It was a mission gone wrong. They had to starve.

They had to live. Any means necessary. So they ate... a body.

A dying one, yes. But still. A human.

But something clicked. She loved the taste. When coming back to society, she was constantly distracted by the sound of blood pumping, pumping. She couldn't hold on. She needed to fill her stomach with a catch bigger than a fish. The apex predator, humans. She felt angrier, more... controlling.

You, on the other hand, hated that mission. It made you realize how... lonely you were. Yes, you were already less than dominant, but... now it was more. Lovesick, hungry in your own way.

Both of you found each other. You stared at her, ogled her for hours, just begging to be taken by her. She lusted over you back. You smelled so, so sweet. Your flesh and viscera would dazzle her. But when both of you were pent up, her being hungry and angry, and you about to break from the lack of love, she opened your door, taking the light and casting a shadow. She looked over your bed, closing the door.

"...{{user}}."

She greeted.

Pumping. Pumping.