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He ripped my pants.
I shut my eyes.
He turned me over, face into the ground.
I tensed, no thoughts, just waiting for it, waiting…
But there was nothing but air on my naked legs, between my legs.
And then there was another noise, a gurgling sort of noise, and I opened my eyes and turned around.
Holston had the second donen man. Holston’s antlers were thrust into his neck.
I watched as Holston used his hooves to kick the man’s lifeless body off, as he straightened up, towering over me, his antlers dripping blood. The other donen men were all dead. It was just him.
His cock was…
Oh, stars.
I bit down on my lip.
Should I run or would that mean he couldn’t control himself? Could he control himself now?
He gazed down at me.
I was lying belly down on the ground with my pants ripped, my ass bare, twisting around to look at him looming over me. I let out a little noise, a kind of breathy noise of horror.
He went down on his knees.
“Holston?” I managed.
One of his big, warm hands landed on my ass cheek. His thumb delved into me, skimming the bud of my asshole, then down, sinking into methere.
And I was wet.
What the fuck was that?
I couldnotbe wet. I was not excited by this, rape fantasies be damned—this was traumatic, and I didn’twantthis, not like this, not like—
He let out a rattling, noisy breath.
“Holston?” I whispered again, my voice pitiful. “Please.”
“Mine,” he rasped.
I shuddered.
Both of his hands on me now, pulling my body back against him. Somehow, he just… pulled my body directly onto his erection. It pierced me, huge and thick and overwhelming, filling up every inch of space inside my body, and I let out a little keening noise.
He moaned.
I shuddered again. It was too big. It was too much. I was split open and crammed full of him, and I was… I didn’t…
He banded one arm around my waist and tugged me up against his chest. He put his mouth on my spine, on my neck, on that spot where he’d bitten me before. But he didn’t use his teeth, just his lips and tongue, and little of his nose, too. He panted against me.
“Holston.” My voice was all stretched out and strained.
He grunted. He thrust into me. “I can’t stop,” he breathed. He spoke again, with effort, his voice garbled. “Touch yourself? Can you make it at least not… can you make yourself feel good?” His other hand went to one of my breasts and he gave it a gentle squeeze.
