---Jae's perspective---

In the gloam of twilight, I'm sprinting through the suburbs of Bulgeun Dosi, my home city.

There's a brief moment where I cut across a part of my old university campus but I don't have time to worry about the fact that that campus was in Sinbusan, 3000km away!

There should be literally millions of people wandering around this city but… there's no one!

Correction; there's no one who can help!

There's no one who can save me from the one who's after me!

"HEEEEEEEEELP!!!" I scream, knowing that the Huntsman is too close not to know exactly where I am and simply hoping against hope that someone finds me before he can and saves me!

I see a bestial shape in the shadows behind me.

I sob a pathetic scream as I keep running.

Something forcefully strikes me in the shoulder and I topple into the grass, strangely dark green as opposed to the vibrant red of Saeloun Hangugese foliage…

There's an arrow sticking out of me but I'm able to scramble onto my back to face him.

The man who's already hunted everyone else in my city scuttles toward me like an arachnid, then slithers like a snake, then pads like a tiger!

He stops and stands up on two feet, around 20m away, before simply teleporting to stand directly over me.

"Please!" I beg, frantically "Tymie, it's me! It's Jae! It's Mummy!"

His orange eyes stare down at me with dispassionate coldness as he answers "Sorry, Jae… You're not 'Mummy' any more… You're meat now… and I'm…" he parts his lips to reveal a mouth full of sharp teeth "…ravenous!"

His eyes flick down across my body and I suddenly become aware that I'm only dressed in lingerie.

He swoops down on me, pinning me to the ground with strength his leanness belies.

All I can see are his daggerlike teeth as they break into a cruel grin.

The predator lunges with unreal speed to sink his teeth into my flesh!

I gasp as I awake in my room in Elysium, my entire body drenched in cold sweat, my heart pounding so hard that I can both feel it in my chest and hear it in my ears, my blood filled with electric adrenaline!

I choke as I swallow down a mouthful of saliva while panting rapidly.

It's OK… It's OK…!

It was just a nightmare!

I frown as I feel something between my legs.

I slide a hand beneath my panties and out again.

My fingers come away sticky.

A… weirdly hot nightmare(!)

"Jae…?"

I freeze at the sound of a flat voice coming from the bed beside me, a not altogether unpleasant chill running up my spine.

"…are you alright?"

---Tymancha's perspective---

Jae sat bolt upright a moment ago, waking me up.

She just sits there, bare chest rising and falling with rapid breaths as her grey eyes dart back and forward, her expressive face frozen.

Then she frowns and slides a hand between the covers and her plump belly.

She withdraws it an instant later and briefly rubs her fingers together.

She puffs.

"Jae… are you alright?" I ask.

She gives a brief shiver as her back straightens.

She turns to look at me and smiles warmly.

"Oh… Hey baby… Yeah… all good… just had an… intense dream…" she says, breathlessly, reaching a warm right hand to my left pectoral and bending to place the front of her voluptuous bare chest against me.

She plants her lips on mine and I bring my hands to her back to run them down her paraspinal muscles (feeling the delightful give of her ample subcutaneous fat beneath my fingertips) as we kiss.

Her skin is damp with sweat and her breathing is still accelerated but she seems to have mostly calmed down from her nightmare.

Her hands reach to my wrists and push them down to her buttocks.

I give them a squeeze and marvel, for the millionth time, at just how much meat her Denisovan half lets her keep on her bones!

Being all Sapiensoid and having an unusually fast metabolism keeps me perpetually skinny, so I'm quite jealous of how effortless maintaining all her beautiful bulk is for her!

I'd love to be this fullfigured!

She climbs on top of me and I feel all 102kg of her press me down into the mattress as her belly squashes against my flat stomach.

The contentedness I feel from being with this woman is not something that has waned at all in the months we've been together.

My heart swells as I imagine a future with her… A litter of ⅝ Sapiens, ¼ Denisovan, ⅛ Longi children we could maybe have together, one day. Getting to be the kind of father to them that I wish mine had been to me!

My right hand releases her left buttock and grips the back of her head, feeling her short, black hair beneath my fingers as I push her skull down into mine.

"Mmmh!" she grunts, pulling away.

"Sorry! Too much?" I ask, anxiety instantly welling up in my stomach.

"No… I err… there's just… something I need to talk to you about…"

Oh… noooooooOOO…!

"You remember your hunt with the Twigg?"

…What?

---Jae's perspective---

I walk alone, across vast sand dunes that span to the horizon in every direction.

The only thing that breaks up the ocean of sand is a small island of rocky cliffs, just ahead of me to my right and down a slope.

I couldn't tell the Bright Plume what I actually wanted to come here for, nor could I contrive any sociological value to an expedition to a vast empty desert, thousands of kilometres from the nearest sentient being, so I just told them I wanted to come for a day of recreation and they willingly offered a ride here and back in the Swift Claw.

I've been walking for well over 2 hours now and my strength is beginning to ebb.

I stop atop a high dune to have a drink from my water bottle.

I stumble a little as a particularly strong gust of wind catches the hooded, desert kaftan I'm wearing and ripples it away from my body.

I'm sure it must look very aesthetic to anyone who might be watching…

Not that there seems to be anyone watching!

I take another swig of water, just wondering if perhaps I asked for too long a headstart and should maybe get my holopad out to give him a call… when I see him!

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Cresting the last dune I traversed, he appears, much closer than I was expecting!

Dressed in nothing more than a dark vest, shorts, helmet and running shoes, his bare, scarred, slender arms, legs and shoulders glisten with sweat as his feet pound across the hot sand towards me.

He doesn't sprint! He jogs at a constant pace that, nonetheless, eats up the distance between us!

I turn and begin frantically running toward the rocky island, my stomach swooping!

Halfway down the dune, I trip, tumbling most of the rest of the way in a half controlled roll.

I scramble to my feet, briefly sparing a glance behind me.

He hasn't made it to where I was when I spotted him yet.

I keep running as fast as I can to the cliffs… knowing exactly how unlikely they are to be my salvation!

This!

This is exactly the thrill that's been haunting my wet-nightmares since I saw him hunt!

I am prey…

A prize, a trophy, for him to inevitably claim and make his…

His catching me is not a matter of 'if' but 'when'…

My doom is assured… and, somehow, that thought is hot as fuck!

I begin to wheeze from the cardio.

Hybrid vigour is one thing but it's fairly useless to me, since I've never capitalised on it by actually being a physically active individual!

My Denisovan half is also not as much of a help as you might think!

Neanderthaloids are natural sprinters, wasted on crosscountry, and, after hours of walking, I'm fairly spent!

I've made it to around 600m from the edge of the rocks when I hear the steady *thudthudthudthudthudthud* of feet behind me.

I turn and scream as I see how close my hunter is to me, right before his foot impacts the back of my knee and I hit the ground… hard!

Immediately, he's on top of me with all the ferocity of a lion attacking a wildebeest!

He pins me on my back.

I freeze as his right hand moves to his left hip and draws a Yakut knife with a 15cm blade.

"You're caught... meat!" the predator snarls down at me, pressing the blade to my throat "You're mine now! You belong to me! Do you understand that?"

"I do, I do, I do!" I beg, my breaths jagged.

"Mine to do with as I want, aren't you meat?" he demands.

"Anything you want!" I sob as my stomach swoop from the thrill.

"Good… Roll over and put your arms behind your back… don't try to run." he instructs, taking the knife from my throat and getting off me.

I obey him, rolling onto my front in the hot sand and placing my arms behind me.

My hood falls around my head, meaning all I can see is sand as I hear his footsteps approach me and feel him use my shoulders as a stool.

My breasts get slightly scorched from having his weight press them into the burning hot sand but I screw up my face and endure it.

He takes my wrists and begins lashing them together.

My arms now bound, he reseats himself on my arse and ties my ankles together with enough cordage between them to let me take small steps.

I feel a pang of disappointment that he won't be carrying me over his shoulders, however reasonable it is that he can't carry 1.66 times his weight very far(!)

I feel him tugging at the bottom of my kaftan and hear as he slices two pieces off of it with his knife.

"What are you doi-Ah!" his hand gives a firm spank to the side of my buttocks as he stands up.

"I'm shutting you up, meat!" he says, turning me over with a kick to the shoulder.

Once more he comes down on top of me, only, this time, I couldn't fight back even if I wanted to!

His strong right hand comes to the sides of my jaw and crushes until I have no choice but to open my mouth.

He stuffs a wadded up piece of cloth he cut from my robes in, gagging me with it, then secures it in place by tying a long strip all the way around the back of my head.

"Hmmph!" I moan up at him.

His strong hand seizes a hank of my long fringe and presses my skull back into the sand.

"Shut… up… meat!" he growls.

I quiver.

Producing another length of rope, he begins fashioning a nooselike loop at one end.

Thankfully, I can see the knot is not a constricting one.

Reaching under my hood, he slots the rope over my scalp and pulls it down to sit around my neck.

Grasping the knot at my throat, he stands, exerting pressure on the rope at the back of my neck and pulling me to my feet.

---Tymancha's perspective---

Tengri! Eje!

What the fuck am I doing!

For a second I have the horror of realising that all that separates what I've done to Jae, in this desert, from an assault and kidnapping is that she asked me to do it!

She did ask me to do it… right?!

I didn't misunderstand?

I didn't imagine it?

I wasn't tricked, somehow?

No! No! No!!!

This is what she asked for!

This is what she wanted!

This is the reason we came out here to this barren, desertified subcontinent… where no curious Twigg, nor Vrakhand, might catch us and get the wrong idea!

I can't let doubts like that in!

I can't think about how it would probably be the end of our relationship if I had done this without… No! Stop!

We're not thinking about that!

I turn to look back at the zaftig woman in cream and blue robes I'm leading along to a canyon where I'll have some shade to ravish her in…(!)

Her brow is furrowed in apparent distress as she hobbles along on the end of my rope lead.

Her large breasts and lovely belly bounce with each step she takes.

I give the rope a little tug, pulling her forward.

She gives a miserable moan as I almost make her topple over.

This arrangement is so unlike our usual one!

Usually, she's very much in control…

Nothing is done without her permission, nothing is taken that she hasn't given…

She leads, I follow…

Here, I'm in control!

Unless and until she uses her [safeword], I'm doing as I please and taking everything I want!

I'm treating her like a piece of game I won by conquering it, just like she wants…

The shadows of the rocky canyon fall on me and immediately the temperature plummets to something far more tolerable!

I keep leading my prize along into the canyon for another 100m or so before I turn and order "Stop."

She stops.

"Kneel."

She kneels down on the brown stone.

"Good meat!" I sneer, playing at cruelty as I walk over to her.

I reach down for the rope belt, tied around her waist, on which are suspended her water bottle and a small pouch that must contain the clothes she was wearing when we parted.

I unfasten it and toss the belt and pouch away.

Then stand back up and kick her onto her back (having made sure of the relative smoothness of the stone behind her first).

I draw my knife and her gorgeous grey eyes go wider than normal.

I plant my knee into her soft belly and bring the blade to her collar.

"Let's get this catch stripped…" I smirk as I slide my blade beneath her robe, edge up.

"Nguh!… Nguh!… Fweas!!!" she protests as I open her thin clothing down the front, revealing her to be completely nude beneath it.

I go all the way down to the hem (already tattered from where I cut her gag) and cleave the dress fully apart.

Admiring Jae's plump, nude body for a moment, I bend to once again bring my knife to her upper body.

I stab through the fabric at her right shoulder from the inside out then slice it back to the cleft I've already cut. I repeat at her left shoulder.

I kick her over onto her front and complete the tears by ripping all the way to her cuffs, then pulling the robe, now freed from her body, out from under her arms to toss away onto her belt.

She's visibly sweaty.

I'm actually still boiling from all that time in the sun… thirsty too!

I take my canteen from my hip and drink a refreshing draft of cool water, then I take some handfuls of it and rub them into my face, arms, shoulders and stomach, under my top, to cool off.

Then, I tip a little on Jae's back.

"Hmmmh!" she yelps through her gag, surprised at the sudden chill.

I bend down to spread the liquid across her hot flesh with my hands.

I don't want her getting heat stroke!

"Well… now that you're stripped… I'd say it's about time I had a taste of you, meat!"

---Jae's perspective---

The pleasant coolness of the water the huntsman splashed on me still lingering at my shoulders, I hear him order "Get your arse in the air!"

I do as he says, leveraging my face and knees against the smooth stone to raise my phat butt as high as it will go.

I hear him walk behind me and bend down.

I feel a hot, wet tongue press against my sex and the tip of a noseguard against my perineum.

The tongue slips between my lips as his hands reach to the small of my back.

I gasp with pleasure as he applies every lesson I've given him on how to perform cunnilingus.

In no time at all, my body seizes in my first orgasm.

There's a *pop* as he removes his mouth and declares "Excellent flavour, meat! You are quite the catch…!"

I say nothing, not that I could…

"Don't move…" he orders, standing up and walking away to my left.

I don't move a muscle but don't have to to be treated to a wonderful view of him removing first his helmet and placing it on my destroyed kaftan, then his vest, exposing his slender, muscular, scarred back, then his shoes and his shorts.

Now as nude as I am (nuder, if you count the sandals he never took off me) he turns back to me allowing me to see his fully erect cock.

Haneullim, I want it inside meeeee!!!

I hear him as he walks back around me, his footsteps echoing on the smooth, stony ground.

I yelp through my gag as I feel him bite my left arse cheek…

Then, I feel the rope around my neck constrict my throat as he pins my left shoulder down with his left hand and must be pulling on the lead with his right.

"Time for the [main course](!)" he quips.

---Tymancha's perspective---

Rippling shockwaves propagate through Jae's [thicc] booty and up her lower back with every thrust.

Her stifled moans echo off the canyon walls as she takes every ounce of lust I have to give her!

No… not lust…

I love this woman!

This woman I'm currently fucking like an animal… I love her!

I feel like my entire life before I met her was just leading up to that moment!

I'm living through my life's own happy ending right now!

The story's over, the sad parts are done… only happy times from here on!

The realisation of what this woman means to me makes me decide that I need to look at her face, right now!

I stop, mid stroke, and pull out, rolling her onto her back with a push to the side of her rump.

I come back down on top of her and rip out her gag (the flimsy fabric easily tearing in the face of the solidity of a Human skull!)

I don't give her the opportunity to say anything though, instead feverishly pressing my mouth against hers, kissing her with furious passion as I reenter her and resume my loving assault.

I'm not ready to say it yet, Jae… but I love you!

---Twila's perspective---

I hone in on the signals, around 10km from where I dropped the pair this morning, and land.

I open the doors and the two Humans step aboard.

"Fun day of 'recreation'?" I ask the dishevelled pair with a smirk in my voice. It doesn't take too much imagination to think that they might have been doing a little more than enjoying the scenery out here!

"Yes thank you, Twila." smiles the woman.

"The two of you must be famished from all that 'sightseeing'!" I continue the tease.

Pretending not to have noticed, she answers "Actually, yes… You wouldn't happen to know what's on the menu for dinner, would you?"

A little put out that neither of them are reacting, I pout a little as I say "Cookie's doing sweetpotato masala dosas for the Terrans…"

Noting the confused expression on her boyfriend's face, Jae asks "You know what those are, Tymie?"

He shakes his head "No… What are they?"

"They're a kind of savoury pancake…" I answer.

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