The Predator and The Prey

The Predator and the Prey

Solitary in his chambers
He stretched out on the longitude of his deep comfy bed
He interlocked the fingers of both his hands,
And rest them at the back of his head

He lay alone with only his soft duvet as his company tonight
His eyes stared straight at the ceiling above him
He imagined in his mind there was a Shakespeare play performing against the white background

It had been a cold autumn night, as always, year after year.
The sharp icy cold blast, sending chilly shivers deep into his bones
Tiny Goosebumps started to appear on his pale skin
Froze up his veins till they semi solidify
His thick crimson red blood pumped into the most sacred part of his body
Something within him growled hungrily
Sending him into a turmoil of impatience and edginess

He craved....
He craved to hear a piercing shriek as he mauled his victim mercilessly
He craved to be satisfied
He craved to be relieved of his hunger

Hunger
He has to hunt
He wants to hunt
He needed to hunt

He was like a hunting spider, waiting for his prey
His web of a room has a kind of alluring sensation that pulled any unsuspecting victim nearer...
And nearer..
And nearer..
Nearer...

The unwary target had dropped its sentinel instinct down,
And entered his dangerous den,
The predator will snare it in an instant without any warning
By the time the prey realised it can never get out of the trap alive.....
It will be too late

The helpless little critter will move violently
It thrashed around to break free from the web
Struggle until exhaustion overcome
And when the last of its energy slipped away
It prayed...
Leave it to fate to end its demise

The spider will pounced at the perfect chance to disable the unfortunate little thing
The wicked fangs will find the vein at the most vulnerable and tender part of the skin;
The sharp teeth will indent deeply into the skin until it caused a small rupture
The sweet nectarine juice will oozed out from the membrane breakage,
And the spider will take its own time sucking the prey dry.

He smiled, and chuckled to himself

The predator just needs to be patient
Its persistence to suppress its hunger will bear golden fruit in the end
It always will

His breathing slowly decreased as he fell into a relaxed mode
Apart from the chill wind blowing against the window
The atmosphere was eerily silent
He closed his eyes, and waited
He didn't need to wait long

The door creaked ajar sluggishly
It was as if someone on the other side feels wary of the surrounding
He smirked

"Welcome to my parlour, says the spider to the fly"

Slowly, but surely, the fly stepped in
One foot moved forward
Followed by the other

He could sense the soft barefooted sole tip toeing and making its way towards him
One step closer,
One step nearer to the den
The fly's wall of guards fell apart one by one
The soft sound of fabric being dropped and pooled on the floor was a discharge of sugary whispers to his ears
He heard a soft feminine sigh before he felt the edge of the mattress depressed slightly as new weight rested upon it

Like a slithering reptile,
His prey sneaked below the warm covers of his bed
He could feel the sliding moving sensation of the prey crawling upwards
Brushing against his shins, his knees.. his thighs...
Was she hungry for a meal?
Wasn't she the prey – or was she in fact the predator?

His member hardened as her thighs graze accidentally against it
He gave a soft moan
He could hear her mischievous giggles as she gave him circular feathery finger strokes from his abdomen dawdling the way up to his chest
One of his eyes peeked slowly,
And notices a bulging shape underneath the comforters moving towards his face,
Searching for an opening to exit

The soft silky black hair emerged from below the thick layers of bedding cloth,
And a pair of onyx black eyes met his
Her hands snaked slowly around his neck and pulled herself closer to him
He, likewise delightful, unclasped his fingers from the back of his head,
and gently pulled her by the waist to draw her close in skin contact with him
Her soft naked breasts mated with his hard chest,
Both hearts racing fast
The Prey met the Predator
The Predator met the Prey

He nuzzled gently at the crook of her neck and smelt in her sweet honey-citrus scent
He got that for her last Valentine
In a nice little bottle
A sensual alluring scent
It was sweet, so dangerously sweet
Sweet like his little minx
But he's no fool
The prey was never as innocent as she portrayed to be
She was hunting too

She will request for a simple embrace to start the appetizer
Her sweet fragrance was already teasing the salivating hunger

His hunger started to be unleashed bit by bit, clawing his way out
Wanting to taste and devour all of her flavours as a Main Course
And will continue to ravish her till she went stiff with eyes rolled up
Until she break into small little uncontrollable shakes
Until she can remember her name no longer
Until his name was the only mantra sprouting from her lips

Ending the meal with a nice dessert
Driving her over the edge, and plunging into the sea of sweetness
He licked his lips

"Took you long enough to come in here, my lil' she-wolf. Afraid I'll bite?" he murmured lazily, nibbling at the area below her ear

She cuddled up to him lovingly
She gave him a quick peck on his thick lips
"Bae, I want a hug please," she whispered playfully

And he did....