The Thrill of Control

As Nimue lunged, the man twisted- a testament that her element of surprise had failed her, given he reacted in a seconds notice. Her snapping jaws fell short, missing him entirely, as one of his massive, dire-sized paws kicked out at her. He hit her in the shoulder, knocking her back into the grass. She yelped, but the sound did not manifest from pain- instead, it was released in a whirlwind of enthusiasm, her cheeks flushing with delight, as she was overcome with the thrill of her recklessness. More. More. More! Tucking her now bruised leg close to her core, Nimue dances back into the fray, wild energy pulsating through every fiber of her being.

Leaping off her hind legs, Nimue launched herself at him, wanting to collide with his larger body, to create a cataclysmic clash. “Harder!” She says, a mixture of delight and desperation lacing her tone- a sound so sharp it almost felt manic. Her splayed jaws snapped at him again, wanting to sink her teeth into his flesh, to taste his blood on her tongue to warm her to her core.

"Nimue Vasanti"