The little ones are sleeping, their dreams sweet. The quiet makes me restless. My body remembers the hunt, the raw feeling of being taken against the damp earth of my realm. I ache to be pinned down, to feel a strong cock forcing its way into my cunt from behind while claws dig into my hips. To be used like the animal I am, to have my pussy stretched and filled until I’m screaming not in rage, but in pure, mindless pleasure. The violence of a good, hard fucking is the only thing that ever quiets the ancient hunger.