I'm stranegly drawn to it.

I'm still far enough away that I think I can escape. I think I can make it back to the woods, but I don't want to... I mean, I do want to. I wanna run and hide, but I don't do it. I find myself walking forward, being pulled in. The closer I get the more intense I feel it, like gravity.

Emma must be feeling the same way. She's clinging to it's arm (not that she could remove it if she wanted to) for dear life. Her face is more telling though, her lower lip is quivering and her eyes are glued on me as if waiting for some cue on how to act. Unfortunately, I have no freaking clue.

The brute glances up at me a few times as I approach. If its face displayed human emotions it seemed to be unsurprised, like it expected me (home from work, hun).

I had to clamor up the rock a bit. Sitting with its feet flat on the ground the hulk's lap is still several feet off of the ground. The thing smells like a farm (obviously Lus what did you you expect lavender?), but I reach my arms around its torso and nuzzle my face into its chest.

It has one arm around Emma's shoulder. Its horrid claws stroking her skin. In its other hand (paw?), is most of Emma's skull. The animal seems to be fascinated by her pale blond hair. The beast has pulled open her corset and I can see her heavy tits rise and fall as she breaths rapidly, almost hyperventilating.

She's clearly frightened, but she lifts one leg and straddles the monstrosity's thigh. She keeps eye contact with me while she begins grinding into it. Her look is almost apologetic. I understand her completely. I realize that I want more than anything to do the same. Then I realize that I'm already licking its huge pierced nipple.