[Capture]

Is it even worth asking yourself at this point?

Keep laying low like a deranged pajama-clad jungle cat and bide your time. The prey is heading straight for your mouth. What are you gonna do, **** on it? Might as well write a memoir of how it outsmarted the barefoot dumbass in the bushes.

There it is, that fire that dragged you through thorns and mosquito orgies like a caveman! Get her!

...

Anticipation sends a rush throughout your body. Blood pounds in your ears, heartbeat slow and heavy. She's only a few feet away.

Her waist is severely lacking... In tools, what else? There's just the loincloth to her wide hips, riding up a leg for better range of movement. Dangling from her neck, a fine strand of something woven into a necklace holds a wolf tooth, brushing some poor, wrapped up bunny 'round her chest at every step. She must've liked the fur enough to keep it, or just didn't bother to scalp the cottontail.

Not exactly combat-ready unless she plans to stab you with the wolf tooth. Or claw at you. No, scratch that. She's done her nails. Maybe wrestle you into submission and **** you **** with her plump thighs...

...Focus, you horndog. You're getting the wrong kind of heat.

I know you can't refrain but at least wait for her to land in your hands. I get that your eyes are drawn to places against your will. The stomach sticking out the slightest bit that drops into a V, and the green button, like a grape you could pluck off the vine with your lips. The careless show of cleavage. Breasts as big as the fat neighborhood cat.

Yeah, her face is pretty too. Small nose. Eyes like a mountain lion's, sharp pupils on yellow... Oddly attractive. Thin chin. Lips more red than pink. And how oblivious she is to everything, smiling and going her happy way.

Done. Looked at her, cheerful little thing. Time to pounce!

...

As soon as she steps into your strike zone, you tense your body, inching closer.

She pauses. Ears shoot up. Grass sounds off... Sniff. Alarm.

Rise. Hand. Mouth. Drop. The majestic bush crocodile claims the clueless cave deer.

The drop lands you on your back with her on top of you. Hot, heavy breaths tickle the inside of your palm, the vibrations of her voice stifled before they can turn into a scream. Quickly, you wrap your other arm around her waist to prevent a kick that might launch her out of your grasp, rolling her underneath you with a twist of the body.

"Hmm!... Mph! Mmm!" She raises her head to look at her friends, eyes wide. None of the sounds she makes turn into that magic one she hoped would slip through your fingers. In her uncontrolled arm flail, she accidentally slaps your sword with a clank loud enough to wake the dead. Pause...

Guess she’s figured out you’re more than just a half-dressed idiot in nightclothes.

"If you don't stop, I'll have to hurt you. Stop or pain," you whisper in her ear, your cheek forcefully pressed against the side of her head. Fingers creep up her skin and to her neck, wrapping in a slow, deliberate coil. No sudden moves.

She gulps.

Panic flickers behind those lashes, eyes rolled to the side, hoping to get a look of her captor. Having had every option shut off, she hums two quick "Uh-ums", conceding her body to your whims.

Finally, she’s moving less. It's not out of reason. It feels more habitual than hopeful. It’s that freeze-flavored kind of fear, like a herbivore playing dead and praying you’re full. Too meek to scare, too alive to kill. Just a plaything for your bored hands.

You rest more weight on her, your cheek sinking further into her shoulder-length, black hair. Her left ear twitches to the rhythm of your breath and sweeps your chin with gentle brushes. She smells like the wilderness, like rain and the sourness of forest bloom.

You take a deep breath...

As you exhale, it comes out shaky, a foreign feeling spreading from the pit of your heart... Being in control is intoxicating.

She's burning with an infectious heat that saps your body of its strength, her strong pulse hammering your chest like it wants out. She'd be a great bedwarmer for the colder months... If only you could take her with you, you'd creak that bed back home to an inch of its life... She makes your head light, melts your crotch as you push your bulge deeper between her ass cheeks.

You feel as if ants are crawling all over your body. Maybe they are, but you no longer care. Her squirming has become a dick grind that only makes you more fuck-hungry as your hips thrust back against her weak struggle.

Your lips part as you lower your head, face rubbing affectionately against her as your tongue slithers out. It worms its way down the rim of her ear. Stupid thing shouldn't look that inviting. Long, green, with rounded ends, and trembling like a leaf in a breeze that knows teeth are close. It twitches away, and your tongue gives chase, the tease ending in that gentle bite she tried so hard to avoid. Chewy and tasteless, but so filling for the craves that overwhelm you.

"Ah! Uhm?!..." She throws a twitchy question your way, wrapped in the kind of squeak you'd expect from something that grazes for fun.

"You should know why I'm here," you playfully growl back.

"...Uhm..." Her eyes dart to the cave, then back to you. "...Nuh-uh..."

Of course, there's a good chance it was that useless bunch that brought a wolf to their den, but aware of the hard, throbbing thing on butt inspection duty, she can't tell if you're there to fuck them or fuck them up.

While she thinks, your lips mark every inch of her face, pecks and kisses and all in between.

"I'll take my hand off your mouth. Don't scream. Shh, got it?"

"Uh? Uh-um!" She nods, voice bouncy with hope as she's fed another dose of mercy.

As you release one hand, your thumb glides on her moist lips and hooks the corner of her mouth. "Don't bite."

"Non't this, non't that. Non't, non't... But human bite Kaasx. Human hurt Kaasx. Human lie," she whispers pitifully, mocking a bite of your hand.

"I didn't lie. You're still moving." You set your teeth to her shoulder, ready to serve the appetizer. Smooth and fragile, with notes of bone. Slowly, you add **** to your bite, your hips working her butt with wider motions as she remains keen on ignoring the elephant in the ass.

"Hhh-ah!" Kaasx moans, her neck leaning into your bite, every sound restrained the best she can. "No, no! Kaasx stop! Never hear human bite gobbo!"

"Oh, I don't want to bite you but I'm just so, so hungry. My home was robbed, and my-my neighbors were hurt in unimaginable ways..." you reply, sarcasm-laced pity.

"..." She freezes, her comeback late and lacking teeth. "...Kaasx never hurt human..."

"What about those bald idiots inside the cave?"

Her shoulders dip, the words heading a dangerous way. She has no way to retort this time, just air in her throat and a look that screams injustice. Kaasx is Kaasx and bald idiot is bald idiot, but does human care?

"...Ehm... Eat with Kaasx?" she asks, tone cutesy in a last-ditch attempt to placate you.

"Eat Kaasx?" You pretend to take another mouthful of her, turning your fangs to her neck.

"No, no, no! Non't eat Kaa-Ahah-uhum!" she coughs to mask the giggle in her moan.

At least she seems into it, whatever that semblance of resistance is supposed to be for.

"Kaasx," you whisper her name. "Can you feel it?"

"..." The corner of her mouth twists into a cheeky smirk.

"Kaa-"

"...Un," Kaasx interrupts with a positive note. What's there not to feel? Two messenger pigeons could comfortably perch on it and still leave room for a small sparrow if they're generous. "...Human like Kaasx?"

"..." Do you? You want to fuck her so you guess you do. But you don't want to admit it no matter how obvious you make it. It's like there's a knot in your throat whenever the words want to come out.

Silence. She giggles, then turns her head, teeth holding your hand like a hunting trophy. And what an obscene look... It's the kind of mischief-filled grin foxes have in folk tales as they rob you blind, blush running from cheek to cheek. "Hehe... Human like Kaasx."

Sigh

Guess you'll lose your first to a goblin... She seems to have some fun ideas in mind, very eager to share.