"I'm the hunter of the family, and I've hunted with rifles a lot. Well i just got a new bow and wanted to try archery.
Ropes isn't much into it, but after nagging him for so long he gave in and went with me. Course go figure he complained about how bored he was waiting for the deer to come in and close enough for a shot, and for one i would take.
I shot and got one down. When we got up to it, i took out my knife to gut and as i was beginning to cut into it, something came over me. Something I've not experienced, and I've done this a dozen times and never had this feeling. Neither one of us is a stranger to gore and blood but as i was feeling this, i looked up at the demon before me and what i saw was new, even to me. His nostrils flared, his lips pulled back a little exposing those sharp pointed feline fangs and those eyes. Those 'blind' eyes i could see a hunger in them and those green tentacles waved behind him like angry snakes.
The scent and the sights were old, as i said I've done this before but as far as i know it was a first for him. Why do sex demons need to hunt? Was it the sight and smell of the blood i had on me? the smell and the forest? Was it me looking more old school like the ancestors, the arts being lost by the modern world.
The smell of the pine needles and leaves of the forest, the sound of water was in the distance and wind blew through the top of the trees. The sight of pine and tamarack reaching high int he sky, being in the forest with a kill before me.
I kind of felt my mind kind of cloud over. Any rational thoughts i was having seemed to get pushed into the back of my mind. I looked at my mate then the kill and back to him, i was showing off, i was proving to the male my strength, that i was indeed worthy and then my hand slide the knife up and the belly of the deer split open and then the next then i know it feel from my hand as the smell of blood rose and hit my nostrils. Something primal welled up, seemed to take over, then as i growled i was on all fours. I took a bite, chewed it, feeling the life of the deer run down the back of my throat and down off my chin. The demon was on the opposite side doing the same. If i could think i would wonder what would trigger this instinct in a sex demon but at the time all i wanted was another bite.
I leaned in and ripped another piece out, looking up at my mate i saw his lips back, snarling. That sandy muzzle I've kissed so many times was stained red. As we ate i felt a heat surge through my body, make my shiver and pant. My mate noticed it to as his head snapped up and sniffed. Next thing i know is we are wrestling and snarling as our claws are ripping cloths off each other. Covered in shreds of cloth, most of our bodies free of such restrictions, my scent was in the air now. Full, hot and very needy. Ropes as there before me, his eyes hungry, but no long for the carcass but for me and it showed. His cock hard and swollen, jerking to his heart beat and he then pounced.
He pushed me down to all fours, my head near the bloody deer, and his weight on top of me and his jaws around back of my neck held me in place as that hard dick was shoved up into my needy folds. We both growled and snarled in the pleasure of the moment.
So there in the middle of the forest a demon puma and a dragon mate. Hard, deep and rough like a couple of wild beast. "
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