10-06-2008, 06:14 PM
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Pinned beneath Hybrid, he felt as if there was nothing to do except wait for his fate to come. He let his fingers drop from Hybrid’s back as the coyote repositioned himself over Pilot, and then the soft steady stoking of fingers found his chest. He rolled his head to the side, gazing out at the browned grasses surrounding and comprising Inferni’s territory. No one would find him. No one would even care to rescue him. With Pilot’s white frame pressed firmly in the dirt, Hybrid’s coat was easily camouflaged in the dried brush. Hybrid would break him and no one in the world would even notice.
His entire body pulsed, like one collective heart beat, as adrenaline, fear, and lust ripped through his veins. Already his breathing had grown heavier, but in anticipation - no, terror - of what was to come. With all the clumsiness of a virgin, Pilot’s hands found Hybrid’s hips. He closed his eyes, keeping his head turned slightly to the side as he felt the caressing drag of Hybrid’s tongue against his chest. He didn’t want to acknowledge that his body, in some respects, seemed to be enjoying this.