Attack!

The Beast grinned lopsidedly, as he watched the girl enter the alleyway, from his shadowy perch on the roof above her. His yellow eyes gleamed as he looked her over. She was just his type. Mousy, naive, blonde, and most importantly; foolish. Slowly, silently, he followed the girl deeper into the alley, preparing his attack. Why doesn't anyone ever look up , he mused to himself before jumping down to the street with barely a sound. The girl, despite her vigilance, never saw him coming.

His clawed hand wrapped itself into her hair as he pushed her face first into the wall. Her smell was both familiar and intoxicating, I know this one, the Beast thought, but from where? He became hard, his member pushing against the laces of his shredded pants as he ran one clawed hand down her body stopping on her hip as her realized exactly who she was. His growl turned into a deep dark chuckle that was perhaps even more terrifying than his growl. You're that Parlour maid that started last week. How delicious. Suddenly a soft but commanding voice arose from the Beast subconcious. Do Not Touch Her You Filthy Monstosity! She is MINE! The Beast moved lower light scraping the girls thigh and pulling up the hem of her dress mocking the voice, _Yours is she, Lordling? Seems she's mine right now. In fact I could ruin her , stretch her and mar her so no man would desire her ever again. Better yet I'll make you watch while I make her my willing ****; addicted to my cock and turned into my personal fuckdoll. What do you think m'lord shall we take her back to the cages to amuse us? Or..... the icy laughter now resounding within the warring mind, perhaps I'll will defer to you this once and make a game of it. Let you woo her, love her, just to prove everything you desire, I will in the end, be mine. Shall we see once and all who is the strongest with the girl as the prize?_