Erotica: His Prey

I smelled something. It was overpowering.It was blood and the sweat of sex. It permeated the house. He had been here again. I saw traces of his hoof prints and the etchings of his claws on my wood floor. My heart jumped, breath hitched and I keened myself to try to hear the least sound that would indicate he was still here. I swore I could hear low breathing, a purring sound, … [Read more...]