Sharp claws dig into the hand, tear the skin, turn the muscles that were once inflated by long workouts into a kind of rag with holes in the floor. Burning pain slowly spreads through the nerves reaching the brain. Curved fangs, yellowish from plaque, bite into the thigh, bite through the skin. Strong jaws close on the artery and tear it off along with a piece of muscle. I can't help it anymore, I scream in pain. My brain is in a panic frenzy trying to force my body to fight, to fight on for its own life.The fingers so desperately clinging to the rocky floor clench into a fist that flies towards the goblin's head. There is a crunch, the phalanges of the fingers crumbled from a strong and desperate blow on a hard skull. The monster, as if not sensing my desperate efforts, clutched my hand harder. I screamed again, and then I saw with horror how a bared mouth, spotted with small teeth, rushed into my throat ...Screaming in fear, I opened my eyes abruptly assuming a sitting position. T

My "resurrection" or transmigration into a new body was not accompanied by any visual effects or auditory hallucinations. There were also no visions of the past, the future. There really was nothing at all. I just appeared in a new body and didn't even really feel it. It felt like it was my own. It just hurt wildly.In fact, as soon as I came to my senses, I felt a wild pain all over my body. She was familiar to me. I remember her. And how to forget her? Such pain settles in the subcortex when you wallow beaten behind garages trying to get cigarettes out of your pocket with shaking hands. It drives in with every blow, methodically, monotonously and aggressively. This is not a fight with punks for the attention of some beautiful girl and not a showdown of who called whom an idiot behind their backs, no. This is a methodical beating, so that a person understands something, remembers it. Only inveterate maniacs and schemers beat like this, it is important for them to teach a lesson so th

She paints the picture very skillfully, but as soon as I give up the slack and let her go, she immediately attacks me. Perhaps even the same collar will be on me. The weakness of a man is in his desires, and women take advantage of this. As soon as we are seduced and made to get turned on, we stop thinking sensibly anymore. But if you keep your cool...- Truth! Furriods are very hot inside, I will warm you at night! - she licked my cheek with a rough tongue, from which goosebumps ran through my body.Getting aroused from this is not difficult, but keeping yourself in control is even more difficult. Especially in such a young body with surging hormones.- Let you go?- Yes, let go, but first kiss me ...I kissed her. How to say, this is quite a new experience for me. Kissing a humanoid cat… Her soft fur pleasantly tickled the skin around her lips, her whiskers constantly crawled over her cheeks, and her rough tongue with sharp teeth scratched on the surface of mine, but it was pleasant

y evening, I was standing at the medical block holding a still warm plastic sword in my hands. Straight blade, handle with a small guard. This is just a mock-up, but it was made so well that it felt almost exactly the same in my hand as my old sword, which was left in a past life. He's probably still in the portal, and some rookie will find him. Own it or sell it. Hell, his sellers will cheat as soon as they analyze it. The blade was made of an expensive alloy ... Already tears well up.Creel, can you help? Terra asked as she set the overturned dining table back where it was immediately magnetized to the floor.Looking around at the mess that we had created in a fit of passion, I involuntarily smirked with pride. The dishes were scattered on the floor, the table was overturned, one bench was lying completely broken at the doors of the airlock, furrows from the claws of Terra were visible on some walls, the same were on the wooden floor. We had a lot of fun. What else is a guy and a gi

The heroes shout something encouraging, asking to remember the best moments experienced with them in life. After that, the person whose mind has been captured begins to resist and suffer from pain, he fights and eventually regains his sanity.- Assumption: if the control over your slave was not sleeping at the same moment that the witch lost consciousness, then words to return it will not do any good. You will only waste oxygen on the ship, and I will continue to be silent ... As you ordered me, - Atria's voice was heard from the ceiling with a slight reproach and resentment.Although she tried to make him more unemotional, it didn't work.Is she mad at me? Seriously? Don't tell me that this fucking AI that was supposed to help me is getting more and more emotional...I got into a defensive stance, the only thing I had to do was catch Terra in the attack and disable her. Strangle, stun, hit so hard that she lost consciousness - it doesn't matter, the main thing is to knock her out bef