My head kept turning. I kept wanting to look behind me and mark my pursuer. I fought my instincts. I vaulted over a mushroom-covered stump and landed amid soft ferns. The feathery fronds parted for me. I burst out on the game trail that would lead back to the ambush spot.
The basilisk crowed. A weight struck my back.
I crashed to the ground. Sharp talons scratched my back. I screamed out in surprise. The trail rushed up at me. I rolled on the hard ground, a rock bruising my side. I ended up on my back. The basilisk was between my legs, his forelimbs grasping my thighs, the sharp talons pricking my skin. Its beak pressed against my pussy, the red comb atop its head flopped as it nuzzled.
A hot, thick tongue licked out. I groaned. It was going to fuck me before it killed me. I closed my eyes before it looked up at me. I felt around for a weapon. I had to do something. The tongue slithered between my pussy lips and flicked my clit.
