Otter Creek the art of the fox

before, their banter had been fun -- but now, starling was reminded of crescendo. goddamn, this was second dark male to hit on her so strongly in the past week. she knew she was beautiful, but was she truly so irresistibly gorgeous that all men forgot their manners?

she doubted it.

his tongue across her face was too much -- "RAPE!!!!" she bellowed as loud as her lungs possibly could, the explosion of sound barreling through her body with the colossal power of a wave. it echoed in deafening bounds through-out the forest -- with a grunt she tried to shove him away from her.

if successful she hoped her push would cow him into not being so crude. she loathed the idea of her backside to him, given his clear intentions -- so with a quick whirl she was back upon him with her eyes smoldering.