"...fuck...me..."

You hesitate, and she looks up, staring at you hungry ochre eyes. "Need... Cock... Ffuuuuuuckkkk..." You almost pull the trigger, but she bats the gun from your hand with her claw, making it skid across the concrete floor to the other side of the room. You turn, attempting to run, but you feel her claws around your leg and you trip. You flip yourself to face her. She's towering over you like a giant, the flashlight only illuminating her lower body, but you can see her glinting grin through the darkness. "Fuuuuck you... Need to... Fuuuuck you..." She falls on you like a deadweight, her body pressing against yours, with her hands wrapped around your wrists, holding them in place. She drools like a predator that just caught their prey, the warm gooeyness oozing down your face. She growls triuphantly, her body arching back, to tell everyone in the garage that you are hers.

She bares her teeth and although you struggle, she bites down hard on your shoulder, gnawing through the shirt. You scream as she tears off a mouthful, your crimson dripping down her chin like on a cheeky child. She splits your pants in twain with one movement, and grinds her hips against yours, her snatch as moist as a wet towel. You feel faint and turn pale as you feel the blood that you need to live rush to your cock, and you curse your libido under your breath.

She gives your cheek a long lick, leaving a trail of your own blood on your face. "Fuuuuuckk... Must fuuuuck..."