I charged her, the bloodlust coming onto me as I saw it did her, and as the rains poured down around us, I made a grab for her; she blocked.I charged her, the bloodlust coming onto me as I saw it did her, and as the rains poured down around us, I made a grab for her; she blocked. I slid to my knees and grabbed her thigh, hauling her down with me back into the mud. She struggled again to get free, but I held tight onto her jumpsuit. There was a tearing sound, and she clawed her way out of her clothing, springing away and turning back towards me, roaring. I rolled, miscalculating; she hit me, her full weight thudding against my shoulder, but most of the impact was absorbed by the mud. Lightning flashed. "If you want me to be your prisoner," she hissed again as I rolled right again, trying to stand, "you'll have to MAKE me submit!" Oh, ho, I realized. "Okay, Tarr," I said in low, Uncia growl, "if that's the way you want it, come and get it." In the dark, I looked for her; instead, she found me, coming out of the darkness in a heated rush and raking my back with her claws. Her claws never connected with my flesh, but I heard a loud ripping sound. She vanished again. "Cute, girl. Come on, you can do better than that," I said. She growled somewhere in the dark and the rain. The lightning flashed again, but revealed nothing. I suddenly realized what that attack had accomplished; in a single step I found my pants had lost structural integrity. I started to stripped them off, and just as I had them free she attacked again, hitting me with a wrestling hold from the rear. My response was to throw her over my shoulder. The exertion had gotten me as excited as she was, and I was sporting an erection that, had I been an outside observer, must have looked ridiculous. But inside, I was hot, excited, burning, and I leapt upon her even as she shook her head to clear it from the throw. |