Blood Song

Today found the woman lazy, her latest meal lay in a scattered, bloody mess upon the floor. Her belly was full, but there was something missing. Using the labyrinth of the ship to her advantage, the dark woman had been able to avoid her husband's advances. But today was different, her body had once again shifted and she found that she wanted to submit to him. She couldn't yet, her reasons were her own. She simply enjoyed the thrill of having him chase her, of having such a male after her so ferociously and yet be unwilling to kill her. She wondered at that, but the effect that it had on her was astounding. She had seen the male be vicious enough to tear another apart, and she repeatedly drove him toward murder, but he always seemed to pull away. It was the same for her. She would tell him just how she felt, if he could listen passed her smell in his nose. Talking had become difficult, but she sat on something he wanted, and she wouldn't give it up until she had her confession done.