Desire WARNING: Contains Mature Content Timestamp: Winter 19, 494 AV A continuation of the events from Negotiations A full day had passed since Massacre and his tribe had attacked a small shelter along the road and taken the family resting there. The father had been sent back to Syliras and told if he wanted to see his family again he would have to return with enough food to feed the entire tribe for the rest of the season. They didn't expect him to be back for several days, however, and this was only the second. Of the two women taken, the older one had been given the task of educating the Zith children in the ways of the human world, to provide them a better understanding of those they would eventually come to hunt. The younger woman tended to the horse, and the children were left to their own devices under the careful watch of a small group of Zith females. Massacre watched the younger woman from a distance as she brushed the horse's mane. She fascinated him, and he could not deny her beauty either. Massacre had never been with a human before, though he could tell at least one Zith had had his way with her judging by the scratches in her body and torn clothing. The woman's foreign appeal was irresistible and Massacre knew he had to have her. As he approached the woman tensed and the horse whinnied. If she had any doubt as to what he wanted she had only to look between his legs to find the answer. "Please.. don't hurt me." Massacre smiled and took the woman's arm firmly in his hand. He leaned forward, pressing against her and took in the scent of her long dark hair. She smelled faintly of flowers, beautiful flowers. The woman did not fight him when he dragged her away from the horse. She was submissive and he liked that. She whimpered slightly as he led her away from the rest of the tribe. It wasn't that he was modest, but rather he did not want to be interrupted by the other males. Massacre led the woman into the trees, and when he was satisfied they were far enough away he stopped and turned to face her. |