NIER
Typically, hunters preferred the night for the stealth that it provided. The ability to keep out of sight of the prey. But he didn't need any help with that. That wasn't why he preferred the night.
One might think that beautiful, young women are alert when the lights go out. Guarded. Maybe even afraid. But so often, he found that after a time, they let those guards down. Got comfortable. Cozy. Slowly, and then completely the walls were gone. And even if they didn't, he taught them how to. He was a master at that. After all, it wasn't cheating if it wasn't real, right? If it was just a vivid dream.
Yeah, he got a kick out of the married ones. So desperate for real satisfaction.
It was ones like this one, though, where he found his best fun. He'd been watching her from afar, as she seemed to do the same with the rest of the world. Sometimes, he'd get curious, walk just a little noisier, and he swore she heard it. But he was a living shadow, wasn't he? And she hadn't found him yet. He wasn't always a patient man, and he'd tire of it soon enough. Tonight, even.
Damn, though, her wide bright eyes. He wanted to make them go wider. In shock. In pleasure. Or maybe fear. Decisions. And that hair.. He could work through it until it was soft again, tangle-free and luxurious. Or leave it in that chaotic mass of curls. And damn those legs of hers too. Dipped in blue like she went skinny-dipping and came out with stains, water painted forever over calves and ankles like tattoos.
He always remained down-wind, had so very, very many years of practice with this. So silently, he made his way closer, each step placed deliberately, expertly. Closer. And she looked even better up close - he hadn't quite come this near yet even as she slept. Somehow, he managed to drag his eyes up off her beautiful body, approaching her from her right rear flank. He passed her slowly with a couple feet between them, watching her like she was frozen in time just for him to enjoy, her eager eyes ahead of her. She looked right on the edge, right on the verge.
He craned his neck out, put his mouth near her cheek, a few inches below her ear, and spoke a clear command.
"Run."
One might think that beautiful, young women are alert when the lights go out. Guarded. Maybe even afraid. But so often, he found that after a time, they let those guards down. Got comfortable. Cozy. Slowly, and then completely the walls were gone. And even if they didn't, he taught them how to. He was a master at that. After all, it wasn't cheating if it wasn't real, right? If it was just a vivid dream.
Yeah, he got a kick out of the married ones. So desperate for real satisfaction.
It was ones like this one, though, where he found his best fun. He'd been watching her from afar, as she seemed to do the same with the rest of the world. Sometimes, he'd get curious, walk just a little noisier, and he swore she heard it. But he was a living shadow, wasn't he? And she hadn't found him yet. He wasn't always a patient man, and he'd tire of it soon enough. Tonight, even.
Damn, though, her wide bright eyes. He wanted to make them go wider. In shock. In pleasure. Or maybe fear. Decisions. And that hair.. He could work through it until it was soft again, tangle-free and luxurious. Or leave it in that chaotic mass of curls. And damn those legs of hers too. Dipped in blue like she went skinny-dipping and came out with stains, water painted forever over calves and ankles like tattoos.
He always remained down-wind, had so very, very many years of practice with this. So silently, he made his way closer, each step placed deliberately, expertly. Closer. And she looked even better up close - he hadn't quite come this near yet even as she slept. Somehow, he managed to drag his eyes up off her beautiful body, approaching her from her right rear flank. He passed her slowly with a couple feet between them, watching her like she was frozen in time just for him to enjoy, her eager eyes ahead of her. She looked right on the edge, right on the verge.
He craned his neck out, put his mouth near her cheek, a few inches below her ear, and spoke a clear command.
"Run."