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body as you enjoy tonight's show. Tatty's sleep was shattered
by the loud banging on the door her bedroom. Still
cloaked in darkness, she could only assume that this was
a life or death emergency. If it wasn't, it was
about to become one. Dressed in only a loose shirt,
Tatty stumbled through her apartment, knocking into walls as she went.
Despite the fact she had lived in this apartment for
fifteen years, she had never felt more lost in it
than she did now. Shaking her head from the remaining tiredness,
she managed to find her apartment door. Squinting through the
security people, she could only make out vague shadows on
the hall outside. Consoling herself that if someone was outside
her apartment, they must have got past security, and just
looking at the security by the main door, Tatty knew
that would make one hell of a lot of noise,
so reaching up, she twisted the deadlock and let the
door swing open. To say the next few seconds were
a blur was most definitely an understatement. The only thing
that was definite was there was a large furred hand
around her neck, squeezing it so tightly that she blacked
out there And then it must have been ages until
she came round, because she certainly was not in her apartment.
Trees surrounded her, and she could only guess that she
was in the middle of a forest. It seemed to
be somewhere nearing dawn. It certainly seemed like that time
when she had returned from parties in the past, just
before daybreak. Of course, coming home from the parties, she
had been wearing slightly more clothes than she was right now.
Mostly she had warm panties and usually a bra of
some description, and she could honestly not recollect a forest
of undergrowth being involved at any time. Tatty had to
admit it had been a long time since she had
been in a forest. But from what she could recall,
the forest didn't smell this musky. She pondered for a moment,
trying to remember. No, it definitely wasn't this muskie. There
was something wrong with this forest, something she couldn't put
her finger on. Of course, it didn't help because the
veil of night still encompassed her thoughts and the forest,
and so she couldn't see anything. The screams that suddenly
started in the distance were certainly not commonplace in the
forest she had been in, well, not unless you were
involved with a very strange acting group. It barely sounded human. Well,
it didn't sound human. Tatty just wanted it to be
human so bad because it wasn't. Then she had an
even bigger problem than being in the forest in just
her night shirt. There was something else out here with her,
and it didn't sound happy. The scream happened again, louder, closer.
The very sound of it sent a chill up and
down her spine. It reminded her of she tried to recall.
It did remind her of something. She just couldn't remember
what chabbawocke that was it. She'd seen a recital of
Jabbowokie when she was much younger. On stage. It had
large puppet monsters in it and everything and this scream,
it echoed again, closer, Just this was real and here
and very very close. Well, she meant to run now.
She really wasn't dressed for running through the forest. There again,
she wasn't dressed for hiding either. It was so much
easier when all this happened on TV and she knew
all the answers. Then Right now, she was so terrified
she just stood absolutely still. She didn't run, nor did
she hide. So when the large man shaped being came
crashing through the undergrowth, he caught her squarely on her chin,
knocking her to the ground. Before she drifted into the
now familiar darkness, she heard the word fuck cursed loudly.
When she eventually came round again, A pair of shiny
silver eyes watched with accusing interest. They tipped from side
to side, studying her face. Why didn't you run? Tatty
was aware of the words. They seemed to appear in
her mind as if they hadn't bothered with all the
normal irritation of actually going through her ears. Yet somehow
she felt every vibration of those words echoing through every
part of her body. Was I meant to? She ventured,
before rationality swamped her mind. Where the hell am I?
And who the hell are you? She asked, Her mind
are washed with sudden panic. I am Carulu. The rhythm
of the words caressed Hati in way she had never
thought possible, as if his fingers were massaging the words
deep inside her. You were on my planet and we
are being hunted by the Cassadou tribe. They intend to
kill us. Despite the severe warning in those words, there
was something still incredibly sensual, as she felt them caressing
every inch of her almost as if they were vibrating
through her. Caralou stood up and looked around. For the
first time Tatty could see him properly. He was a
lot taller than she had thought. The first rays of
the morning sun reflected on his perfectly bald head. His
silver eyes were slightly larger than a human's. His face
was beautiful, if unusual and framed by what seemed to
be a perfectly trimmed beard. Every now and then, a
long forked tongue lipped around his lips in such a
salacious way. Although his body was vaguely man shaped if
you ignored the tail, of course, he still wasn't quite
what she expected from a man. He was completely naked,
his muscles ripped under his skin, vibrations moving up and
down his body as he stood there basking in the
early morning sun. His tail flicked from side to side
as if it had a mind of its own. It
was thick and strong, a tail intended for business, not
just for show. As he turned, the muscled plane of
his stomach glistened in the golden light. The hair on
his chest moved in the morning breeze, almost like the
wind brushing over the morning tide, forming a wonderfully artistic
muriel over his sculptured chest, down, over his muscular stomach.
Tatty whimpered as her eyes drifted lower. An acre erupted
between her thighs at the sight of him, so long
and wide, and he wasn't even erect. It took her
all her will power to terr her eyes away knowing
full well if she didn't, the dampness that was starting
between her thighs was going to be teasing down her
legs at any moment. He sniffed the air, momentarily, looking confused,
as if he was trying to place a memory that
didn't quite fit. Turning to Tatty, he said, we need
to move. The masaidor will be looking for us. Tatty
shook her head. Wait, I don't get this, she said,
in disbelief. This is your home. Why are you being chased?
Carollo sighed, his shoulders visibly dropping. It's probably more accurate
to say it was our planet. The cassador appeared some
twelve months ago and started hunting our women. As men,
we are strong, but nowhere near as strong as we
are when we have our women here. The Cassador knew
this and hunted them all down. A sadness haunted his
face as he turned toward the forest. They killed every
last one. I thought I smelled one just now, but
it must have been my imagination. Why were the women
so important, Datty asked, curious. I'm perfectly aware this probably
wasn't the time for this conversation. They had an essence
a sever and when we tasted it, we became stronger,
more aggressive, more territorial. So when they were butchered, we
lost that. Pushing a hand over his bald head, he whispers,
we need to find somewhere safe so we can plan
our escape. Tatty just nodded. She had no idea where
she was or how to get away from here right now.
She was just grateful for this man or whatever he was.
At least he wasn't trying to kill her, so that
had to be a positive right holding his hand for hers,
he lifted Tatty to her feet briefly as she took
his hand. The heat emanating from his naked body was
so intense she could feel it pressing over every pore.
This was definitely not the time to be aroused, but
damn if she didn't feel incredibly horny with him so close,
so naked, and so ripped. As their hands gripped a
little tighter, she was sure she could feel his huge
cock twitching against her thigh, as if it was just
starting to grow hard. Pulling her onward, he led her
through the undergrowth. The morning dew on the leaves kissed
at her naked thighs, taunting her with their icy caresses
as they whipped at that most sensitive area. Something about
being around this man distracted her so much, filled her
mind with carnal thoughts, to the point that she realized
she was just following him through the forest with no
thought to why and where. So many questions that should
have been burning through her mind there should have been
forcing their way to her lips. Yet, for some reason,
around him, they just vanished into nothing. The blood curling
scream rose again a little way off. Caraleu did not
pause or ask. He just started running, dragging Tatty behind him,
the caress of the undergrowth becoming nothing but a determined whipping,
sending pulses of pleasure moving through her body. Fuck, this
was not the time to be turned on yet she
was just a woman. How could she possibly not be
turned on right now? Suddenly there was a metallic ringing
sound close to her ear, as if someone had hit
a long tube with a hammer. Before she had time
to think, carroll Loo fell, sliding down a banking next
to them, dragging Tatty with him. Once they eventually hit
the bottom of the banking, Carrolou struggled back against the undergrowth,
dragging tatty back, trying desperately to cover them both with
the dense foliage. It was then that she saw the wound,
the blood seeping from above his peck, as if he
had been shot. Panicking, she lifted her night shirt and
pressed it against the wound, trying to kneel over his
strong thighs. With a lot of struggling, she just about
managed to sit across one thigh. Disconcertainly, she could feel
his muscles rippling up and down that leg as she
tried to tender his wound, Lots of little muscles vibrating
up and down his thigh, which was pressed tightly against
her pussy. She was beginning to wonder if this was
just some erotic dream. She had never felt so turned
on in her life, and at such an inappropriate time.
It must be the adrenaline, she can told herself. But damn,
if her pussy was not dripping over his thigh, she
could feel it throbbing in perfect symphony with the pulsing
sensations moving up and down his leg. Without thinking, she
pushed her pussy down onto his leg a little harder
as she felt those vibrations kissing over a clip she
could not help, but moan loudly. Call clutched wildly, the
rising pleasure that flooded over her body, masking any inhibition,
any reservation. Her legs clenched tightly around Caraleu's thigh, pulling
it up against a pussy as she rocked her pelvis,
rubbing her trembling folds against the length of his thigh,
feeling his muscles massaging every desire in her body. Caroleu
just watched her. His expression confused receiver. He whispered, tatty,
let her hand rock to his thigh, rubbing her clit
against his muscles with the thumb. Her orgasm burning like
a wildfire through a body. She could do nothing but
surrender to this pleasure, to let go. She knew if
she did not let it go, then it would plague
them both. What they tried to escape, they couldn't afford
the distraction. Kralou poured her tight against him, and he
raised his thigh, forcing her orgasm to explode through her body.
The waves of pleasure flooded up and down, forcing gasp
after gasp, moan after moan to escape her lips as
her breathing slowed, her body still trembling curly silver eyes
watched her with a curious intensity. Without saying a word,
he reached down and placed his fingers around her wrist,
pulling her hand back up from between her thighs, his
gaze holding hers, he slid her thumb between his smiling
lips his fork tongue, his fork tongue acrobatically dancing around
her thumb, circling it, sucking it, licking every drop of
cume from it, before he smiled and whispered a sever
Tatty watched in amazement as the blood on his chest
wound stopped flowing and the wound simply healed over. As
he continued to suck her thumb, his already sizeable cock
grew between her thighs, pressing against her pussy. His gaze intensified,
holding her rigid with his glowing desire, the silver of
his eyes transforming slowly moving to pale green, and as
he continued to taste her thumb, they glistened with a
jade green hue, the depth of their color a veritable
chasm of desire to swallow. Tatty hole without warning, his
tail flicked around her, encircling her before lifting her slightly,
and then he slid down the banking, replacing her astride
his face voraciously he ate at her pussy, his long
tongue twisting and somehow pinching at her clip as it
made broad strokes up and down the length of a pussy.
She could feel the intensity of his breath as he
sucked on her folds, willing every drop of juice from
her body. It was as if his breath was grasping
at every inch of a pussy, massaging it, rubbing it
with animalllistic desire. Fuck, it was like he was dying
of thirst and the only thing that would satisfy his
need was the taste of her pussy. It felt so intense,
but so fucking good. Tatty slid her fingers over his
board crown as she rubbed her pussy over his mouth,
the bristles of his beard, sending a new wave of
pleasure ricocheting through a body. His fingers clasped tightly on
her ass, pulling her in as his tongue pressed deeper,
dragging the most intense orgasm she could remember through a body,
forcing her to succumb to his passion, his need, his
lips forcing her to surrender to her own carnal desires
as his tail circled her breast, grasping them firmly, rubbing
her erect nipples without a hint of sensitivity. Taty cried
out in unrepentant pleasure, her voice echoing through the trees
as every cell in her body erupted in a volcano
of pleasure. Panting, she reached down for his hardculk. Fuck.
She couldn't even get her fingers around it. How the
hell was she going to take him inside her? Suddenly
there was a snort from the trees at the top
of the banking, as if some overgrown wild hog was
pushing through the undergrowth. Without warning, Caralou moved her to
one side as he leaped from beneath her. Somehow, the
man that was just moments from death fifteen minutes ago
was now leaping up her twenty foot banking as if
it didn't exist. There were more sounds from above the banking,
more grunts, barking, and then a squial, a long, drawn
out squial that sounded above all else painful, before a
wrenching sound that created images in Tatty's mind she would
rather forget. A Few seconds later, Caraloo landed, destroyed her.
Leaning down, his fingers pushed between her thighs, exploring the
still trembling lips of a pussy, before lifting his hand
triumphantly into the morning sun. His bright green eyes fixated
on Tatty as he announced, receiver, we have work to do,
Lots of work.