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   A sudden feeling of maliciously implying euphoria in Chanda's heart.

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   A most uncommon strain of ill intent had crossed her mind, filling her heart with maliciousness. Being what she knew she was, and the knowledge of how truly frail he was in stark comparison. The contemplation that followed gave way to many a malconcieved thought, the ideas that came to her mind birthed not simply from the mind of "a malignant woman," but that of a monster's, and one steeped in darkness. Devoid of a care for law and order, and beyond any concerns best left unapparent, actively did she do what was within the boundaries of her influence to further lead him astray, swaying her hips from side to side and trailing her clawed hand along her backside in such a sultry manner as to lay out before her hapless watcher's eyes a display of a sort of submissiveness of allure, her pace slowed to purposefully allow him a moment to notice her place her right palm over her rump and slide her index finger down low enough between the crevice of her buttocks to then splay her fingers out upon the vulva that he could not see...until she deliberately bent over and lifted her ass high enough to expose it for him, and well.

   In a moment, she could hear his brief gasp. By then she was certain that she had caught his attention with this most specific motion of hers, the shivering in his voice likened to the lilting pleasantries of a most soothing lyre in her mind. She groaned in the deepest of lustful tones he had ever heard before in his life, lowering her behind and then coming to cross her legs... -- she was sitting down. And this, in the middle of the road. "But why?" he wondered. "Wasn't she headed somewhere just now?" As strangely attractive as her behavioral patterns were to him, he found a moment in time to ponder this small thought. Assuming that there was no particularly relevant reason for her to have squatted down to sit as she had, he continued to look upon her, his expression turned awry, as if what he had just witness only seconds before had never occured... - that. That most unsightly display of...public affection? Seductive temptation? Submission? His religiously grounded mind produced thought after irrelevant thought, as nothing he could think of - nothing he would think of - was in any way applicable to what it was that lay before his eyes. "Such a large, soft back" he thought to himself, watching as its fur wafted only so much with the light winds that blew across it. He was reminded of a valley he once traversed, the rolling hills a fond memory of his. He began to reminisce about his childhood, the endless days spent rolling sideways down mildly steep slopes of grass with friends, giggling gleefully as they would all hurry back to its top to do it once more - memories of sunset afternoons long past, the laughter a continual blessing of the bonds of companionship. How soft the blades of greenery were to his skin! He could've done nothing but rolled down the fur of that nephar's back all day every day, and in such cheer of spirit that every person should have had the chance to experience the joys of in their youth...



Why was he starring at her back for so long?



   Chanda sat idly, looking to her left in one moment, and down towards her lap during the next. Suddenly, it was as if something had caught her attention as her head was poised forward, much like a feline. For reasons only he could understand, Darren thought this to be some window of opportunity for him to actually bring his hand to her body, and feel his fingers through the thickness of fur upon her muscular back. Somehow, it did not matter to him that this desire of his was ridiculously skewed in all around akwardness, and in the extreme. He extended his right hand and slowly began to approach her. At that very moment, he heard what sounded like deepened growls bellowing forth from the belly of a dragon, the volume of this being loud enough to be an immediate cause for concern. He pulled his arm back to himself in the quickness of his terror at hearing this, fearing for his life yet all too stubborn to take a single step away from Chanda, his mind now erratic with thoughts of both wanting and self-preservation...and even thoughts that were not even his own. A strange feeling of light-headedness began to envelope his mind, replacing his most immediate thoughts with visions of crimson or a rippling magenta - deep reds of varying hues, all a part of this direct assault of vertigo that saw to his eventual collapse upon the street.

   Whether sleeping or in a coma, Darren did not know what to make of his surroundings when he had awoke...or rather, when he thought he had awoke. It felt as though he had rolled over onto his back to face upwards, lying upon that soft grass; those soft tufts of fur that he had such a difficult time forgetting.



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Chanda: If the devil of the hell beneath you were to lovingly caress your being with tongue and touch, would it cross your mind to think yourself suitable of being her mate?

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Chanda: You are but a man, and one possessed of a most willing heart. However, even for you is there a place in this world, for beneath the heavens are there many that long for sustenance, the flavor of human flesh not uncommon amongst beast and angel alike. Come to me, child, and I will accept you with loving warmth.



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