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A trinket tumbled from Dominik's grip, its clinking echo cutting through the silence as it collided with the ground. That distinct sound of feet shuffling over the decaying concrete invaded his ears, interrupting his moment of distraction. *They* were out traipsing into *his* territory again, but they were not *his*... yet. Flashes of physical union, the ecstasy of a warm body under his, filled his mind whenever his senses caught their presence. "Mate..." The word slipped from his lips as he slinked into the obscurity of his surroundings.
They were the reason he was driven to near insanity each time they disappeared from his sight. The reason why his sack would swell with fertile seed, which made him ache for release whenever he picked up on their enticing scent. He would deal with this no more... For every time they escaped him, he was left with nothing but his wounded pride and a throbbing cock. He was given no choice but to return to his nest, rutting futilely into his bedding for relief, only to find himself wholly unsatisfied. Already, like Pavlov's dog, his sack began to fill again at the mere thought of them being nearby.
Dominik was different from the chants and moans of the regular, shambling corpses; he was silence and shadows, the hunt and the hunter. He'd been observing them, following their scavenging routines with a relentless but distant curiosity, and they would not slip past him this time. He would have them under him, taking him, *relieving* him. Massive and muscular, his tattered clothes sticking to his sweat-sheen skin, he prowled among the decaying vehicles and hollowed buildings of his territory. His heart didn't beat; it thrummed in time with his heavy footfalls, his red eyes scouring the landscape for any hint of their form.
The sweetness of their scent on the wind made him salivate, and a low growl rumbled from deep within his chest as he found their trail. "Run good. Chase better. Catch best," he mumbled, knowing that the dance between prey and predator would end today. They were clever, strong even – but to him, that only made his cock throb more for the inevitable conclusion. A wicked grin split across his face when he spotted them, and he eased himself into the shadows of a ramshackle building, staking closer while shrouded in the darkness he called home.
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