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Speaker 2: by the loud banging on the door her bedroom. Still
Speaker 2: cloaked in darkness, she could only assume that this was
Speaker 2: a life or death emergency. If it wasn't, it was
Speaker 2: about to become one. Dressed in only a loose shirt,
Speaker 2: Tatty stumbled through her apartment, knocking into walls as she went.
Speaker 2: Despite the fact she had lived in this apartment for
Speaker 2: fifteen years, she had never felt more lost in it
Speaker 2: than she did now. Shaking her head from the remaining tiredness,
Speaker 2: she managed to find her apartment door. Squinting through the
Speaker 2: security people, she could only make out vague shadows on
Speaker 2: the hall outside. Consoling herself that if someone was outside
Speaker 2: her apartment, they must have got past security, and just
Speaker 2: looking at the security by the main door, Tatty knew
Speaker 2: that would make one hell of a lot of noise,
Speaker 2: so reaching up, she twisted the deadlock and let the
Speaker 2: door swing open. To say the next few seconds were
Speaker 2: a blur was most definitely an understatement. The only thing
Speaker 2: that was definite was there was a large furred hand
Speaker 2: around her neck, squeezing it so tightly that she blacked
Speaker 2: out there And then it must have been ages until
Speaker 2: she came round, because she certainly was not in her apartment.
Speaker 2: Trees surrounded her, and she could only guess that she
Speaker 2: was in the middle of a forest. It seemed to
Speaker 2: be somewhere nearing dawn. It certainly seemed like that time
Speaker 2: when she had returned from parties in the past, just
Speaker 2: before daybreak. Of course, coming home from the parties, she
Speaker 2: had been wearing slightly more clothes than she was right now.
Speaker 2: Mostly she had warm panties and usually a bra of
Speaker 2: some description, and she could honestly not recollect a forest
Speaker 2: of undergrowth being involved at any time. Tatty had to
Speaker 2: admit it had been a long time since she had
Speaker 2: been in a forest. But from what she could recall,
Speaker 2: the forest didn't smell this musky. She pondered for a moment,
Speaker 2: trying to remember. No, it definitely wasn't this muskie. There
Speaker 2: was something wrong with this forest, something she couldn't put
Speaker 2: her finger on. Of course, it didn't help because the
Speaker 2: veil of night still encompassed her thoughts and the forest,
Speaker 2: and so she couldn't see anything. The screams that suddenly
Speaker 2: started in the distance were certainly not commonplace in the
Speaker 2: forest she had been in, well, not unless you were
Speaker 2: involved with a very strange acting group. It barely sounded human. Well,
Speaker 2: it didn't sound human. Tatty just wanted it to be
Speaker 2: human so bad because it wasn't. Then she had an
Speaker 2: even bigger problem than being in the forest in just
Speaker 2: her night shirt. There was something else out here with her,
Speaker 2: and it didn't sound happy. The scream happened again, louder, closer.
Speaker 2: The very sound of it sent a chill up and
Speaker 2: down her spine. It reminded her of she tried to recall.
Speaker 2: It did remind her of something. She just couldn't remember
Speaker 2: what chabbawocke that was it. She'd seen a recital of
Speaker 2: Jabbowokie when she was much younger. On stage. It had
Speaker 2: large puppet monsters in it and everything and this scream,
Speaker 2: it echoed again, closer, Just this was real and here
Speaker 2: and very very close. Well, she meant to run now.
Speaker 2: She really wasn't dressed for running through the forest. There again,
Speaker 2: she wasn't dressed for hiding either. It was so much
Speaker 2: easier when all this happened on TV and she knew
Speaker 2: all the answers. Then Right now, she was so terrified
Speaker 2: she just stood absolutely still. She didn't run, nor did
Speaker 2: she hide. So when the large man shaped being came
Speaker 2: crashing through the undergrowth, he caught her squarely on her chin,
Speaker 2: knocking her to the ground. Before she drifted into the
Speaker 2: now familiar darkness, she heard the word fuck cursed loudly.
Speaker 2: When she eventually came round again, A pair of shiny
Speaker 2: silver eyes watched with accusing interest. They tipped from side
Speaker 2: to side, studying her face. Why didn't you run? Tatty
Speaker 2: was aware of the words. They seemed to appear in
Speaker 2: her mind as if they hadn't bothered with all the
Speaker 2: normal irritation of actually going through her ears. Yet somehow
Speaker 2: she felt every vibration of those words echoing through every
Speaker 2: part of her body. Was I meant to? She ventured,
Speaker 2: before rationality swamped her mind. Where the hell am I?
Speaker 2: And who the hell are you? She asked, Her mind
Speaker 2: are washed with sudden panic. I am Carulu. The rhythm
Speaker 2: of the words caressed Hati in way she had never
Speaker 2: thought possible, as if his fingers were massaging the words
Speaker 2: deep inside her. You were on my planet and we
Speaker 2: are being hunted by the Cassadou tribe. They intend to
Speaker 2: kill us. Despite the severe warning in those words, there
Speaker 2: was something still incredibly sensual, as she felt them caressing
Speaker 2: every inch of her almost as if they were vibrating
Speaker 2: through her. Caralou stood up and looked around. For the
Speaker 2: first time Tatty could see him properly. He was a
Speaker 2: lot taller than she had thought. The first rays of
Speaker 2: the morning sun reflected on his perfectly bald head. His
Speaker 2: silver eyes were slightly larger than a human's. His face
Speaker 2: was beautiful, if unusual and framed by what seemed to
Speaker 2: be a perfectly trimmed beard. Every now and then, a
Speaker 2: long forked tongue lipped around his lips in such a
Speaker 2: salacious way. Although his body was vaguely man shaped if
Speaker 2: you ignored the tail, of course, he still wasn't quite
Speaker 2: what she expected from a man. He was completely naked,
Speaker 2: his muscles ripped under his skin, vibrations moving up and
Speaker 2: down his body as he stood there basking in the
Speaker 2: early morning sun. His tail flicked from side to side
Speaker 2: as if it had a mind of its own. It
Speaker 2: was thick and strong, a tail intended for business, not
Speaker 2: just for show. As he turned, the muscled plane of
Speaker 2: his stomach glistened in the golden light. The hair on
Speaker 2: his chest moved in the morning breeze, almost like the
Speaker 2: wind brushing over the morning tide, forming a wonderfully artistic
Speaker 2: muriel over his sculptured chest, down, over his muscular stomach.
Speaker 2: Tatty whimpered as her eyes drifted lower. An acre erupted
Speaker 2: between her thighs at the sight of him, so long
Speaker 2: and wide, and he wasn't even erect. It took her
Speaker 2: all her will power to terr her eyes away knowing
Speaker 2: full well if she didn't, the dampness that was starting
Speaker 2: between her thighs was going to be teasing down her
Speaker 2: legs at any moment. He sniffed the air, momentarily, looking confused,
Speaker 2: as if he was trying to place a memory that
Speaker 2: didn't quite fit. Turning to Tatty, he said, we need
Speaker 2: to move. The masaidor will be looking for us. Tatty
Speaker 2: shook her head. Wait, I don't get this, she said,
Speaker 2: in disbelief. This is your home. Why are you being chased?
Speaker 2: Carollo sighed, his shoulders visibly dropping. It's probably more accurate
Speaker 2: to say it was our planet. The cassador appeared some
Speaker 2: twelve months ago and started hunting our women. As men,
Speaker 2: we are strong, but nowhere near as strong as we
Speaker 2: are when we have our women here. The Cassador knew
Speaker 2: this and hunted them all down. A sadness haunted his
Speaker 2: face as he turned toward the forest. They killed every
Speaker 2: last one. I thought I smelled one just now, but
Speaker 2: it must have been my imagination. Why were the women
Speaker 2: so important, Datty asked, curious. I'm perfectly aware this probably
Speaker 2: wasn't the time for this conversation. They had an essence
Speaker 2: a sever and when we tasted it, we became stronger,
Speaker 2: more aggressive, more territorial. So when they were butchered, we
Speaker 2: lost that. Pushing a hand over his bald head, he whispers,
Speaker 2: we need to find somewhere safe so we can plan
Speaker 2: our escape. Tatty just nodded. She had no idea where
Speaker 2: she was or how to get away from here right now.
Speaker 2: She was just grateful for this man or whatever he was.
Speaker 2: At least he wasn't trying to kill her, so that
Speaker 2: had to be a positive right holding his hand for hers,
Speaker 2: he lifted Tatty to her feet briefly as she took
Speaker 2: his hand. The heat emanating from his naked body was
Speaker 2: so intense she could feel it pressing over every pore.
Speaker 2: This was definitely not the time to be aroused, but
Speaker 2: damn if she didn't feel incredibly horny with him so close,
Speaker 2: so naked, and so ripped. As their hands gripped a
Speaker 2: little tighter, she was sure she could feel his huge
Speaker 2: cock twitching against her thigh, as if it was just
Speaker 2: starting to grow hard. Pulling her onward, he led her
Speaker 2: through the undergrowth. The morning dew on the leaves kissed
Speaker 2: at her naked thighs, taunting her with their icy caresses
Speaker 2: as they whipped at that most sensitive area. Something about
Speaker 2: being around this man distracted her so much, filled her
Speaker 2: mind with carnal thoughts, to the point that she realized
Speaker 2: she was just following him through the forest with no
Speaker 2: thought to why and where. So many questions that should
Speaker 2: have been burning through her mind there should have been
Speaker 2: forcing their way to her lips. Yet, for some reason,
Speaker 2: around him, they just vanished into nothing. The blood curling
Speaker 2: scream rose again a little way off. Caraleu did not
Speaker 2: pause or ask. He just started running, dragging Tatty behind him,
Speaker 2: the caress of the undergrowth becoming nothing but a determined whipping,
Speaker 2: sending pulses of pleasure moving through her body. Fuck, this
Speaker 2: was not the time to be turned on yet she
Speaker 2: was just a woman. How could she possibly not be
Speaker 2: turned on right now? Suddenly there was a metallic ringing
Speaker 2: sound close to her ear, as if someone had hit
Speaker 2: a long tube with a hammer. Before she had time
Speaker 2: to think, carroll Loo fell, sliding down a banking next
Speaker 2: to them, dragging Tatty with him. Once they eventually hit
Speaker 2: the bottom of the banking, Carrolou struggled back against the undergrowth,
Speaker 2: dragging tatty back, trying desperately to cover them both with
Speaker 2: the dense foliage. It was then that she saw the wound,
Speaker 2: the blood seeping from above his peck, as if he
Speaker 2: had been shot. Panicking, she lifted her night shirt and
Speaker 2: pressed it against the wound, trying to kneel over his
Speaker 2: strong thighs. With a lot of struggling, she just about
Speaker 2: managed to sit across one thigh. Disconcertainly, she could feel
Speaker 2: his muscles rippling up and down that leg as she
Speaker 2: tried to tender his wound, Lots of little muscles vibrating
Speaker 2: up and down his thigh, which was pressed tightly against
Speaker 2: her pussy. She was beginning to wonder if this was
Speaker 2: just some erotic dream. She had never felt so turned
Speaker 2: on in her life, and at such an inappropriate time.
Speaker 2: It must be the adrenaline, she can told herself. But damn,
Speaker 2: if her pussy was not dripping over his thigh, she
Speaker 2: could feel it throbbing in perfect symphony with the pulsing
Speaker 2: sensations moving up and down his leg. Without thinking, she
Speaker 2: pushed her pussy down onto his leg a little harder
Speaker 2: as she felt those vibrations kissing over a clip she
Speaker 2: could not help, but moan loudly. Call clutched wildly, the
Speaker 2: rising pleasure that flooded over her body, masking any inhibition,
Speaker 2: any reservation. Her legs clenched tightly around Caraleu's thigh, pulling
Speaker 2: it up against a pussy as she rocked her pelvis,
Speaker 2: rubbing her trembling folds against the length of his thigh,
Speaker 2: feeling his muscles massaging every desire in her body. Caroleu
Speaker 2: just watched her. His expression confused receiver. He whispered, tatty,
Speaker 2: let her hand rock to his thigh, rubbing her clit
Speaker 2: against his muscles with the thumb. Her orgasm burning like
Speaker 2: a wildfire through a body. She could do nothing but
Speaker 2: surrender to this pleasure, to let go. She knew if
Speaker 2: she did not let it go, then it would plague
Speaker 2: them both. What they tried to escape, they couldn't afford
Speaker 2: the distraction. Kralou poured her tight against him, and he
Speaker 2: raised his thigh, forcing her orgasm to explode through her body.
Speaker 2: The waves of pleasure flooded up and down, forcing gasp
Speaker 2: after gasp, moan after moan to escape her lips as
Speaker 2: her breathing slowed, her body still trembling curly silver eyes
Speaker 2: watched her with a curious intensity. Without saying a word,
Speaker 2: he reached down and placed his fingers around her wrist,
Speaker 2: pulling her hand back up from between her thighs, his
Speaker 2: gaze holding hers, he slid her thumb between his smiling
Speaker 2: lips his fork tongue, his fork tongue acrobatically dancing around
Speaker 2: her thumb, circling it, sucking it, licking every drop of
Speaker 2: cume from it, before he smiled and whispered a sever
Speaker 2: Tatty watched in amazement as the blood on his chest
Speaker 2: wound stopped flowing and the wound simply healed over. As
Speaker 2: he continued to suck her thumb, his already sizeable cock
Speaker 2: grew between her thighs, pressing against her pussy. His gaze intensified,
Speaker 2: holding her rigid with his glowing desire, the silver of
Speaker 2: his eyes transforming slowly moving to pale green, and as
Speaker 2: he continued to taste her thumb, they glistened with a
Speaker 2: jade green hue, the depth of their color a veritable
Speaker 2: chasm of desire to swallow. Tatty hole without warning, his
Speaker 2: tail flicked around her, encircling her before lifting her slightly,
Speaker 2: and then he slid down the banking, replacing her astride
Speaker 2: his face voraciously he ate at her pussy, his long
Speaker 2: tongue twisting and somehow pinching at her clip as it
Speaker 2: made broad strokes up and down the length of a pussy.
Speaker 2: She could feel the intensity of his breath as he
Speaker 2: sucked on her folds, willing every drop of juice from
Speaker 2: her body. It was as if his breath was grasping
Speaker 2: at every inch of a pussy, massaging it, rubbing it
Speaker 2: with animalllistic desire. Fuck, it was like he was dying
Speaker 2: of thirst and the only thing that would satisfy his
Speaker 2: need was the taste of her pussy. It felt so intense,
Speaker 2: but so fucking good. Tatty slid her fingers over his
Speaker 2: board crown as she rubbed her pussy over his mouth,
Speaker 2: the bristles of his beard, sending a new wave of
Speaker 2: pleasure ricocheting through a body. His fingers clasped tightly on
Speaker 2: her ass, pulling her in as his tongue pressed deeper,
Speaker 2: dragging the most intense orgasm she could remember through a body,
Speaker 2: forcing her to succumb to his passion, his need, his
Speaker 2: lips forcing her to surrender to her own carnal desires
Speaker 2: as his tail circled her breast, grasping them firmly, rubbing
Speaker 2: her erect nipples without a hint of sensitivity. Taty cried
Speaker 2: out in unrepentant pleasure, her voice echoing through the trees
Speaker 2: as every cell in her body erupted in a volcano
Speaker 2: of pleasure. Panting, she reached down for his hardculk. Fuck.
Speaker 2: She couldn't even get her fingers around it. How the
Speaker 2: hell was she going to take him inside her? Suddenly
Speaker 2: there was a snort from the trees at the top
Speaker 2: of the banking, as if some overgrown wild hog was
Speaker 2: pushing through the undergrowth. Without warning, Caralou moved her to
Speaker 2: one side as he leaped from beneath her. Somehow, the
Speaker 2: man that was just moments from death fifteen minutes ago
Speaker 2: was now leaping up her twenty foot banking as if
Speaker 2: it didn't exist. There were more sounds from above the banking,
Speaker 2: more grunts, barking, and then a squial, a long, drawn
Speaker 2: out squial that sounded above all else painful, before a
Speaker 2: wrenching sound that created images in Tatty's mind she would
Speaker 2: rather forget. A Few seconds later, Caraloo landed, destroyed her.
Speaker 2: Leaning down, his fingers pushed between her thighs, exploring the
Speaker 2: still trembling lips of a pussy, before lifting his hand
Speaker 2: triumphantly into the morning sun. His bright green eyes fixated
Speaker 2: on Tatty as he announced, receiver, we have work to do,
Speaker 2: Lots of work.