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Watching them has my dick hard, aching to be inside her.
Her feet lash out, searching for leverage of any kind. To land a blow that will see her released. I love her fighting spirit, but she’s easily subdued.
We’re too strong.
Creeping forward, I can see she’s pushed to her back, a forearm pressing into her belly to pin her down as his free hand works her jeans down her protesting legs. Roughly, urgently he squashes the material down to her boots. With her panties lost earlier, her thighs are forced apart, cool air kissing her cunt before a hot mouth closes over it.
“Oh god,” she moans.
Watching her get captured out here in the belly of the forest is feral and bestial. The way my brother gorges on her pussy is raw and animal. It has me desperate for her, craving her tight body. I edge closer, slowly, carefully, wanting my ring-side seat of her brutal submission. So I transplant myself with my brother, seeing what he sees, tasting what he tastes.
His mouth is eager. Hungry. With his hands on her knees, pushing them to the ground, he eats her like a lion does the gazelle, his tongue lashing at her tangy, sweet center, his chest pushing against her boots as hefeasts.
Her cries of pleasure and heavy breathing have me moments away from joining in. Animal snarls sound as he laps at her, as he drives his tongue deep inside her soft walls. And then he fills her cunt with his fingers, nuzzling at her clit over and over until she obliterates apart, keening into the chilly night.
A belt buckle jangles. A packet crinkles. My brother pushes her legs back down before settling between them and shoving himself roughly inside.
Winter can’t catch her breath as he pounds into her, growling so deep it’s like a continuous, contented purr. She reaches for the beanie on his head, but he bats away her hand and growls his response.
No.
Hands latch her wrists above her head as he fucks her into the undergrowth, leaves tangling in her hair. Her release pours from her, a cry lifting to the barely-there moon before he follows quickly, groaning as I stand witness.
Quiet descends, interspersed with their gusting breaths.
Semi-clothed, Winter lies in the dirt, thoroughly debauched as my brother stands. His steps disappear amongst the trees and shadows as if he were never there.
Winter
Trembling,I get to my feet and button my jeans back up. Taking stock of my thoughts and emotions, I assess my position.
I need to head east.
I walk briskly, muscles aching. My route has me splashing through a narrow creek and past endless trees that seem to close in on me. The silence hacks at my state of mind, my body fighting itself. But when I catch sight of distant lights through the trees again, a burst of hope electrifies my limbs.
Heavy-legged, I will myself to go faster, the trees thinning. The clearing is thirty meters away, the light-filled cabin glowing from within like a beacon.
And that’s when I see the dark, ominous figure appear from behind a tree.
The sight of him makes my breath hitch, my heart hammering in my chest. Coming to my senses, I dart behind the nearest tree and hide behind its wide girth. Hoping I’m too far away for him to determine my exact position, that I might be able to creep from tree to tree as I escape, I listen carefully for his next move.
A soft breeze whispers through the bare branches, trees creaking and popping as I train all my senses towards him. Carefully, I peer around my tree, looking for my path to freedom, because as much as I want to be caught, I’m also exhausted, physically and emotionally. My hunters have taken from me in a way I didn’t anticipate. And I don’t mean my consent, which was a given, but the sex, although hot, was abrupt and emotionless. My claiming fulfilled long-held, forced sex fantasies, but I didn’t expect to feel so spooked by the chase, genuine fear rushing my veins coupled with an overriding sense that I needed to defend myself. To preserve my safety. And while I knewI wassafe, inexplicably, I felt vulnerable.
Reality blended with fantasy until I was consumed by it.
Detecting no other sound, my head tells me he’s here somewhere. I listen for footsteps to give him away amongst the leaves and snapping twigs. Breathless, I peer around the trunk, watching him soundlessly glide through the dark, each second bringing him closer and closer toward my position.
Heart pumping, I drop back against the tree, my mind in a whirl. I need to move but my legs feel like straw.
From somewhere, I find the courage to peer around the tree again. I catch him dropping behind another tree, ten, fifteen feet away. Like the others he wears a hat, obscuring his hair.
He’s stalking me, his position blocking my route to the clearing.
Forcing myself to move, I take a looping path, flitting from one tree to the next to the other, the lights stronger and brighter with every meter I gain. They give me a false sense of hope because suddenly, all I can focus on is the terrifying sound of swift, sure-footed boots speeding towards me. He reaches for me so decisively, the scream is ripped from my throat.
Seamlessly, he maneuvers in behind me, his hand gripping my throat and tightening. My fight or flight response kicks in. Immediately, I thrash, my feet scrabbling underneath me as I’m taken to the ground. Instincts rise, seeing me fight for survival when safety was so close. I rise on a knee, my foot digging into the mulch but then he’s on me again, pulling me down and under his powerful frame. Hands grasp me by the waistband, dragging me up as he hauls me to the nearest tree like his kill. I go floppy, but he easily lifts me again.
My hair is pulled taut causing me to call out. The other hand latches my throat again. I’m unable to move as he gets behind me, shoving me against the rough bark of a pine, the scent invading my nostrils. He tugs at my jeans, unfastening them expertly with one hand.
