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Amy had retreated to her own personal world inside her head, prodding at the craving she felt. Figuring out what exactly it was that she wanted was difficult. She was fairly certain it was some kind of meat, though figuring out what kind was difficult. Young meat, perhaps, with the requirement of being able to bend. The taste though, Amy couldn't seem to place what the taste was. She glanced down, noting the almost hypnotized way that Echo moved. Smiling her tail swished behind her. He was all hers now.
He moved closer, as if drawn to her by something more powerful than his own will. Amy smiled as she heard his words, chuckling a little. She wished she could take this wolf, to do what she would with him, bringing them both to the edge with pain and pleasure. She couldn't grant that right now, and it drove her mad beyond measure, having to settle for second best. Sure, Bring it to me while it's still alive. It is very rich. What a lousy description, but she was getting closer.
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