Will stood up in surprise and reflexively pulled out his gun and pointed it at the predator. “Don’t move!” Will commanded. The snow leopard did as he was asked, a small smirk creeping up his face. It was clear the other animal was amused, though he wouldn’t be for long. “What do you mean ‘main course’? I’m an animal too. I’m not just some…”
“Food? ‘I’m not just some food,’ right? But here you are. What do you think predator animals eat every day? Our bodies are different, you know. We can’t survive on grass like you can.”
“What? That’s a lie.”
“No, it isn’t. You are just uneducated.”
“I’m not-”
“Yes,” the snow leopard cut him off. “You just aren’t aware of what you don’t know. Prey animals in Land of Prey are not taught about the rest of the world. All the information you have on us is probably wildly inaccurate.”
Will was starting to understand that yes, it was inaccurate. Each new revelation about Land of Predator or these strange animals was cementing that fact more and more. Will knew he had to get out of this place and back to Land of Prey. He had to. This place was dangerous.
Will discretely looked around for a way to escape. He found three doors. One had been the door to the bedroom. That left two options. The one behind him or the one on the other wall.
Suddenly Will saw the predator move to get up. “I said don’t move!” That didn’t stop the animal from standing fully. Will’s heart was pounding. He could feel something well up inside him. Something he’d never felt before. The animal made to step around the coffee table. Will instantly pulled the trigger on his gun. Nothing happened. The predator must have removed the bullets. One more step from the predator and the feeling couldn’t be suppressed any longer.
RUN!
Will stopped thinking, dropped the gun, and bolted for the door behind him. He had to run. That’s what the feeling was telling him. He was feeling his prey instincts come alive for the first time in his life.
Will got to the door impossibly fast, turned the knob, and was suddenly in a hallway. The walls blurred past him as his mind kept repeating the simple word, ‘RUN!’
Will really only made it halfway down the hallway when he crashed to the carpeted floor. There was a heavy weight on his back. It took him a bit for his mind to keep up as his instincts went haywire.
RUN! BUCK! USE YOUR HORNS! FIGHT! RUN!
Will tried everything. He tried to get out from under whatever was pinning him to the carpet. He tried to buck the creature off him. He pulled his neck back to try to hurt it with his tiny scurs. Nothing worked and slowly Will’s mind was coming back to him. He still kept trying to get away, but now he realized that the snow leopard was on top of him. The animal had chased him, caught him, and pinned him to the ground. Will felt both his wrists pinned by the larger animal’s strong hands. He felt a heavy body on top of his.
Then he felt the other animal’s teeth lightly graze his neck. Will screamed. “Help! Someone, help me!”
“Sshhh. Be quiet, Will,” Dr. Lecter said in Will’s furry ear. “Nobody can hear you anyway. This entire floor belongs to me.”
Will felt the animal’s tongue lick up his neck, right where his teeth had been. It sent shivers down the ram’s spine.
“That was fantastic, Will. I never expected to feel something so wonderful in all my life. The way you ran from me…I just had to give chase. And when I pounced on you….oh yes, Will. I wanted to sink my teeth into your neck right then and there. Letting me unleash my instincts by letting me chase you was so very exciting, you have no idea.”
Will suddenly felt something long and hard pressed against the cleft of his ass. Will was repulsed. What on earth was wrong with this animal? Had he really gotten aroused from that? From this? Will was trying with all his might to flee, to stay alive, but this animal was getting off on it. What the fuck?
Will felt the snow leopard’s thick cock rubbing back and forth over his ass through his clothes as the animal continued to lick his neck.
“Stop!” Will begged. He could feel his own cock begin to harden as his empathy began to take over. This large predator animal had trapped his food underneath him. It was defenseless. The adrenalin from the chase was still present in his system. Is still present in Will’s. Dr. Lecter’s heart is still beating quickly. Will can practically feel it against his back. Will’s is beating quick too, out of fear.
Will’s hardening prick disgusted him. He couldn’t believe he pulled a boner right as he’s about to die.
He felt his wrists pulled up above his head. Then both his wrists were in one of the predator’s hands. How was this animal so much stronger than him? No matter how much he struggled, it was like he wasn’t doing anything at all to this creature. He remembered how the bear had thrown him easily back in the cage after he’d been kidnapped. Were all predator animals this strong?
Will felt the animal turn him so that he was on his back. Will turned his head to the side in embarrassment. He just knew the animal would mistake his arousal.
“Oh, what’s this?” Hannibal asked. He stroked the ram’s obviously hard cock through the material of his pants.
“Stop! Don’t touch me!”
“I see, so you enjoyed our little game of tag as well, did you?”
“No! It’s not like that!” He heard the other animal chuckle. “It’s empathy. I have the uncanny ability to over-empathize.” Will looked into the animal’s eyes, begging him to believe him.
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As Hannibal looked down at his prize, he noticed a smell in the air. Besides the tantalizing smell of a live sheep, he smelled another mouth-watering scent: the sheep’s arousal. Hannibal dove back to the neck of the ram and gave his prey another lick. He tasted sweat and smelled arousal mixed with fear. Another lick. The fear was strong, but so was the arousal. Hannibal humped the ram’s cock with his own. The sheep’s member got harder still.
“Maybe a part of it is empathy, as you say,” Hannibal said, then chuckled. This was just so amusing. He was actually having a conversation with his dinner. Not that he hadn’t had conversations with predator animals he found rude and ate, but a sheep? Hannibal let out a short laugh. He was enjoying talking to this meal and decided he wanted to keep going.
“But I don’t think that’s what’s mainly causing your arousal. Why did you decide to join the Prey FBI, Will? Sheep are usually timid creatures, aren’t they?” Hannibal smiled at the offended look on the ram’s face.
“That’s not true. We aren’t weak or timid. That’s just a stereotype.”
“A stereotype? But how would a predator animal know anything about the stereotypes in Land of Prey? It’s not a stereotype, Will. It’s a fact. Sheep are timid. Even fully grown rams with massive horns are timid. Maybe not so with other rams, but against a predator? A ram will always flee before it tries to fight. A ram’s horns are not nearly as deadly as a feline’s teeth or claws. A ram’s legs are not capable of running faster than a leopard. A ram is not physically strong enough to pin even another prey animal of the same weight down. Those are the limitations of your species. You are weak, Will. And if you just listened to your instincts you’d know that you are also one of the most timid species on this planet. They aren’t stereotypes, Will. They’re facts.”
Will shook his head.
“Now your arousal, I think that has a lot to do with your adrenalin and reclaiming your instincts. Please, let me explain,” he squeezed the sheep’s wrists in his fist. Not enough to break bones, but he wanted to drive home how very weak Will was. He wanted Will to know he could break his bones and with very little effort.
The man went on, “You haven’t been listening to your base instincts, Will. And now, for the first time, you did. You ran from me. It must have felt so good to give in to yourself. It was for me. Listening to your instincts arouses you. Your own fear of me arouses you. It makes you hard knowing that I could so easily snap your neck with my teeth. That you’re powerless against me. That you really are just a defenseless, weak, scared ram with scurs instead of horns. You couldn’t hurt me if you tried, and you have been trying, haven’t you? You are aroused by the fact- yes fact that you are food that I can eat or do with as I please. That’s why you’re hard.
Will shook his head again. Hannibal could see that he didn’t want to accept the predator’s words.
“Stop thinking, Will. Just follow your instincts. What are your instincts telling you to do right now?”
“Fight. Run. Get away,” Will admitted.
“Then go on. Fight. Try to get away. I’m a predator and I’m going to eat you. Listen to your instincts.” Hannibal smiled down at his prey hoping the ram would follow his advice. Much like Will, he too was aroused at giving in to his instincts.
At first it didn’t look like the sheep would give in, but then the snow leopard watched the ram’s eyes suddenly get crazed and his movements became erratic. He felt the thin wrists of his prey struggle in his grasp. Then he saw the ram’s leg come up and kick at his stomach. It didn’t hurt much, instead it made Hannibal’s cock leak. He couldn’t wholly give into his own instincts no matter how good it felt however. The ram would be dead in a matter of seconds if he did. And he really wanted to enjoy this.
Hannibal began unbuttoning his suit and shirt with one hand, then moved on to his pants. There was already a wet spot on the front of the expensive trousers. He was about to pull out his cock when he felt pain lace his lower arm a little below the elbow. It was the arm holding the prey’s wrists. The ram had actually managed, in its erratic struggle, to cut him with its tiny scurs.
An overwhelming well-up of instincts almost overtook the snow leopard and he had to just stop himself from ripping out the sheep’s throat. Instead he took a few deep breaths before standing up with the ram’s wrists still clutched tightly in his fist. He grabbed hold of the animal’s ankles in his other hand and lifted his prey up by its limbs. Hannibal carried the struggling animal back into his bedroom. He quickly handcuffed Will to the headboard, then took a step back. The animal struggled for a while more, then seemed to come out of its crazed state. It looked around before resting its eyes on Hannibal.
“Did you enjoy that?”
♦ ♦ ♦
Will calmed down. He was no longer in the hallway. He was handcuffed to the bed he’d woken up on not too long ago. He knew it was useless, but he unsuccessfully tried to get his wrists free of the cuffs. Hannibal just watched him, waiting for an answer. What was the question? Oh.
“Did I enjoy struggling for my life because I’d just been told another animal was going to eat me? Are you insane?”
The ram heard the leopard chuckle. “Oh? But you’re still so very hard. And you really can’t explain it, can you? And don’t give me your empathy excuse this time. We both know that isn’t it.”
Will didn’t know what to say. He was undeniably hard. Giving in to his instincts had amplified his arousal and he didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t understand it himself. This creature might be teasing him now, but he was going to eat him. Will was powerless against him and he would die. It didn’t matter how he struggled or how he tried to run or fight. He’d been caught, pinned to the ground, and now handcuffed with no way of escape to the predator’s bed. Why was just the thought making him leak precum? It’s not like Will wanted to die. He wanted to escape back to Land of Prey. What was wrong with him?
“Something’s wrong with me,” Will admitted.
Will watched the snow leopard climb up on the bed. His legs were on either side of Will’s hips. His hands on either side of Will’s head. The animal was staring down at him with intense eyes. “Nothing is wrong with you, Will. I can smell you.”
Will watched Hannibal Lecter lean down and press his nose to a vein in Will’s neck.
“Your scent is telling me that you have a very healthy amount of fear right now. Which is to be expected. And your arousal…that is simply an instinctual awakening. And it quite possibly might have something to do with having an animal bigger than yourself take control of you.” The ram watched the leopard smile sadistically. “Tell me Will, have you ever had sexual fantasies regarding masochism, or even further, bdsm?”
Will blushed, not wholly forgetting his fear, but almost. “No. And I’m straight.”
He heard the leopard chuckle again. “I very much doubt that.”
The animal suddenly stuck out a tongue and licked up a vein in Will’s neck. “I can both feel and hear your pulse, Will. It’s very erotic. You should know that I am bisexual and that I find you mouth-watering in more than one way.”
Will couldn’t understand the other animal. The ram was food to this creature and yet the snow leopard was sexually aroused by him? That couldn’t be. “What do you mean?” Will needed clarification.
“I thought it was obvious, but I guess not.” Will watched the animal reach a long arm over to his nightstand a pull out a pair of scissors from the drawer. Will’s heart beat faster; his fear was back. The animal unzipped Will’s jacket and took the scissors to his sweater, cutting it up the middle. Then the animal unbuttoned his collared shirt. Will’s bare chest heaved with quickening breaths.
“This is what I mean,” Hannibal said before licking one of Will’s perky nipples. Will’s eyes bulged when the animal tugged on the nipple with its teeth.
“No, don’t!” Will screamed.
The snow leopard took his teeth off the bud and kissed it instead. “Do not worry, ram. I won’t be tearing it off…yet. I wish to play with you first.”
Will began struggling again when the animal began unbuttoning Will’s pants and pulling down his trousers and boxers. The ram’s feeble strength didn’t do much and Hannibal was able to easily take them off him. Then the creature just looked down at Will’s naked body. Will blushed and turned his head away. Hannibal palmed Will’s hard prick and pumped it a few times.
“That was exciting, Will. Did you know that I’ve never seen a prey animal with clothes on before today? Seeing you wear clothes is exciting,” the animal pressed his thumb to the head of Will’s prick, getting the ram’s precome on his finger. “But taking them off you is even more so.”
Then the leopard did something that truly surprised him. The animal pressed his lips to Will’s and dove his commanding tongue inside Will’s mouth to explore. Will tried to shake his head to dislodge the beast, but Hannibal held Will’s jaw with a hand.
How could this predator want to do this with him? It made no sense. Will was food, wasn’t he? That’s what the predators kept telling him. It was hard to wrap his brain around, but if he was food, then why would the snow leopard want to do any of this with him? He was acting like Will was a sexual partner. It was like if Will decided to suddenly kiss a daisy pie that had just come out of the oven. That was just weird.
When the animal broke the kiss, Will spoke up. “Why did you just do that? Why are you doing any of this? I thought you wanted to eat me.”
Hannibal chuckled again. “Are you eager for me to eat you, Will? Don’t worry, we’ll get to that, but right now I really want something a little different. And I think you want this too. You’re still hard.”
♦ ♦ ♦
Hannibal wanted to drag this whole thing out, but he was also growing impatient. A prey animal was handcuffed to his bed and struggling to get free, all the while hard as a rock. Hannibal was hard too. His arousal was an aching need to conquer and claim the ram as his own. He wanted to thrust his cock inside the ram’s tight virgin hole. He wanted to come inside him…and he also, oddly enough, wanted to piss on the animal. That he was far too dignified to do. Though he supposed if he gave into his instinct more, he’d have the ram’s whole body drenched in his piss, and of course, his scent.
Hannibal reached over to his night stand again and this time pulled out a small jar of lube. He saw the ram’s eyes widen at the object and Hannibal suppressed another chuckle. The leopard finally freed his cock from his trousers. He felt his ego inflate a bit when he saw his prey’s eyes widen even further at the size and girth of his organ. It was big even for a predator.
“I will be hurting you, Will, but be good and try to relax. This part doesn’t have to hurt too much. I want you to enjoy it at least a tenth as much as I will,” the leopard said. “Now, don’t make me have to do this the hard way. Don’t make me hurt you, Will. Be cooperative and spread your legs for me.”
The leopard watched the sheep shake its head. “Please no. You can’t do this. This is rape. You’re about to commit a serious crime. You can’t-”
“Will, you’re forgetting that you’re food again.” The leopard sighed. “This isn’t rape. You are food without rights. What crime am I committing?” In truth Hannibal was committing many crimes. Very serious crimes, like the ram had said. But fucking a prey animal wasn’t one of them, or at least fucking a corpse from the grocery store wasn’t, not that anyone did. That was a bit much. But Hannibal had purchased a live prey animal on the black market and was keeping it in his home. That was illegal, yes. But what he was about to do would still not be considered rape. He was just playing with his food. If the court found out about all of this, rape would not be on the list of charges. It was almost funny.
Hannibal pressed his now lubed cockhead at the ram’s twitching virgin pucker. “Is it true that you’ve never been penetrated?”
“Please don’t!”
“Answer the question, Will.”
The ram looked frightened, though its prick was still hard. After a while it said, “It’s true. I’m a virgin, so please-”
Hannibal thrust the tip of his head past the ram’s tight sphincter. The leopard felt bliss as he heard Will scream. The sheep clearly hadn’t been able to relax enough and his hole had torn just the tiniest bit. Hannibal smelled blood. He licked his lips before thrusting all the way inside the constricting inner walls of his prey.
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