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The Morsel of your Body
[Image i.d: a digital illustration on a white background done in black ink with no coloration. The lineart depicts a wolf and a hare, foreheads touching, fingers intertwined face to face. The hare is calm and placid, the wolf is snarling and drooling, and they are making eye contact. End i.d]
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Shane Hollander is reinventing kink out of his own beautiful mind.
And that kink is Ilya chasing him through his Cottage’s woods and forcefully pinning him against an aspen.
HUNTING SEASON 🦝 for @/teuslow.bsky.social
You're Safe
Thinking you outran the affini that had tried to block your path, to insist you follow them. You're safe.
Shakily closing the door to your house, triple locking it, pulling all the curtains shut. The adrenaline pumping through your veins slowwwwwly subsiding, coming out of you in shaken gasps and shudders. This was the third time this week that this affini had just 'happened' to find you. Something about the way they spoke just...unsettled you. As if you were already a floret, instead of an independent. You're safe.
You shower, scrubbing the fear and (dare you admit it) arousal off of your skin, thankful. You'll have to take a different way to work from now on, but that should be the end of it. You're safe.
Towelling off, realizing how quiet it is in your hab. jumping slightly at every noise, then telling yourself that no, its nothing. you check with your hab AI, affirming that yes. You're safe.
Crawling into your bed, underneath the weighted blanket and surrounded by cute plushies, the lights turning off. Knowing that tomorrow you might need to transfer ships, but for now… You're safe.
Slipping blissfully off into sleep…only to feel your weighted blanket get…heavier. Opening your eyes to see the affini. The Affini. The one with the claws and the wicked smile, running a sharpened claw down your cheek.
Your heartbeat rapidly sputtering out of control, but they place a vine on it and gently shush it.
Telling you the same words, over and over.
Because the only thing that could ever hurt you now….is already here with you <3 "You're Safe." "You're Safe." "You're Safe." "You're Safe."
absolute favorite dynamic has gotta be a pred who could easily eviscerate their prey but consciously chooses not to. one who has every urge and thought screaming at them to tear flesh from bone. to see the life drain from the eyes of one so fragile and frail. to claim a life they could so easily take. but they decide to love and take care of and cherish their prey in spite of all of that. even when they’re hungry. even when it would be so easy and so quick and so satisfying. even when it defies all conceivable logic. because their love for their prey outweighs all of that.
Sometimes I like to play with my prey. Let them think they're in control.
I patter over all innocently and ask if they want a foxgirl to suck their cock or eat out their cunt. Even the more uncertain at first come round to the idea when I get my scent to reach their nose. I give off different scents depending on what effect I want to have on prey - this time I want them horny, so I make them horny.
Then when I've got them shuddering from giving them the sucking or tongue-fucking of their lives, I wrap my lips round a little bit more, and a little bit more, and a little bit more until... *gulp
They asked me to eat them after all, I just obliged cause I'm kind <3
C'mere, little lamb. Just a bit closer. Don't be worried about these teeth. I can be trusted with your vulnerable throat.
pred/prey chase scene but i play the benny hill theme song
