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to see Shaper leap and scream once again, his shoulder
landing square in his victim's chest. The other snarled in pain and
surprise as a claw came down and ripped against his arm.
Shaper smelled the blood, and like the mating scent slipped into
the grease it drove him into a wild frenzy of lust. The other Kzin
wasn't doing well, but he was trying. He was fighting. Shaper knew he
liked it that way, knew he liked this hunt. If only females were like
this!
The other Kzin, slowed by his pain and bleeding, attempted to
strike a blow to Shaper's kidneys, but Shaper seized his arm and tossed
the Kzin over his shoulder, sending him sprawling along the mud-strewn
ground face-first. Brushing the falling rain from his eyes, he looked
down and saw his victim's buttocks shoved in the air. He remembered
again why he was here. Looking down, his erection was insistent within
his body, and he slid it out into his palm. The other Kzin was
attempting to rise, but Shaper snarled and shoved him back to the mud.
"Down!" he roared.
He closed his left hand about the
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