Sam strolled down the path, enjoying the pleasant smell of the air after a good storm. He had a bunch of time to kill, and was planning to simply sit around at the cabin his father had built a few years back, looking at the nearby lake and relaxing. And after a few hours, when everything wasn't so wet anymore, perhaps he could go to the lake and catch a fish or two.

As he came close to the cabin, he noticed the door was slightly ajar. He sighed with annoyance. He was sure that he had closed the door properly last time. If the cabin had gotten flooded, his father would be very annoyed. But there was no point delaying things, he figured. If he cleaned up well enough before his father found out, perhaps any trouble at all could be avoided.

He opened the door, and found himself looking at a mouse staring at him in horror from a corner. She was young and still somewhat wet from the rain. They started at each other for a few moments, until she suddenly realized what was happening.

"Aaaah!" screamed the mouse, and tried her best to retreat as far as she could.

"Huh!" exclaimed Sam. It was very unexpected to find a prey in that area. The land on his side was predator territory, and even though prey seemed to live on the other side of the river they never crossed it for obvious reasons, and there was no bridge anywhere near. How did she even get to his cabin?

But that would be something to figure out later, he decided. What mattered is that there was a mouse in his cabin. He hadn't brought any food with him, but even though he had little experience hunting, a mouse that young and cornered like that shouldn't be difficult at all for him to catch. He licked his lips.

The mouse caught on, and looked terrified. "Please don't eat me!", she begged.

Sam looked at her with an expression of surprise. It was hard to understand what a mouse was trying to say at the best of times, and this was the first time he bumped into one that could actually speak his language so intelligibly. He paused his plans to deal with her for a moment. Then he laughed. A mouse making demands of an older and bigger predator! Now that was something you didn't see every day.

"Yeah? Why?", he asked.

The mouse gulped nervously, while Sam watched her with interest. He was very curious about what she could possibly offer him.

"Please! I'll do anything you want!", she begged.

Sam snorted derisively. "And what could you possibly offer?"

"I... uh..." came from the mouse as she frantically tried to come up with something. Sam stood in the doorway, leaving her nowhere to run, but not moving from it either. He was really enjoying seeing her try to come up with some way out of her predicament.

"Anything you want! I'll clean your room! I'll carry stuff for you! I'll... I'll suck your dick! Just please don't eat me!", she pleaded.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm impressed. Not only you speak my language, but I didn't expect such an offer from one so young".

"I'm not too young!", shouted the mouse, looking desperate. "I have breasts, see? That means I can start having children already. We already covered it all several times in school and I got great marks on all the exams. I've just never had a chance to try it yet"

The mention of breasts made Sam perk up, and he gave her a good looking over.

She was smaller and noticeably shorter than he was, and had a slim, delicate build. The rain had made her clothes cling to her body, outlining her developing chest. Just looking at her, his pants were starting to get tigher. And now that he thought of it, she was a very rare sight. The vast majority of prey he'd seen were either older, or much younger. This was seemed to be of the age range that wasn't supposed to be hunted, as it endangered the food supply. At his age, the older ones were too big for him to control, so they had to be tied up or dead, and the younger ones, while delicious were only good for eating. This was a very rare opportunity, and luckily he had plenty time to make the most of it.

Of course, he didn't need her to let him do anything. She was entirely at his mercy. But a prey voluntarily submitting to him was a new, exciting idea. Would she really let him do anything he wanted? Was it a ploy to get away from him somehow?

He grinned, giving such a display of his sharp teeth that the mouse shuddered. "Good job, you've convinced me. No sucking my dick though, I'm not that stupid. Now, don't move."

Sam quickly walked up to her, and in one quick, smooth motion tore her clothes from the neck to the waist. The mouse flinched in fear, realizing what could have happened if his claws had reached her skin, but Sam paid it no mind, and was more interested in her developing chest. He was quite fascinated by it. He'd seen plenty big ones, and a few infants with none at all, but this was an entirely new sight for him and he liked it.

Sam took his time looking at her with great interest from various angles.

"Well, there aren't really 'breasts'", scoffed Sam, looking at what the shirt had been hiding. "There's barely anything to play with".

The mouse gulped nervously. "Try anyway", she said.

Sam couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, don't you worry, I will."

He gave one breast an experimental squeeze. The mouse just stood there, letting him do what he wanted.

"Oh yes, I love how this feels", commented Sam. "I've played with mice before, but dead ones ones aren't much fun. Speaking of which, don't scream or struggle, or you'll quickly become one."

"I think she's about to wet herself", he thought with amusement, watching the mouse react to his touch. It must have been a new experience for her, as few mice ever managed to remain alive for long in the proximity of a cat. And he never had the chance to play with prey on this level before either: to threaten them with pain and death, and see how they reacted and flinched at every word of his. It was almost intoxicating, and he was just getting started.

"So, does this feel good?", asked Sam, kneading her nipples with his fingers.

"Y... yes", hesitatingly replied the mouse.

"And how about this?", asked Sam, increasing the pressure.

"It feels... great", she replied, in a noticeably strained voice.

"Really? Then this should feel even better", replied Sam as he slightly dug his claws into the delicate flesh.

The mouse gave a slight sob, with tears in her eyes. "Yes, this feels wonderful", she said in a quiet and hesitant manner.

Sam grabbed her throat, and squeezed for extra emphasis. "Why are you lying to me, mouse?". She made a terrified choking squeak, so he released his grip. The mouse gasped, and stumbled backwards.

"I'm sorry! I won't do it again!", she cried.

"Indeed you won't. Next time I'm having you for lunch! Now, let's do this again. Does this feel good?". Sam gave a nipple a hard squeeze again.

"No, it's starting to hurt!" she replied this time.

"Good, good... so these are quite sensitive, aren't they?", he asked.

"Yes, very", she said with some hesitation.

Sam liked the sound of that. He was quite annoyed by the mess she had made in the cabin, and he was very tired of the "quick, clean kill" philosophy teachers and adults kept hammering into him. So why not have some fun for once? After all, who could even find out? Now the question was what to do with this unexpected opportunity.

He hadn't participated in many hunts yet, but so far they all had been intense, but very brief struggles. That burst of adrenalin was exhalariating, but it always was over too soon. This on the other hand looked like it could go on as long as he wanted, but it lacked something... perhaps some challenge or excitement. Of course it'd be very easy to make her struggle a bit with a good bite or two, but there had to be some way to make better use of such a compliant prey. After a few moments of thought, he came up with an idea.

"I've decided your punishment for messing up my place", he said. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. But I'll have a little taste as my payment". He pointedly licked his lips, making sure to give her a good show of his sharp teeth.

The mouse gave a terrified gasp and started trembling. Sam smiled perversely. Yes, that would make things more fun, he thought. He was going to test her resolve and see how far he could push before her will broke. That would be the game, and the challenging part would be to increase the intensity as slowly as possible and to stay under her limit as long as possible.

Sam gave her breast a good, long lick, enjoying the feeling it produced on his tongue. He started with his mouth wide open and his teeth exposed, and slowly drew in nearer, until the entire breast fit in his mouth. Being this close to her, he could hear her panicked breaths, and the frantic beating of her heart, both of which intensified even more as he started to slowly close his maw. Soon, his teeth first made contact with the delicate flesh, and she started trembling. Sam kept on slowly applying pressure, until his teeth pierced the skin and he felt the sweet taste of her blood on his tongue. His prey trembled like a leaf now and was quietly sobbing, but her resolve held. Sam withrew slighly and licked up the delicious blood. So far he deemed the experiment a successful one.

Sam noticed she wasn't looking at him anymore, but somewhere at the ceiling, and withdrew.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm praying", replied the mouse after a while.

"Praying?" incredulously asked Sam. "I don't think there are any gods that listen to rodents. They don't save you from hunts, that's for sure. So worry less about gods that don't listen, and worry more about me, who is the one who decides your fate".