Broken Antler Fen not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree

left an opening if you want her to get away, or not!

he enjoyed the new fire anatha had in her -- her struggles roused him and he growled lowly, still finding pain simmer across the front of his pastern. she had been tossed to the snow like a limp carcass, but unlike last time she stirred and defied his advances with every fiber of her slim frame. iliksis felt a wickedness rise in him again as he struggled against her body in the snow. a carnal and licentious wickedness.

her teeth flashed past his cheek and blood welted in their wake -- a lance of sharp pain followed. something stirred in his loin again.

she bucked against him, nearly throwing him several times from the heaves of her efforts. he was so keenly aware of his rigid member pressed against her balking body. as she wrestled to get free he snarled and parted his jaws again, attempting to pin the base of her head down -- or anything really -- to cease her struggling. he was so tantalizingly close that each forceful blow of her body brought him closer to orgasmic pleasure. the panic in her reaction, and the intensity in which she fought against him, riled him so that with a groan he suddenly felt a spasmodic buck chase through his spine and a chilling rush titillatingly web down his pressing body. in that moment of euphoric finality he was nearly toppled -- whether or not she escape depended then on how quickly she was able to regain her feet and start running.

and she did start running -- he laughed as she fled him, and licked his lips hungrily as he watched her go. he had left something for her to remember him by on her flank -- a matted, obscene mess of liquid -- and he cackled to himself before he too moved off to the forest.