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What's it like as predator, instead of prey?
This choice: Let it take over. Give yourself to hunger.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #4

It's PMS....maybe?

    by: manubestofplus Author IconMail Icon
*an addition by: Enigma the Fox*

Suddenly, you let go. Why not, if it feels so perfect for you? And to reward you, it's no longer your beloved friend that sits beside you so temptingly. It's a meal, looking all pink and sumptuous. You lick your lips, and run a hand through her hair. Dark thoughts are forming.

"Kate, I'll make a dare with you. If you can't get me off in....say, five minutes, I'm going to eat you."

She gives you a funny look, as if she can tell something's different, but can't put her finger on it.

"Uh...so what's my incentive to win? I want you to eat me out!"

You shake your head, and grin. Showing off those pearly whites.

"No. I mean I'll eat you, period. Alive. You'll be a nice breakfast."

Her look of worry becomes one of fear. She starts to get to her feet, only to find your hand around her arm. You have amazing strength, easily holding her where she is.

"Mary! You've got to be kidding, you can't...eat me! It isn't possible!"

You decide to prove it. Now that you've accepted things, you know everything you can do. Your mouth opens wide, wide enough to fit her head in easily. She gasps, going still. You close your mouth again.

"If you try to run, I'll eat you right now. Got it?"

She nods numbly, frightened into obediance. She still can't believe her best friend is doing this to her, has become this...monster. You let go of the arm to pat her cheek, then point at the floor.

"Now, lie down."

She moves as instructed, shivering a little. The power rush is incredible. Once she's on her back, you lower yourself to straddle her chest. She blushes a little as your rear caresses her breasts, bringing your groin very near her face. You glance at the clock and note the time.

"Alright. You have five minutes to avoid my gullet. Better get started..."

You have the following choices:

1. Wow. She made it...

2. Oh dear. Well, it was nice knowing her.

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