The Beginning of the End [P]
08-21-2016, 01:06 AM
There was a beat of silence as the man considered the sight before him. Dare he come closer? He'd been bitten once already. Finally the sound of his approach reached her ears. She stood still and waited, offering no sign that she might – or might not be – pleased with his presence. The brute slowed and then stopped before her, and then there was another beat of silence as he considered his next move. Sabine waited. She was pleased with this game so far. The man was smart. He knew he was being played just as well as she knew she was being played. The end goal was the same, it was the pursuit that decided the victor. She didn't hear him lean in so his placating gesture surprised her. The giantess didn't shy away though. She let him touch her and relished the feeling of his breath on her neck. Gooseflesh rose along the back of her neck as anticipation settled in. Everything was so much better in season, so much more potent, and the littlest touches were enough to set her on fire. Part of her wanted to be done with it, to give in. But this was a game. Sabine leaned down slowly, her cheek grazing his. She moved as if she were going to nibble along his neck and then at the last second veered off course, her nose trailing down the front of his left shoulder. In seconds she reached the wound on his leg and paused there. After a moment she leaned in and pressed her lips against the swollen skin above it. |
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