The Love That Consumes
She was tall, angular, with large eyes that captured his reflection.
“We’re different. It doesn’t have to end this way,” he told her.
She continued to ride him even as her mouth drew near. She was merciless in her desire to mate. “But you know my kind. I have a voracious s****l appettite.”
“Fight it.”
They had worked together for years and despite his advances she held off, worried that s*x would destroy their friendship. On his world the closest thing to her was the praying mantis.
“Relatioships happen,” he had argued. “It’s only natural.”
Sometimes you can’t fight nature.
