Written by Alex Hicks and HastyWords
The hunger comes after the craving
Bloodlust tempting, feels amazing
Cries of joy erupt from the pack
The time has come for the final feeding
Crimson blood spilling forth
The pain immense for all it’s worth
The full moon above lights the ground
The chill of death hangs all around
In a ritualistic dance we give in
To every desire built within
Insatiable growls heard all around
Drowning out their piercing fear
We ran long, but they hunted longer
Fearing their insatiable hunger
Fearing the bloodlust, the howling pack
Fearing our death, their bloody desire.
The chase could have been shorter
But as the screams rang into the night
Our passions increased, desire bursting
Into the most gruesomely delicious foreplay
They could have had us any moment
They were playing with our lives
They know we couldn’t escape them
It was only a matter of time.
Reaching the end of all restraint
We pounced upon their frailty
We took from them our sustenance
Leaving only scrapes for the earth to consummate
They were on us in an instant
As muscle was torn from bone
The last thing I remember
Was thinking “Finally, I’m home.”











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Wow that’s hard, and hot!
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LOL Thanks
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Mwa ha ha
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Oh oh, I could never write like that.. and I like reading it! The picture is wicked too!! This genre is one that Miss Jen cannot pull out of her mind/heart/soul … Very good you two! ~Jen
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whoa…raw and yet splendid 🙂
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I loved it! So amazing!
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🙂
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