{"sf1_id":1213778,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Predator and Prey","author":"Tormey","words":1567,"posted_at":"2017-07-20T14:56:00.000Z","tags":["Digestion","Female","Love","Male","Predator/Prey","Romance","Vore (soft)"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1213778-predator-and-prey","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1213778","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1213778\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"I love how this turned out despite its simplistic layout. I'm working on setting up a patreon that will connect to both my writing, and to possibly another project I'm working on. Depends really.\nI had some songs I was listening to over and over again while writing this. I'd list them but I already did that once on FA. Call me lazy. If you're curious and want to PM me about a piece you might like to have done. I'll happily tell you my TOS as I haven't gotten around to posting or remaking them yet.\nI love constructive and encouraging feedback.","content":"She owns you the moment you see her.\n\nShe knows it too.\n\nThat spark, that lightening strike to your nerves from heaven.\n\nYour heart races. You feel like you're at top of that hill on a roller coaster.\n\nYou know the one.\n\nThe scent of your fear draws her closer. You sink further into your seat.\n\nShe sits down and gives you a smile.\n\nYou can see every moment of it. Each feature carrying a message only you understand.\n\nHer smile: It's nice to meet you. Mind if I sit?\n\nHer posture: I'm not going to hurt you, relax.\n\nHer eyes. Her eyes are the key. Those eyes: I'm hungry. I'm hunting you.\n\nShe says hello and it shatters your defenses.\n\nYou shakily say hi back. She lays her arms on the table.\n\nShe asks you what you're doing all alone.\n\nYou feel the temptation to just pour yourself out to her. Something tells you deep down to just dump it all. Yet you know you're in the presence of a hunter. Your instincts and sense are strong enough to at least make you respond with a simple explanation. You enjoy watching people.\n\nShe chuckles, her eyes becoming inviting and hypnotic in their understanding as she tells you she likes watching people too.\n\nYour flesh, and your body are trying to hijack you. You want to tackle her and let her ravish you till there's nothing left. Which you know is going to be the case eventually no matter what you do.\n\nYou claw at your instincts, try to keep your head above water. You can't find words because there's a painful lump in your throat. You can't focus because you keep looking at her features.\n\nShe's not muscular, or very athletic or overly attractive like a super model in any respect. However you can't help but imagine giving her everything because she seems nice.\n\nYou're a hopeless romantic. Drawn to sensuality like a moth to flame.\n\nShe knows it but she's clearly pleased with your self control. She offers to get you a drink. You shake your head.\n\nWater is fine for you.\n\nThere's silence for awhile, its not awkward at all. In fact its charged like the air before a thunderstorm.\n\nYou breath a sigh of relief internally as your hunter takes a small amount of pity on you.\n\nShe talks about something she knows you like, she knows because she hunts your type.\n\nYou don't care, anything to get rid of the incredible tension that's keeping you from showing how confident you can really be.\n\nA conversation happens. Before you know it within a twenty minute span you're almost acting like close friends.\n\nLaughter. Smiles. To you, there's a war on. Inside your head you're trying to figure out if she's the kind of hunter that wants to make something serious. Or just steal you away for a one night trip into that darkness you try to avoid like the plague.\n\nYou value your life. You value your existence.\n\nIts at this point your own ability to hunt surfaces. You start probing. Testing the waters.\n\nShe talks about living a good life. A lonely one but she survives because she takes care of herself.\n\nSomething you're just learning to do. You nod, and offhandedly ask how serious she'd want to make her next relationship.\n\nShe says it. The one answer that makes you ready to patiently play the game for months, years, if you have to.\n\nShe says she's done dealing with those short term men. She wants something that gives her a never-ending satisfaction. She's ready to fight that endless battle for the perfect combined life.\n\nYou smile confidently, and begin to work your own magic on her. All of a sudden you see her confidence waver. Your eyes narrow. Yes, your position and outcome is still the same but the power has shifted.\n\nYou get her to show a different side. She's pleased with being on the receiving end of being hunted for.\n\nBefore you know it, its time to part. You exchange numbers.\n\nYou burry yourself in your work because you have to. Emotions cloud you and you don't want to make a mistake.\n\nShe calls. You meet up again. She's dressed more casually, more like herself rather than wearing the garb of the predator.\n\nYou watch a film. You go out to eat. You talk about your work. You talk about the world.\n\nYou separate again.\n\nYou smile more often now. She texts you, you text her back.\n\nDays become weeks. Weeks months.\n\nMonths become years.\n\nShe's still your hunter, you can sense it.\n\nYou pop that one question. Feeling that its the only way to proceed towards what you both want.\n\nShe cries and falls to her knees with you. You twist your tails together.\n\nYou decide to do it right together. Get counseling.\n\nYou take her to church with you, and you see the prey in her. Its understandable.\n\nThe concept of the One. The Truth. Something steering the world, something loving.\n\nYou do this with her and one day she feels it. She bursts into tears when sitting next to you on a sunday. You frown, but rub her shoulder.\n\nYou take her to your place. You sit and talk. She says she felt Him. She opens up about a past littered with scars. A desire to grow and fight it off.\n\nShe's ready now.\n\nIt only takes another month or so for you guys to be cleared by your counselor.\n\nHappiness, joy, sometimes shared sadness spent holding hands thinking about a past that somehow echoed between the two of you.\n\nThe wedding is small. Just family and friends. Her parents don't seem to like you but in doing things on her own with you she doesn't care.\n\nIts that night now. The night you felt was coming.\n\nThis time you're at her apartment.\n\nYou hold her hand as you sit on the bed together, seeing the rings that bind you. Seeing them for more than just jewelry. A circle is never-ending. Love breaks boundaries.\n\nYou laugh when your moment together is interrupted by her soft appetite.\n\nYour both back to the very first day you met. Yet because this is something protected by Him. There will be no end. No cruelty. No pain.\n\nYou kiss, you lick each other. Together you start to lose track of where one of you starts and the other ends.\n\nThe marriage bed is sanctified. You share the love, and amusement of having not done anything like this the entire time you knew each other up to this point.\n\nMany didn't understand. Many called you old fashioned. You both knew better.\n\nIt wasn't perfect, it was just... right.\n\nAs you rest your head on her breast she smiles that smile she smiled when she first met you. She says those three words. Those tender words. Then says another three, just as softly. To you they mean the same thing.\n\nShe gently holds your cheeks and you both sit up. She opens her jaws before you.\n\nYou close your eyes. Embrace the heat.\n\nYour body rings with fire and electricity. Sensation as her maw surrounds you.\n\nIts everything you imagined. The terror, the plunge, the fall into a deep committed love that forces on you vulnerability that you can hardly stand.\n\nYou can feel her fear as well. Fear that this won't end the way she wants it to. You try to reassure her by touching her face. Her heart.\n\nFaith burns bright between you, and you both step further towards the ocean of intimacy that goes beyond just sharing a bed.\n\nThe waters part, a rush of that energy from above, of certainty. You both trust, and enter the sea together, staying in that protected corridor.\n\nDeeper you fall, and deeper she takes you.\n\nPleasure and passion swarm and engulf your souls.\n\nIt takes time, but you are now within her. She holds you. Tears in her eyes as she holds herself like a mother with a precious cargo.\n\nThere's no words to share any more. Just time.\n\nIt takes hours but her body overtakes yours. The heat, the tightness.\n\nThe liquid of her love, its molten touch helping your body to evanesce.\n\nHer gorgeous engorgement softens and she cries hard, not because you are gone, but because she can feel the threads of strong spiritual power and energy keeping you close.\n\nMortality is relative. Love has no boundary and death has no meaning in the face of it.\n\nHer eyes are blind to the world, as she sees stars and vast distances within her.\n\nYour one true love, your predator, your protector, your guardian.\n\nTo her, you are her prey. Her charge. Her caretaker.\n\nYou create the perfect symbol together.\n\nThe contentment, the warmth from feeling each other so close within one body. The energies of your souls twisting together and curling around each other.\n\nShe knows you'll be resting in her arms come morning. Her newfound faith and her prayer to be with you guarantees that.\n\nAnd so it is. You awake facing her, and your eyes meet.\n\nTogether, you just touch each other's faces. Knowing that this is where you will be until the end of your lives. Through thick and thin. For better or for worse. In sickness and in health. Predator and Prey. Prey and predator.\n  \n  \n\n"}