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Dinner
by Priscilla

Author's Note: Special thank-you to Claire who introduced me to the Tenth Kingdom and bought me my own copy!

In the fields of green and lilies white sits Una.
Plump and short, with skin like freshly churned cream and lips like the first budding rose.
Her hair is the color of golden wheat, fat curls that are pulled back from that milky countenance.
She is teasing the flock.
As she bends to flaunt a piece of cloth before the drowsy eyes of a sheep, her plump and utterly creamy chest gives way to the valley of her succulent breasts.
Her eyes are dancing evilly as my own eyes hungrily roam her juicy figure.
I lick my lips.
Slow and sleek I move, my eyes never straying from Una. She does not hear the sound of my feet and is blissfully ignorant of my presence.
Closer and closer I draw to the unconscious sheperdess, closer and closer to the plump and succulently divine meat.
She sees me.
The rose leaves her lips and cheeks and her eyes go dead.
No sound does she make as I edge nearer to her.
Not even a whimper as I breathe in her maddening scent.
Her staff has fallen to the ground, forgotten.
I graze her rounded neck with the points of my teeth before cutting the skin.
Her blood is warm in my mouth and I savor her flavor.
My eyes flash as I stare into those of dinner.

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