Cricket blinks and raises a brow, wondering what manner of creature she was looking at. She stays in the shadows keeping absolutely still, not wanting to make any sound that would alert it to her presence. She studies it, watching how it moves and what it was up to. What was it doing here so near the village? She has never seen anything quite like it. At that moment, she could not remember what it was that had so preoccupied her thoughts before the beast wandered in. She could not afford to, as she gets a clearer look when the creature momentarily steps out of cover drenched in moonlight. Her breathing quickens and she realizes she is in graver danger than she first thought. The dark fur on the creature moving on all fours seems to change and shape to blend into its immediate surroundings. This was no ordinary beast.
He sniffs the air, and senses, he was being watched. He paced carefully checking the air for signs of the origins of the unmistakable foreign scent. Having wandered a little further from his hunting grounds in search of dwindling prey, he is in new unexplored grasslands. His trek took him unopposed a lot further than he had planned and he was busy marking and claiming territory. Not seeing a rival has made him nervous. His breathing grows into a soft low growl, while staying poised and braced he pauses. There isn't any point in moving any further. Whatever had caught his attention; whoever it was that has been lying hidden and watching him was less than 10 feet away. There was no mistaking it... as his forked tongue slithers picking up every other clue in the air. He was not expecting this. He still cannot completely trace his steps back to his dwelling. How did he make such a rookie mistake of over travelling? Even more surprising to the cat like predator, was the realization, the creature that has been flooding the air with its scent was female...
Balarunga cannot remember for how long he was poised to strike in the shadows. The only thought running through his mind is to find the source of the scent that was dominating his senses and when he identifies the scent, he edges forward to locate the female in heat.
There are not many more of his species in these lands. The intoxicating scent raises a sense from a higher calling for the beast named Balarunga. The air is thick and stagnant, his senses and instincts bring about a determination in him to play his role in the preservation of his species. He must mate and with a nimble shuffling of his feet, he is off and away, a whisker away from the bushes that conceal the source of the scent.
Cricket blinks and nearly missed seeing the creature turn from stoic observer to stealthy hunter and alarm bells ring in her mind. She turns around in her stooped squatting position and attempts to make her getaway. Frantic and panicking she stays low and scurries on all fours telling herself at the very first chance she gets, she will get on her feet to sprint as fast as she can.
As his front paws pound the thick bush to clear his path forward, he spots her.... The bitch in heat is attempting to getaway and he is forced to change direction... growling as his shift in weight kicks up soil and leaves from the thin undergrowth and in a flash accelerates with astonishing speed, hands and legs pounding the ground together....
Balarunga closes the gap and before the slithering female can react pounces on her back and roars menacingly in her ears
Cricket lets out a scream which gets cut short as the air in her lungs abruptly get forced out from the forceful knockdown. She gasps for breath. The elf, a humanoid, a lovely hybrid. Little did either Balarunga or Cricket realise, they have more in common than what was apparent. She had eyes of different color, one, green and bright and the other a darker shade of grey and tinted with sparing spots of green. It matched her green hair and possibly explained how she stayed unnoticed for so long in the grassland. Balarunga was growling with every breath, his chest heaving as his body recovers from the burst of speed to prepare for anything else that is demanded of it next.
Balarunga had never seen such a species, the curves and slender body and huge mammaries baffle and confuse him....as he tries to figure out with his eyes,., what his nose already knew....her pheromones fill the air between our bodies.... he rubs his face into the back of Cricket's head... nudging her neck, causing stress and a growing sense of doom in her.
Cricket shivers and begs "p-please d-d-dont e-e-eat me b-big b-beast...I-I-I c-c-can g-g-get her f-food.." shakes in fear when he's top of her, she shudders when feeling Balarunga nuzzle the back of her head and softly squirms under him, even trying to wriggle away to get loose from his grip.
Balarunga pins her down with his paws and licks the back of her body searching for her gland... that wretched gland releasing the scent of lust and triggering his innate need to breed ... his hind legs tense up and his own desire to hump grows.
He bares his teeth, the large molars and incisors stand out among the flawless set of teeth he possessed. "They look so new", was the last thought she had before the beast entrapping her shocks her with his response to her pleas. It almost seems as if the creature, whatever it was, not cat, or ape, neither mammal nor marsupial and yet like all of the mentioned. Balarunga seems to understand that the female thinks he wants to eat her...
Balarunga responds by letting her see his tongue.... releasing the forked wet organ....as it stretches and coils around the elf's pale face.
Cricket gasps! Pinned down and helpless, she feels him lower himself then grind and hump against her rump. She unwittingly lets out a moan. In a state of panic and disbelief her will to escape though still strong, the ease with which the beast caught and trapped her, stirs a growing feeling of helplessness in her. Shaken alert when Balarunga's forked tongue runs down and slobbers her face. "She protests with shrieks and yelps and then surprises Balarunga when she opens her mouth and her own reptilian tongue, long thin splitting into two claw like forks slithers against his.
Balarunga presses his furry body onto the trapped elf as he realizes that curving end, the shapely rump facing him is exactly what he thinks it is. His mating organ, his beast cock starts growing out of him... and resembling a serpent, wriggles and elongates slithering under the torn fabric covering Cricket's elvish ass.....
Balarunga lets out a low humming groan as the head of his slithering organ finds her flesh.... it wriggles and squirms around before settling to stroke up and down her butt crack while he continues to lick her face. Tasting and learning about her.... sliding his forked tongue into her ear,,, then nose...feeling every contour, curve, orifice he can... and soon exploring the rest of Cricket's body inevitably reaching her full breasts which shake and demand his attention each time her body is shifted about. Though mostly hidden from his view as Cricket lay on her front, he probes with his tongue latching on to a nipple having ripped off the awful tasting fabric that covered her flesh up. Much preferring the taste and texture of her pale skin, he is in no hurry.