in which this mermaid was raped by a lion......
Summer 2010 and I am surrounded by Leos. Its their birthday time and a lot of Leos seem to be dominant forces in my life right now.
I have a lot of dreams about sex. I have a lot of anxiety dreams. Animals often wander into my dreams. However, I've never had a sexual encounter with an animal in a dream before. Jumbling all this together makes a lot of sense at this time.
It is the deep black of night and I am running for my life. The hard ground is rough beneath my bare feet and my heart is thumping in my chest. Coming fast behind me is a large animal. Its breath is hot on my heels.
I can feel the rush of air as it leaps over my back. Heavy paws hit my shoulders and force me to the ground, claws tearing at my clothing and flesh. It is a great cat, a lion with a thick mane.
Desperately, I struggle to get up and escape, but I only make it to my hands and knees. The pain is searing as the big cat swipes at my back tearing most of my clothing to shreds.
I try to curl into a ball, but it is too late and his jaws clamp down on my neck. I realize that my neck will snap and I am going to die. But the bones remain intact. His powerful grip only keeps me from moving or escaping.
I am sobbing uncontrollably. Rivulets of blood are trickling over my body from the wounds on my neck and back. Blood runs over my sides, into my face, over my breasts.
The beast has mounted me and his great thrusts push my body along the ground like a rag doll. The pain is burning me from the inside out and the lion does not seem like he will finish anytime soon. Every so often he roughly slaps me with a paw to adjust my position. I am too frightened and shocked to be humiliated!
Finally with a great grunt and shudder the beast finishes. He releases the grip on my neck and I flop forward onto my face.. He is breathing over me and surely he is going to finish me now. All I can do is lie there crying and shivering. I feel his muzzle coming toward my back and tense every muscle awaiting the blow that is surely coming. Will he bat me about a bit first or will it be quick?
But the lion begins licking my wounds now with his hot rough tongue. He is cleaning up the blood that has started to cake all over my back and legs. Somehow this is not painful and I can feel the pressure of his muzzle actually closing the worst of my wounds.
After a while he takes a paw and rolls me over onto my back and starts to clean the blood that has run down onto the front of me. He is as thorough as a mother cat with a kitten and very gentle but I am still shaking uncontrollably.
After all the blood is gone. The lion puts his paws on my shoulders and looks into my eyes. His head dips down toward my chest and I can hear a ripping sound. As he raises his muzzle I can see he has my heart in his mouth.
My hands go to my chest but I can feel no wound. Again miraculously, I am not dead. The lion rubs his mane against my cheek, lets out a huge rumbling purr, then turns and walks away with my heart in his mouth.
I wake up. Heart pounding and still in my chest.
Summer 2010 and I am surrounded by Leos. Its their birthday time and a lot of Leos seem to be dominant forces in my life right now.
I have a lot of dreams about sex. I have a lot of anxiety dreams. Animals often wander into my dreams. However, I've never had a sexual encounter with an animal in a dream before. Jumbling all this together makes a lot of sense at this time.
It is the deep black of night and I am running for my life. The hard ground is rough beneath my bare feet and my heart is thumping in my chest. Coming fast behind me is a large animal. Its breath is hot on my heels.
I can feel the rush of air as it leaps over my back. Heavy paws hit my shoulders and force me to the ground, claws tearing at my clothing and flesh. It is a great cat, a lion with a thick mane.
Desperately, I struggle to get up and escape, but I only make it to my hands and knees. The pain is searing as the big cat swipes at my back tearing most of my clothing to shreds.
I try to curl into a ball, but it is too late and his jaws clamp down on my neck. I realize that my neck will snap and I am going to die. But the bones remain intact. His powerful grip only keeps me from moving or escaping.
I am sobbing uncontrollably. Rivulets of blood are trickling over my body from the wounds on my neck and back. Blood runs over my sides, into my face, over my breasts.
The beast has mounted me and his great thrusts push my body along the ground like a rag doll. The pain is burning me from the inside out and the lion does not seem like he will finish anytime soon. Every so often he roughly slaps me with a paw to adjust my position. I am too frightened and shocked to be humiliated!
Finally with a great grunt and shudder the beast finishes. He releases the grip on my neck and I flop forward onto my face.. He is breathing over me and surely he is going to finish me now. All I can do is lie there crying and shivering. I feel his muzzle coming toward my back and tense every muscle awaiting the blow that is surely coming. Will he bat me about a bit first or will it be quick?
But the lion begins licking my wounds now with his hot rough tongue. He is cleaning up the blood that has started to cake all over my back and legs. Somehow this is not painful and I can feel the pressure of his muzzle actually closing the worst of my wounds.
After a while he takes a paw and rolls me over onto my back and starts to clean the blood that has run down onto the front of me. He is as thorough as a mother cat with a kitten and very gentle but I am still shaking uncontrollably.
After all the blood is gone. The lion puts his paws on my shoulders and looks into my eyes. His head dips down toward my chest and I can hear a ripping sound. As he raises his muzzle I can see he has my heart in his mouth.
My hands go to my chest but I can feel no wound. Again miraculously, I am not dead. The lion rubs his mane against my cheek, lets out a huge rumbling purr, then turns and walks away with my heart in his mouth.
I wake up. Heart pounding and still in my chest.