"Why would I let you go when I could drag you by those pretty gold locks down into the dark?" Khell's voice was full of all the roughest of his echo, and I pressed my thighs together, my sex squeezing. "I could stuff you full of cock and seed until you knew nothing else."

I squirmed in his hold and considered snapping at him that if he wanted me to run, he'd better quit with the dirty talk and start being actually frightening.

"Beast," I gasped out, and this time my arousal was obvious, Khell's nostrils flaring in answer, his snarl flashing into a brief grin.

"Do you know what tastes good to an orc? What flavors the cunt to our liking?"

I licked my lips. This game was failing terribly. I was ready to climb Khell, not run from him. "What?"

"Fear, sweat, panic," he hissed, expression growing stern and dangerous again.

Then you're shit out of luck, buddy.

"And I am hungry, little human. I am so hungry, I would sink my teeth into you. I'd drink you down and feast on you."

Khell's head ducked, and his teeth gripped gently at the curve of my neck and shoulder, tusks digging in more insistently until I whined at the dull pain.

He retreated and I was arched in his hold, breaths gasping, my hips pressing forward against his thigh for the comfort of pressure.

"You must run, petal," Khell whispered, the words vibrating over my skin, my eyes falling shut on a weak sigh. "You must run, if I'm to get my feast."

My body tightened all at once, and Khell's hands released me so suddenly that I might've fallen over if I wasn't immediately in motion. I don't know what direction I turned, only away, charging toward the trees. Khell'ar roared behind me, and a flood of birds took up from their nests with bright cries, my own winded shriek joining theirs.

He knew me so well. I was too giddy at every delicious and dangerous suggestion. I would never run, not unless it was for him. I was mastered so easily.

I was also not a runner. My lungs began to burn first, my breaths heaving with effort, my feet burning and aching in their flat and weak shoes, drumming pain up into my calves. The trees blurred around me, the ground uneven, and I swerved in a new direction. Was he following? Was he hunting me? His cum from the morning and my own arousal were sticky between my thighs, the running chafing.

Khell appeared suddenly from around a tree trunk on my right and I screamed, more out of surprise than terror. I stumbled back and hit a root with the heel of my foot, my balance faltering and sending me nearly to my ass, tree branches spinning above me.