m-To Catch a Thief
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The male beneath him yelped with fear. It finally sunk in that she didn't want to be appeased, the submission disappearing. It always did at the end. There was only so much one could take before the need to fight kicked in. Scrambling moved beneath her, Amy leaning back. Lazily she watched him roll away, desperately working to move away from her. His desperate scrambles were so sweet. He wasn't going to be able to escape her, even if she let him attempt it. Amy let him gain a few feet on her before stepping forwards again.

Deciding that he'd gotten far enough Amy smashed her foot into his back, stopping the movement. Grinning she leaned down close, letting his fear scent flood over her. Eyes closed in ecstasy, breathing in the scent she could never get enough of. Her private addiction. Reaching down she stroked her victim, almost purring. It's alright, I promise. You won't die. He would live, and tell others that stealing from her was the worst idea one could ever have. A single claw began scraping into his flesh, an ugly scarring mark, spelling out the word "Thief" in bold lettering.


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