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

he was not accustomed to a female this forward; the roles had never been reversed this way before, and iliksis' reservation was sour across his features. he did not move as she brushed past him, though the touch was electrifying and iliksis did not try to quell the ferocity of the beast that stirred within him.

if he had known this conquest was requited, perhaps he would not have engaged in it. it gave iliksis no pleasure to indulge in the wants of others. it was not in his nature to be giving, or to perform acts of kindness. it would always be that way.

he marveled the agile way her spine arched, and it drew forth a powerful image of unsatiable lust in the male. lust not just for conquest, but for killing -- her spine was beautiful, bendable, breakable -- and her mismatched gaze a trophy he would delightedly pluck from her skull.

these were just dark fancies for now, that floated along the realm of his thought. he rose slowly, his tail curled above his hips as he prepared himself. he would wait for her to be so bold as to touch him again -- and if she did, he was not responsible for the ugly things he committed upon her.