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

the male's ambush was successful; in a flurry of snow and limbs he was atop her, breathing the same air as her and feeling the rapid rise of her chest against his. she whined, a noise that was not alien to iliksis - it caused excitability in him and he growled, his lips curling back to reveal hungry fangs that raked passionately against her cheek.

he shifted his weight, splaying his hind end over her body. it occured to him that taking her down had been easy -- too easy. he waited then for her to struggle or fight back, hoping she would do both so that he could deny her the simple pleasure of escaping from underneath him. without struggle, iliksis' appetite was hardly roused -- either violence or terror would need to precipitate their coupling, for iliksis' desire could only be aroused if he felt that those underneath him were truly his victim.