I'm probably not allowed to kick and hit my partner, I realized, but Khell was following, growling and snarling and roaring behind me, letting me hear him race closer. He was pleased with me, I was sure.

We were nearing a truly enormous tree, the trunk so broad both Khell and I could've stood comfortably inside of it together. I planned to weave left and then right, hoping to fool Khell, when I felt the waist of my dress snag in his grip.

I yelped and slipped free once, but I made the mistake of looking over my shoulder.

He was there, more massive and terrifying than ever, face wild with the chase, teeth bared. My breath caught in my chest, and then his arm snapped around my middle, hauling me off my feet.

"Keep fighting, little human," Khell growled. "I like to conquer."

And now that I was in the joy of being hunted, of running, it was easier to not just give in to his usual siren call over me. I thrashed, and Khell tipped us forward, catching the ground on his knees and free hand, still keeping me safe. He dropped me then, framing me against the ground with his body, laughing as I landed on my belly and tried to squirm forward.

He flipped me to my back easily, grinning down at me so brightly, I could only stare back for a moment. Then his hand reached between us, digging into the collar of my dress and ripping it down the middle. I shouted as cool, fresh air rushed over my breasts and reached a hand up to slap at Khell, but he only batted it back to the ground.

I twisted, fighting my way back onto my knees, and Khell flipped my skirt up, smacking me roughly on the ass and making me falter as I tried to stand, the burn on my flesh exquisite. My head hung for a moment as I caught my bearings.

"Khell," I gasped. My cunt was throbbing, and my nipples were tight.

"Do you give up, pet?" Khell growled.

I groaned and then let out a snarl of my own, throwing myself up and forcing myself back to my feet. Khell chuckled and rose with me, only letting me surge three steps forward to the massive tree. He snatched me up again, this time with his hand scooped up under my skirt, cupping my sex as he lifted me into the air, my back to his chest. My breasts were exposed in lace, my eyes falling shut at the wonderful pressure of his fingers on my sex, and I rocked into the touch.

Thick fingers twisted under the fabric, and I cried out at the brief scrape of dull claws over my clit and lips, the pinch and scratch of the taut fabric rubbing against me, then there was a rip, and cool air rushed over my feverish flesh.