The Running One

Instinct takes over as you see the back of the figure scrabbling for something on the ground.

With a roar you lunge forward, your eyes focused on the now crouched figure, the girl forgotten as you ready yourself to tear this one apart.

Suddenly, as you are mere inches from your target, you feel a blossom of pain in the right side of your face. Your vision blurs and smear as you wince from the pain a burning stench filling your nostrils.

Half blinded you barrel forward and straight into the trunk of a tree, the **** enough to push the air from your lungs. Staggering backwards you claw at your face, you feel prickles of pain as glass cuts into your skin and your nose burns.

You flair around, roaring in anger and pain, your heart starting to pound even harder. Then, as quick as it came, you feel the pain in your face fade away. The burning in your nose seems to ease as well, even as your blood hammers ever faster in your ears and your rage only seems to grow.

Slowly your eyes begin to focus again and you see a figure swim into focus on the other side of the fire. Even in the feeble light of that guttering fire you can clearly see it is a female. Her body bare aside from complex webs of white symbols that almost seem to glow against her ebony skin.

As if on cue you become aware of the pulsing length of your cock, fully erect and throbbing almost painfully between your legs.

All thought vanishes as you lunge for this new target.