Wild Berry Meadow you swallow me, i'm a pill on your tongue

some pp, let me know if i need to go back.  i can rewrite this post entirely if need be.

maybe if she'd seen the fear in anatha's eyes, she would not have wanted to make herself the next toy.  maybe if he'd known there was never anything in her to break, he wouldn't be interested.  she was an intelligent creature but held no form of higher functioning, in her life sex was something to be taken, it was a game, it was a conquest.  her only experiences with the act were raw and primal, some consensual and some forced.

so when he does not make a move towards her, the brazen girl reacted in turn the only way she knows how, by stepping forth and running herself along him, tail high as she circles.  she comes back to the front of him, her spine arching as she lowers herself into a play-bow.

this was a game until it wasn't, but she would enjoy dancing in the inbetween.