Internal turmoil

Hunter waited, listening to her small noises and scenting the air until he had a pretty definite idea of where she was. He didn't know if she realised he was in the room or not. Her senses were no where close to his hyper-sensitized hearing and sense of smell, but he couldn't be sure.

Part of him wanted to pounce on her, scare the daylights out of her and ravish her where she lay, plunging his stiffening cock into her until he was utterly sated. Another part relished the thought of scaring her into flight, making her flee through the darkness while he pursued her, caught her and fucked her. A final, gentler part of him wanted to try to put her at her ease if possible, show her that he meant no harm....and then fuck her....he told himself, his lips curling back from his fangs as he thought of the pleasures of her young body.

As he mulled the choices over he was suddenly aware of a fourth choice trying to press through his mind. A choice he rejected, but that was so powerful he could not ignore. A savage, bestial choice of savage ****, that would leave the girl gutted and slain, his muzzle and claws scarlet with her blood.

The more he delayed his decision, the more the savage alternative seemed to press to the forefront of his mind. The fierce berserker alternative that offered vicious, murderous joy.

Enough, he told himself.

It was time to act.