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"Oh shit...He's on top of me...and he's so heavy. Don't let this get out of control. He'll kill you, unintentionally of course; but he's so strong and fierce he probably can't restrain himself." A haze began to settle into her brain under his intoxicating power and presence. She could practically smell the testosterone coursing through him.

"You can't hide it from me." A hiss escaped through his teeth.

_ "Stop this now, before it goes too far. He's probably too big. He'll injure me. Oh, but look at those muscles...he's so powerful. NO! No. Stop thinking like that. My pelvis will be shattered. How can I explain that to the EMT's? If I live, that is." _ Her body and mind waged war with one another for a few moments, her mind finally shaking away the fog and emerging victorious. "Better take action before he gets too excited."

"Oro, get off of me! I can't breathe." She boldly lifted her hands and pushed against his chest in a futile attempt to move him.

He cackled, amused by her fear and even more so by her actually trying to shove him aside. Weighing in at a rough 260 pounds, he was well planted on top of her and didn't intend on changing his position. But just to be sure he wouldn't cut off her air supply, he lifted himself slightly, but not enough for her to wriggle out from beneath him.

After a little gasping and a moment to regulate her breathing, she tried to harden her gaze at him. "What the Hell are you doing?"

The massive creature lowered his face to hers, so close that she felt his hot breath. Her skin pebbled with goosebumps. She was almost sure he was about to bite her head off. Her gaze faltered with fear.

"Playing with my food."

"...You're an asshole." It was all she could muster up in her state of terror and arousal.

And with that comment, he backed off of her and up the wall like a gecko. Despite his tremendous size, he possessed impeccable balance and was surprisingly dexterous. His talons sank into the wall as he scaled the ceiling until he was directly above her. From here, he could safely observe her without pissing her off again. He gazed down at her, and tilted his head slightly.

Her reactions to his advances were intriguing...and confusing. The scent of sexual arousal emanated heavily from her, and yet she resisted him. She pushed him away when she clearly wanted to mate. There was no question in his mind, he wanted her, and knew she wanted him; no matter how different they were from one another. They may not be the same species, but they are both intelligent and sentitent beings. And he was male, and she a female. And a fine specimen of her kind. Healthy and strong, she was what any male would seek in a mating partner. In his book, they were a compatible pair. A treat like this was too rare and too entertaining to waste.

To her horror, he released his grip on the ceiling and like a cat, twisted his lithe body in mid-air and landed on top of her...again. But this time, the bed failed to support their combined weight. The frame collapsed in a cacaphony of splintering wood and squeaking metal springs.

"Son of a bitch!" She meant to scream it, but in her state of shock, it was dulled to a mutter.

Still reeking of fear, she tried to scramble backwards, but he held her in place, grasping her arms with powerful hands so she couldn't move away. Ignoring the fact that he had just shattered her bed beyond repair, he nuzzled her neck, running his unnaturally long tongue over the tender flesh. Drawing out the heavenly smells (or tastes, rather) of desire by licking her stimulated his senses like nothing else.

"Oro!" She shreiked, partially from panic, partially from pleasure.

His quills flared in excitement, and he lashed his tongue across her throat again. His name on her lips was ...intoxicating. He wanted to hear her, make her scream it.

Something flipped inside her, her heart skipped a beat. Those deadly teeth were mere centimeters from her jugular, but despite her instincts screaming at her to fight him off and flee, she shivered and leaned her head back. The monster growled softly. She was both extremely turned on and irrefutably intimidated by him. Her face had gone numb, her heart rate increasing with every burning look, each exploring touch. One of those huge clawed hands released her left wrist and trailed over her collarbone, down her sternum. Sure that any second those talons would plunge into her ribcage and tear out her pounding heart, she braced herself for the pain. Her crosswired nerves, however, felt the claws gently grazing her skin, and she shuddered; the danger this predator and prey situation encompassed was such a rush. The hand stopped for a second, Oro resumed his purr of contentment, then retraced the path over her collarbone and chest. She found herself trembling with excitement, this creature was all masculine strength and predatorily beautiful. As she writhed with pleasure, her thigh brushed against something that wasn't there before. A sudden cold shock swept over her as reality slammed home. Although she was too terrified to look, she knew what it was.

Maybe she'd hoped Oro was, as her shrink called it, "a mere figment of her drug-inspired imagination". Or that if by some miracle, she wasn't crazy and he was a living, breathing entity, he wouldn't be built so much like a man. But man or beast, real or imaginary, Oro was making her feel; not even morphine could compare to this...euphoria. In fact, every substance she'd subjected her body to paled in comparison to this head-swimming sensation that wracked her body and mind. Maybe Oro, maybe...this was the ultimate drug she had been searching for.

Against her better judgement, she allowed her eyes to fall upon what made Oro a male. Somehow, she found herself one-upping her fear and arousal. The first thing she noticed was that for a human or whatever-the-fuck species he was, his organ was large. The second thing was that it was jet black; the contours of protruding veins beneath the skin gleamed in the dim light of her room. Other than it being big, black, and alien, it wasn't too different from the usual fare.

But that didn't change the inevitable truth: This was going to HURT.