It closes the gap

Another silenced bang echoed out from Nerra’s rifle, followed by her startled and panicked yelp, as the hound Rapi barreled fully into her, knocking the sniper to the ground. Her rifle skittered away, tottering on the edge of the nearby cliffs for half a second. Nerra found herself watching it, eyes wide as the precious rifle, her most prized possession, rocked once, then twice, then tilted fully and fell away, tumbling off the impossible heights of the cliff face. There was no way the weapon would survive the fall.

Of course, Nerra had other, far more urgent concerns—namely, the hound Rapi currently pinning her to the ground. Nerra tried to reach for her pistol, but the Rapi’s considerable weight on top of her made it difficult to move, and its snapping, foaming mouth made it even harder yet to focus. Nerra’s fast working mind barely had enough time to register and puzzle over the fact that the Rapi wasn’t actually biting her before that source of confusion was dispelled.

Both of the hound Rapi’s tentacles came up, raising themselves to level with the pinned Nerra. She let out a terrified scream, yelling high over the cliff face for anyone who could possibly hear here. Then, the Rapi sprayed her, hosing down the sniper from head to toe in aggressive spurts. Nerra did her best to maintain some degree of control over herself, she struggled to somehow not give in to the warm passion spreading through her, but even her honed will wasn’t up to the task, and she quickly felt her mind fading away. Glancing down, Nerra’s vision locked on the hound Rapi’s cock. It was large and throbbing, and Nerra couldn’t help but ache for it.