Melanie and Fiona had been together for three years. Fiona surprised Melanie with a weekend stay in a very expensive hotel beside the sea. They had a spa, a very highly rated restaurant and a beach of soft white sand that ran for miles with the soft waves of the Atlantic lapping at it. Melanie squealed with excitement and danced around happily.
When the day came for their special weekend away, Fiona drove them along the narrow winding country roads, the top was down, the sun was shining, the wind blew their hair like streamers behind them. As they got nearer to the hotel the air was full of the salt tang of the sea, and the pungent iodine of seaweed.
Melanie wriggled in her seat with pure giddy joy and sang boisterously as they pulled up to the hotel. After checking in, the two women went to their suite and raced to the balcony to look at the sea. The waves flowed in a soft rolling surge against the rocks, plumes of spray danced in the air before falling to the ground.
Melanie was enchanted at the sight, she closed her eyes and breathed in the heady scent of the sea. Sometimes Fiona felt she was living with a mermaid or a sea nymph.
That evening the moon was full and filled the night with soft light. The sea was slowly returning to claim the beach and wash away the footprints of those who had been there since the last tide.
Melanie wrapped her arm around Fiona and whispered in her ear. “Wouldn’t it be lovely to forget about all the rules society says we have to live by for just one night. To run on that sand like we didn’t care about any of that like we were savage beasts.”
Fiona’s eyes went wide with excitement, she’d always wanted to do something like that but hadn’t expected Melanie to feel like that.
“I didn’t know you felt that way, tell me more about it.” Fiona’s voice was husky with excitement, her fingers twitched with suppressed glee.
“I want to feel what it’s like to just be wild Fiona. To be chased by a predator along the beach made to run for my life. To be brought down, to fight a little to break free. Then to be taken, passionately right where others could see. To have my huntress feast on my body and take my love. I’m getting a little turned on just talking about it.” Melanie’s nipples were much more visible, straining against her top.
Fiona turned back towards the room, her eyes were aglow with savage delight. She’d always wanted to do that to Melanie but hadn’t known how to bring it up. This way she could make them both have their fantasy come true, and make this anniversary one never to be forgotten.
The two women got dressed for dinner, Melanie wearing a beautiful red dress that accentuated her figure and made her dark hair all the more striking. Fiona in a knee-length black dress with silver thread running through it, her blonde hair pulled up and into a loose bun.
Both women checked each other out in the elevator ride to the restaurant. Their eyes danced with subtle light. In the restaurant an iced bottle of champagne waited for them, candles flickered on the table, close to the big window so they could see the sea.
Melanie noticed that Fiona normally a glutton ate lightly, and only drank a glass or two of champagne. When dessert comes Fiona politely declined, even though they have apple tart her special favourite.
As they headed back to the suite, Fiona made an excuse about wanting to check a reservation for the morning with the front desk. Melanie went to their room and found a card on the bed, inside written in Fiona’s hand were the words.
See you on the beach in thirty minutes, wear something you don’t mind being ripped. F
Melanie changed into a simple dress with buttons that could be easily ripped off, and a pair of sandals she can get out of easily when she’s on the beach.
Melanie walked along the beach, saw the night watchman walking his dog. Waved at them and removed her sandals to walk on the wet sand. She skipped through the foamy surf, kicked at the waves, splashing water.
A shape in the shadows moved towards the water. Possibly a night swimmer, the body was naked and definitely female. The figure wasn’t heading into the water it was sprinting towards her.
‘Oh, golly that figure isn’t looking for help, its hands are curled like claws and it’s making some kind of snarling noise,’ Melanie thought to herself.
Melanie recognized the figure as Fiona, only she’d taken off her dress, had black body paint smeared across her eyes and was growling like some kind of animal.
Melanie felt a cold wave of fear run over her. This is what it felt like to be prey when the predator approaches. She could stand there and Fiona would just make love to her in the sea spray. That wasn’t what Fiona had done for her though.
This was her chance to live her fantasy, to be chased hard by a primal huntress. To run for her life, to fight to survive. Then when she’d been overwhelmed by her huntress, she’d be taken like the prey she was. Melanie felt tears prickle in her eyes, Fiona loved her that much to let her huntress out to play.
Wet feet pounded up the beach towards her, a howl of primal fury on the wind. The huntress was going to catch her prey, would the prey make it easy, or would it play its part.
Melanie turned and fled up the beach, her feet squelching on the wet sand. Her strong legs driving her into a fast sprint. The sand sucked at her feet and tried to slow her down.
A hungry animalistic panting approached, Fiona had changed course and wasn’t running through the sea. She’d swung left behind her, cutting off her escape route.
Melanie would have to outrun Fiona or be herded into the sea and caught.
Melanie looked over her left shoulder, Fiona was ten feet away and closing fast. Drool dripped from her snarling lips; her fingers curled like claws. She moved less like a woman running on the beach and more like a big carnivore chasing its dinner.
Melanie felt her feet strike a partially filled in hole in the beach and her feet went out from under her.
Her left arm swept out to keep her balance, the sandals flew from her grasp and a yelp of surprised pain told her where’d they’d gone. Melanie dropped to the ground and rolled into a forward roll. This pulled her foot out of the trap and kept her momentum.
An arm shot over her head and missed her by inches as her forward roll pulled her back onto her feet. A heavy splash told her Fiona had overextended in her reach for her and fallen into the slowly approaching tide.
Melanie didn’t turn back or stop to look. She gritted her teeth and veered left, away from the sea, towards the seagrass mounds. A furious howl behind her told her that Fiona had regained her balance and was charging once again.
Melanie heard a squelching sound and glanced to her right, that was the critical mistake.
Fiona dived at her legs, strong hands gripped her ankles and pulled back hard.
Melanie went into a controlled fall, rolled with the impact landing on her side.