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The pain was over. Those overwhelming sensations left a soft, pleasurable throb through her veins much similar to the taking of opium. Marguerite could feel the throbbing subside just minimally, just enough to allow her to move freely. There was that insistent pull to go back that carcass of the compy, to taste the salty blood and let it slide down her throat like the finest wine. To render the flesh to useless scraps and swallow the soft material like caviar. Her mind was not so completely gone that she could not make comparisons to her life as a woman with a full intact common sense. She could still smell the copper scent upon her clothes; the dinosaur's blood and her own intermixed with her sweat and the dirt that she had laid upon not an hour ago.
Why was she drawn to this darkness? Why?
She licked her full lower lip, tasting that tangy flavour that still lingered, reddening her lips to full rouge. Marguerite breathed deeply as she stood still. There it was.cologne, a spicy aroma that was so.him. There was an added musk to it, one that made her body yearn to find him. However, her mind felt like it was being split in two by the incessant sound of a call, much like a dog to a whistle. Groaning softly, she began to move again, rotating her head and neck to the sound of a satisfying crunch. The earth felt different, even under her leather boots. It felt like the very soil was throbbing like a beating pulse beneath a thin layer of skin, and it felt wonderful. The urge to run came again as she propelled herself forward, feeling the wind rip through her torn and bloodied clothing as she ran. Without a thought to it, her feet moved over the roots of the trees, over the uneven ground without a faltering step. It was as if she could feel everything before it would happen. An incredible sensation it was.
Like all animals, Marguerite found herself racing towards a faint ozone scent, one that practically sung of life into her feral mind. The animals in her way, predator or prey, eyed her warily before they caught that faint odour about her that sent them into a confused panic, the odour of a human with madness to it. The prey animals raced off, while the predators warily backed up, soft growls and hisses filling the air. Whatever this female creature was they wanted no part of it.
Marguerite merely snarled in return as she stripped her over-jacket and boots off, the arms of her shirt already torn. The water lapped at her toes as it rippled because of the falling of dirt into its otherwise pristine surface. Marguerite's head snapped up from her crouched position, her eyes watching the shrubs that guarded the one side from offending eyes. She took in a deep breath again, exhaling slowly when her new senses told her nothing. Slowly, she bent her head back down, concentrating on removing the offending boots.
There was a sickening crunch as a body met hers at full speed, pinning her down expertly. She growled deep in her throat, nails raking out to scratch at the face near hers. Her legs shoved at the body, the force behind her kicks one of rage and desperation. At least.the theory of shoving this body off was good.
The effect of her hands being slammed down above her head was as if she had been tranquilized. The effect of the hardened body against hers made her tremble. Her entire body went soft and yielding, submissive although the mind protested this easy obedience to the feel of a stronger body against her own. Marguerite breathed heavily through her mouth, grimacing as a mouth descended to taste the blood she had not wiped off from her mouth. She could feel the soft flicking of a tongue upon them, sucking at the stained lips to take in the remnants of the blood.
A deep growl issued from her captor as his hands shifted, seeming to force her wrists deep into the soil. The force of it was enough to make her flinch again at the pain as she reacted the only way a proper lady should. Her teeth caught his lower lip and bit down hard, tasting his blood in her mouth to replace the salty but bitter taste of the reptiles with a different, warmer tangy flavour. A hand caught her by her chin, shoving her chin up to reveal her neck. A primitive instinct deep within her began to command her to struggle as the hold tightened. It was too perfect of a position for Marguerite's slim neck to be broken.
That was hardly the intention it would seem as the hand softened again, and the soft mouth kissed her on the slightly ticklish spot of her neck. Teeth grated against her skin, and Marguerite's more female side responded to this seductive treatment by moving into the hand. The creature she was becoming chided at her for responding to this soft treatment, this seduction, and it shoved at her to act. Marguerite dug her nails into the hand that still held her wrists, feeling the teeth at her neck suddenly bite sharply enough to injure, but not kill. Once again, she felt her entire begin go submissive as her hands went into his hair, tugging his mouth up to claim it with her mouth.
Her tongue taste his blood still upon his lips, flicking it deep into her throat as she felt the touch soften as her hands were released to allow him to shove the buttons of her clothing apart. A soft growl was issued as she raked her teeth over his tongue, feeling his hands tighten about her waist suddenly, pulling her into him as she gyrated her hips in their primitive rhythm that told what she wanted at the moment. Him.
Author's note: MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I finally submitted and wrote this down finally. Sorry if it isn't that good, and I AM Sorry that I can't go fully into it, but this is the R-rated section, people!!! Thank you for all of the great reviews!!!
The pain was over. Those overwhelming sensations left a soft, pleasurable throb through her veins much similar to the taking of opium. Marguerite could feel the throbbing subside just minimally, just enough to allow her to move freely. There was that insistent pull to go back that carcass of the compy, to taste the salty blood and let it slide down her throat like the finest wine. To render the flesh to useless scraps and swallow the soft material like caviar. Her mind was not so completely gone that she could not make comparisons to her life as a woman with a full intact common sense. She could still smell the copper scent upon her clothes; the dinosaur's blood and her own intermixed with her sweat and the dirt that she had laid upon not an hour ago.
Why was she drawn to this darkness? Why?
She licked her full lower lip, tasting that tangy flavour that still lingered, reddening her lips to full rouge. Marguerite breathed deeply as she stood still. There it was.cologne, a spicy aroma that was so.him. There was an added musk to it, one that made her body yearn to find him. However, her mind felt like it was being split in two by the incessant sound of a call, much like a dog to a whistle. Groaning softly, she began to move again, rotating her head and neck to the sound of a satisfying crunch. The earth felt different, even under her leather boots. It felt like the very soil was throbbing like a beating pulse beneath a thin layer of skin, and it felt wonderful. The urge to run came again as she propelled herself forward, feeling the wind rip through her torn and bloodied clothing as she ran. Without a thought to it, her feet moved over the roots of the trees, over the uneven ground without a faltering step. It was as if she could feel everything before it would happen. An incredible sensation it was.
Like all animals, Marguerite found herself racing towards a faint ozone scent, one that practically sung of life into her feral mind. The animals in her way, predator or prey, eyed her warily before they caught that faint odour about her that sent them into a confused panic, the odour of a human with madness to it. The prey animals raced off, while the predators warily backed up, soft growls and hisses filling the air. Whatever this female creature was they wanted no part of it.
Marguerite merely snarled in return as she stripped her over-jacket and boots off, the arms of her shirt already torn. The water lapped at her toes as it rippled because of the falling of dirt into its otherwise pristine surface. Marguerite's head snapped up from her crouched position, her eyes watching the shrubs that guarded the one side from offending eyes. She took in a deep breath again, exhaling slowly when her new senses told her nothing. Slowly, she bent her head back down, concentrating on removing the offending boots.
There was a sickening crunch as a body met hers at full speed, pinning her down expertly. She growled deep in her throat, nails raking out to scratch at the face near hers. Her legs shoved at the body, the force behind her kicks one of rage and desperation. At least.the theory of shoving this body off was good.
The effect of her hands being slammed down above her head was as if she had been tranquilized. The effect of the hardened body against hers made her tremble. Her entire body went soft and yielding, submissive although the mind protested this easy obedience to the feel of a stronger body against her own. Marguerite breathed heavily through her mouth, grimacing as a mouth descended to taste the blood she had not wiped off from her mouth. She could feel the soft flicking of a tongue upon them, sucking at the stained lips to take in the remnants of the blood.
A deep growl issued from her captor as his hands shifted, seeming to force her wrists deep into the soil. The force of it was enough to make her flinch again at the pain as she reacted the only way a proper lady should. Her teeth caught his lower lip and bit down hard, tasting his blood in her mouth to replace the salty but bitter taste of the reptiles with a different, warmer tangy flavour. A hand caught her by her chin, shoving her chin up to reveal her neck. A primitive instinct deep within her began to command her to struggle as the hold tightened. It was too perfect of a position for Marguerite's slim neck to be broken.
That was hardly the intention it would seem as the hand softened again, and the soft mouth kissed her on the slightly ticklish spot of her neck. Teeth grated against her skin, and Marguerite's more female side responded to this seductive treatment by moving into the hand. The creature she was becoming chided at her for responding to this soft treatment, this seduction, and it shoved at her to act. Marguerite dug her nails into the hand that still held her wrists, feeling the teeth at her neck suddenly bite sharply enough to injure, but not kill. Once again, she felt her entire begin go submissive as her hands went into his hair, tugging his mouth up to claim it with her mouth.
Her tongue taste his blood still upon his lips, flicking it deep into her throat as she felt the touch soften as her hands were released to allow him to shove the buttons of her clothing apart. A soft growl was issued as she raked her teeth over his tongue, feeling his hands tighten about her waist suddenly, pulling her into him as she gyrated her hips in their primitive rhythm that told what she wanted at the moment. Him.
Author's note: MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I finally submitted and wrote this down finally. Sorry if it isn't that good, and I AM Sorry that I can't go fully into it, but this is the R-rated section, people!!! Thank you for all of the great reviews!!!