You might have seen my Korrlok Week drabbles. Same deal here. Some of these take place in the same continuity, others don't.
This one earns the M rating.
Day 1: Mythology
There was a creature that existed only in the imaginations of the people of the Water Tribes, a creature that existed only to scare children and haunt ghost stories. It was called the wendigo.
He hovered above her on hands and knees, naked but for the mask on his face. He drank in the sight of her, naked and willing, anticipating beneath him.
The wendigo, they say, used to be human. A person usually becomes a wendigo when they become lost somewhere and begin to starve.
He didn't know how long it had been, since he'd last been in this position. Even then, it was meaningless. No emotion, no attachment, nothing but empty pleasure. Nothing like this.
It starts when they resort to cannibalism and feast on the forbidden flesh of their fellow man.
Finally, he entered her. Her breathy, pleasured mewls intoxicated him as he pumped in and out of her.
It was wrong on so many levels; their power struggle, their age difference, the enmity between them marred by lust. All of it made it taste so much sweeter.
A wendigo only becomes hungrier the more they eat.
His thrusts intensified, falling into a rhythm that grew faster and faster. The more he took, the more he wanted.
The wendigo grows bigger the more it eats.
He reached his climax, but he wouldn't allow it to end there. He pulled his length out and replaced it with his fingers until he was ready to feast again.