move. She had me, she could do anything she wanted and
their was nothing I could do about it. Her jaws clamped down
on my throat, but the killing blow never came. She was playing
some sort of sick game, sweat began running down my face.
When she removed her teeth from my, I felt the warmth of my
own blood running down my neck.
She didn't kill me, what could she want?; What could this
savage animal possibly have in mind for me?; It was then
that I noticed her moving against me. Was she doing this
on purpose?; Then my question was answered, as she began
pushing harder against me. She was attempting to arouse me. If that
happened I would be dead, for that was the penalty for a human mating
with any freak. The church had even declared it a sin.
She was becoming instant, growling deeply. Her rhythm
was exact, and matched the sound she was making. My body
was reacting, blood rushing my color deepening. I could
not break free for she was too strong. As I struggled, she
smiled. She was reveling in my fear. The more I struggled,
the more aroused I became. She was enjoying this, my pain,
my fear, my arousal.
Her sweet scent was filling my being. I stopped struggling,
trying to move myself inside her. She wouldn't have it.
She reared up on her hind legs drawing blood with two swipes
of her claws. Reality bashed me in the face, this was real
and she could kill me. She could do so on a whim with the hesitation.
Quickly her mouth moved to my throat, her teeth closing
tight. It was becoming harder and harder to breath. The
she took me inside her.
I would have screamed if I had the breath. Her movements
where rhythmic, I could no longer think. I was close, on
the edge, even as I felt the warmth of my own blood on my chest.
The room was spinning. She was beating incredible drums
in my head. Her scent filled my nose, her grunting filled
my ears, and she wrapped me in her warmth. She kept me on the
edge, her mystic powers numbing my body. For hours she was
their doing her dance, leading her choir, bringing me to
incredible heights. She changed the dance, in that moment
I exploded, filling her. Then her teeth closed on my neck.
The last memory I have of that night is a shadow moving across
the room and the grayness closing in. I was in the hospital
for weeks. When I finally recovered, I went back to the preserve.
This time there would be no mistake. It took me a month, but
I finally bagged her.
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