[M] You + [M]e = Bad News

Palaydrian Soul · 05-29-2012, 01:00 PM

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Palaydrian felt like her heart would beat right out of her chest and she became more and more painfully aware of the weight from the coyote straddling her. There was no way she’d be able to push him off even if she got her hands free, he was too strong for her and all her struggling had already expended so much precious energy. A whine kept catching in her throat with each pant of breath, but she didn’t allow it to bubble to the surface. No, she wouldn’t give her attacker the pleasure of knowing how mad with fear she was now.

Her ears lay flat against her splayed out wild hair as she turned her head slightly when the brute growled in her face. Her eyes immediately sprung open at his accusation. She was not a liar or a thief! About to open her mouth in protest, she thought it wise to stay silent for the time being, and perhaps use the stranger’s moment of thought to search for anything she could use to her advantage. Sadly, everything was out of her pinned reach, and there was still the obstacle of getting him off her. Drin was fucked and she knew it.

The grin that washed over the coyote’s mouth only strengthened the screaming fear in her veins. She had seen that sadistic look before on Arlo’s face just before he was preparing to mount her against her will. Luckily she had gotten away, but now she felt herself being consumed with this new thought. What if the stranger meant to do what Arlo had intended? The golden fae knew she needed to get away and quick, especially at his next comment. She squirmed beneath him as his muzzle traced down her neck before his jaws firmly bit down. The memory of this same thing happening to her was almost overwhelming.

Panic drove her heartbeats and made her lay still, this was a show of dominance and it would only get worse if she struggled. Drin remained docile as the fangs withdrew from the soft fur of her exposed neck. Aram. She’d remember that name until she died, but his talk of leaving his mark sent her fear overboard. The young female began kicking wildly again and wiggling her body to get away. If she could just get him off his balance and off of her, she could make a run for it, but he was like the rider on a bucking bronco. You’ll never know my name! She spat, suddenly hating everything about this stranger and everything his words promised. Help! She began screaming, maybe someone would be in the area and hear her call.

Table Credit to Cait and Code Credit to Mel <3.

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