The night air stabbed at her lungs, cold, and piercing. Making her throat burn and dry out, her lungs stung, her ribs had felt as if a knife had been wedged between them. She couldn't stop. She had to keep running. Having abandoned the small cottage she had been living in - on the border of the great woods on the outskirts of town. She knew the risks of living there, even as a child growing up within that household.
Many monsters lurked these woods and called them home. Living right on the outskirts of them always had risks. Tonight, opportunity struck and the Monsters took advantage of it. She had played with fire, dangled a steak before the savage beast and now? There was hell to pay for it. Huntress had become the hunted.
So now, she ran. She ran furiously. Passing trees, shrubs, and boulders. The scenery that was once so familiar to her- was now so foreign. She couldn't recognize where she was by now. The air felt colder. She skid over the leaf-litter and toppled over with a curse. Luckily, the earth was soft and loamy. She didn't break skin, but the quiver on her back jostled and arrows went flying from the impact of her fall. She scrambled, gathering a few of them. As she got to her feet she looked about carefully. Panting heavily as she tried to get her bearings. She hunted in these woods for years, set up traps and snares for prey, she even fished here. She knew these woods. It somewhat frightened her now that with the cover of night, these woods took on an entirely different persona. As if shedding one mask and donning another.
The sound of rustling to her right. Her hands blurred, pulling an arrow and notching it. She drew back the string of her bow and her eyes narrowed. More movement and the arrow flew- she almost didn't feel the tension in her arms from the flood of adrenaline.
'THUCK!'
The arrow embedded itself in a tree. Exhaling she took a step back as something moved forwards. Large, almost lumbering. She didn't wait to give it a chance to pounce upon her. She turned and ran again. This time, however. Whatever had been nearby, now took chase. She tried to grab one of her final arrows from it's quiver on her back. Her hand was fumbling and she had it ready to be drawn and fired. She pushed harder despite her aching body and she soon took a hard right, making whatever was behind her skid. Putting the beastly thing in front of her.
She stood tall and firm then, her hands skillfully drew the arrow back. Presenting herself as the embodiment of Artemis. The arrow was released and flew and the bestial figure ahead of her jerked. The arrow grazed fur, but harmlessly passed him. Had he not moved, the arrow would have found home in his chest.
She cursed and tried to grab for another arrow. Only to find the quiver empty. She was out. As a last stand, she held her bow tightly and as the much larger furred figure approached she swung the bow to swat him with it. A large clawlike hand moved. Grabbing the bow and gripped it. Slowly pulling her towards him as she clutched onto her weapon tightly. Her heels dug into the soft earth trying to resist, leaving shallow gouges in the ground. Realizing this was a futile effort, she released the bow and fell back. Gasping as she hit the ground, she turned to try and take off running again. This time, the monster wasn't giving her that chance.
Dropping the bow harmlessly off to the side, a large clawlike hand gripped her slender ankle and tugged. Drawing her to him and beneath him.
She struggled, grabbing at the ground to find purchase to pull herself free and run again. She could feel the dirt going under her nails uncomfortably. Her feet kicked, trying to kick off his grip on her. Instead, from her ankle, that claw moved to place behind her shoulders. Pushing her upper body into the foliage. She could smell churned soil, dead leaves, her own sweat, and the woods. She moaned and tried to squirm, but weight moved over her. Hot puffs of air from the beast's own panting could be felt washing down her shoulders and back.
"͝I͟ ͘t̶hin̶k͏ ͢i̡t's ̡time ͡to͝ t̨ák͢e wh͏at͢'̕s ͢rig͞h͜t̸fu͝lly͞ minę..."
She shuddered at that. The voice was guttural and deep, more a growl than anything. The voice emitted from vocal chords more for snarling and savagery than civilized speech. With it, she could feel and hear her clothes shredding from either claw or fang. He was eager to dispose of them. Cold night air washed over her frame and she shook like a leaf. Her hands reached out, grabbing handfuls of earth in a futile effort to try and crawl away. Nonetheless, he kept his grip on her. Not about to relinquish the prize he had hunted down. Her mind was slipping, falling into desperation. She gave an outcry as she felt a wet, hot, flat tongue trace from the small of her back up to the back of her neck. Hot and wet - only to become cold and freezing as night air kissed her skin. She turned her head and actually bit onto the beast's wrist from where a claw had planted beside her head while he held himself up over her. Her eyes flashed wildly in the low dappled moonlight within the woods. He took pause then... Never having his prey bite him like so before.
His head canted somewhat in bemusement at that. Her teeth weren't designed to sink into thick hide, nor were they made to go through fur. Instead it was just an amusing sight to watch her struggle. Spluttering as she released the bite after getting a mouthful of fur, he chuckled and leaned down and returned the favor. She went stock-still when his large jaws opened and pointed teeth met her shoulder. Sinking in just enough to prick flesh, causing tears to prick the back corners of her eyes in pain.
His large clawlike hands moved and could be felt against her sides, drawing over her ribs to her bared hips. With his weight pressed down on her upper body, he drew her backside up and she writhed beneath him. In response, he growled into her flesh in a warning. The growl reverberated deep into her body; shaking her very organs. This was happening. He had won in their little game of cat and mouse. He had meant what he said. He was taking what was now rightfully his. She could feel a claw trailing nails over her inner thighs and pushing them apart. Defiantly, she tried to close them again, only to feel his teeth add more pressure and his claws scratched at her legs in warning. Pulling them open again she felt cold air rush between her thighs, only to be replaced with warmth. A larger furred body was pressed flush to her back now and she whimpered. She tried to look over her shoulder, but she could only see his larger body blocking view of anything else. He grabbed her hips and drew them up higher with her legs spread and she hissed. His nails drug over skin, leaving angry lines in their wake.
She could feel him aligning himself and his hips pressed forwards, rubbing against her backside. Making her twitch and she squirmed furiously again.
His bite released and he growled his displeasure at her resistance. Instead of her shoulder, his nose moved. Nudging at her thick hair to push it aside before his teeth bit into the back of her neck. Now she understood why mating animals would bite on like so. She felt her body tense up and go rigid. Unable to pull away. He bucked against her again, this time she felt heat rub between her legs and she cried out softly, her eyes squeezing shut. Bracing for what was about to come.
The sounds of the woods could be heard. Crickets chirruping, frogs in the far distance sang by the lake, the whisper of wind in the canopies of the trees, the faint creak of the trunks, the rustle of leaves, and now. The pants of both him and her. She felt heat press firmly against her entrance and rub. He groaned as he felt her womanhood and persistently bucked again and again. Aiming to claim it in it's entirety. There was no stopping this, no escape. She was in the middle of the woods where even if she screamed - nobody would hear her. Even if they did, the townspeople knew better than to enter the woods at night. She had made her own fatal error.
She felt the heat of his spire begin to press between her folds to her entrance and soon he began to press in. Hot, thick, and mercilessly invading. She tensed and she could feel her internal muscles clench around the tip of him. Another groan escaped him and his hips barely drew back, only to eagerly press in again. Smoothly pressing deeper this time. Filling her in one easy stroke. She panted hard, moaning out as he pushed into her time and again. His length penetrating deeper and deeper with each thrust. She swore she could feel every vein of his length, every pulse, and every throb. After a first few minutes of his hips jostling forwards and back, he readjusted his body over hers and found a rhythm. Beginning to pump into her and take his pleasure. Her body ached from the size of him, an all too familiar feeling. His head drew back a little, making him pull her head up with the grip on the back of her neck which caused her back to arch downwards and her hips to even out more, allowing him an easier time to plunge in. His clawlike hands dug in deeply to her plush hips. He furiously gripped them and held tightly. Once angry lines now became somewhat bloody as he let his instincts run wild. Usually, he'd grip tightly onto a female, the fur and thicker hide would protect from scratches, but his partner only had flesh. He didn't seem to mind, he actually would pull her more onto his length with each press in, wanting to bury himself into her as much as he could with each pump.
The muffled thumps of hips against upturned ass could be heard, along now with the lewd wet crackle of his pistoning length within her confines. At one point, his claws moved from her hips to her hands. Pinning them down as he released the bite to pant heavily. Once more washing her shoulders and back in humid puffs of air. She was panting heavily too now. Her smaller body shifting beneath his own with each impact of his hips. Causing her to jolt forwards and rock backwards.The soft tap of his heavy scrotum was swinging beneath them both, tapping against the top of her womanhood, adding soft pats to her clitoris.
Her mind was once racing in thoughts- had drawn up a blank. Thoughts were scattered and lapsed. The main thing she focused on now- was the slowly building pressure just beneath her navel. The monstrosity that had claimed her grunted at one point. putting weight on her pinned hands so he could glance down, peering at their union as her body was accepting his own now. Obediently taking every inch he had to offer. Though, soon, something at the base of his length was becoming thicker, a silent warning of what else might happen soon.
He didn't seem to particularly care if she hit peak or not, he was in this for himself and she knew that. He had won the right to mate- and thus he fully intended to breed this delicious little prize he had caught. It was his right to do so now. Her internal pulpy muscles involuntarily rippled and flexed on all sides of him, as if trying to milk him of seed and he licked his chops at that while a small bloom of pre emitted from the tip of him, getting lost in the mix of their mingled fluids. Boldly, he reached down between them and let a padded digit rub at the small bud at the top of her genitalia, causing her to writhe and cry out in an almost infantile sound. Helpless. Needy.
He grinned viciously at this and his padded digit moved to their union, collecting their fluids and he brought it to her mouth, smearing their mixture across her lips before pressing in. Her tongue lashed at the pad and collected their moisture. Cleaning him of it. To her It tasted salty, with a metallic tang. He was tensing over her, she knew he was getting close. Threatening to release deep into his won female. She felt her breathing become restricted as he let a large claw clamp over her mouth, her nose barely peeking over his hand. Her noises were stifled now, unable to be heard. His hips began to move furiously into a rutting motion. Her moans rose in pitch but hitched when she felt the base of his length thicken and slap against her entrance, threatening to shove that bulb into her his hips increased their pace.
As he seemed to be cusping that edge, he pressed in hard. The bulb giving a soft wet 'pop' into her body and she could feel him expanding while he came hard. Spurt after spurt of fertile seed filled his newly claimed mate. Filling the deepest portions of her body so fully and so intimately. With the insertion at the base of him, not a single drop would be wasted. That expanded bulb on the base of his length had grown to a point he was unable to actually withdraw from her. Locking his little prize in place beneath him. Her cries had raised in pitch in her own climax. The ripple and hard clench of her muscles tried to trap him in place as he tied her to him. It ached, having her body forced open to accept that bulb; the pain shook her and she made a vain attempt to struggle. The growing insertion making her practically scream- hence the claw over her mouth. Preventing her from making too much noise. Her eyes had widened, and found she was trapped again. She could hear him breathlessly laughing at her. He found her cute, panicking like so. His eyes softened and he let his weight sag on top of her. Showing she wasn't about to go anywhere. His hips were flush against her own and out of instinct, his hips slowly rocked back and forth as he released into her, causing her to gently rock beneath him too. Riding out the throes of orgasm.
She tested the tie between them. making him rumble lowly, she could feel the weight of his head resting against her shoulder. As she calmed down beneath him, that was when he removed his claw from over her mouth. She gasped in her first gulp of cold air as if she had been underwater, then panted heavily as she lay sprawled out beneath him in the dirt and foliage.
His head turned, tongue swiping up behind her ear, against the side of her neck, and brushing over her bitten shoulder. Hot and wet, only to turn cold once more as night air chilled the damp lines he left. "͞Don͠'t̛ t͟h̸iņk ͏th̕i̴s i̴s̕ ͜it͞..̕. I̧'m̕ ̵no͜t̸ ͠do͏ǹe ̕with͠ ̡y͜ou͟ ̢y͜et.͝"̨ he chuckled, nuzzling at her. The promise of more only made her clench and shiver somewhat beneath him.
"Next time..." she breathed faintly. "I'm hunting you."
