Page 8 of The Mating Games


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“Please!” I cried. “Please don’t do this! I don’t belong here!”

The creature snarled but it didn’t sound angry, only… fixated.

It leaned down and sniffed my sex before making purring sounds — so deep and loud that it reminded me of a powerful muscle car.

It raised its loin cloth at its waist — which was already raised by the impressive fleshy member underneath — and angled himself toward my sex.

“No!” I cried but it was no use.

He was going to enter me unless a miracle happened.

Scraawwwwk!

The huge male creature froze and peered over his shoulder in the direction of the odd noise.

It wasn’t the roar of my captor, but the sound of trees crashing and the unmistakable cries of another creature.

And then, as suddenly as my world had turned upside down, there wasanothermassive impact.

Another beast, similar in size but different in appearance, burst through the thick undergrowth.

Its skin was a radiant green with streaks of silver, its eyes a captivating shade of indigo.

It let out a challenging roar, its gaze fixed intently on my captor.

The monster holding me hesitated for a split second, allowing me to squirm and wrench myself free from its grasp.

Gasping for breath, I scrambled away from the two gargantuan creatures now sizing each other up, the new beast standing between me and my original pursuer.

Though I was relieved by the timely intervention, I knew I couldn’t just stay there.

My “savior” sported his own powerful erection and the desire in his eyes was just as keen as my first assailant.

Where the hell have I landed?!

* * *

The sight of the two behemoths clashing was both awe-inspiring andterrifying.

They appeared to come from entirely different worlds: one with thick, bristly fur, its body built like a fortress; the other sleek, its scales glinting in the dappled sunlight, moving with the speed and precision of a predator.

Their roars were deafening, a symphony of fury and aggression that shook the very ground beneath me.

They tore into each other with a savage grace, chunks of fur and scales flying amidst their gnashing and thrashing.

The raw power of their conflict acted as an anchor, keeping me rooted to the spot in both horror and fascination.

But the realization slowly dawned that if I remained, I could very well be collateral damage in their clash.

Not only that, but whichever one turned out to be the victor would only take me for itself and I would be back in the same situation before this lucky turn of events occurred.

So, gathering every ounce of courage, I slowly started to back away, my footsteps light to not draw their attention.

Every inch of distance I managed felt like a small victory.

I navigated carefully through the dense underbrush, the cacophony of the fight growing fainter as the thick foliage swallowed the sounds.

But even as the distance grew, my mind raced.

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