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And now that I was in the joy of being hunted, of running, it was easier to not just give in to his usual siren call over me. I thrashed, and Khell tipped us forward, catching the ground on his knees and free hand, still keeping me safe. He dropped me then, framing me against the ground with his body, laughing as I landed on my belly and tried to squirm forward.
He flipped me to my back easily, grinning down at me so brightly, I could only stare back for a moment. Then his hand reached between us, digging into the collar of my dress and ripping it down the middle. I shouted as cool, fresh air rushed over my breasts and reached a hand up to slap at Khell, but he only batted it back to the ground.
I twisted, fighting my way back onto my knees, and Khell flipped my skirt up, smacking me roughly on the ass and making me falter as I tried to stand, the burn on my flesh exquisite. My head hung for a moment as I caught my bearings.
"Khell," I gasped. My cunt was throbbing, and my nipples were tight.
"Do you give up, pet?" Khell growled.
I groaned and then let out a snarl of my own, throwing myself up and forcing myself back to my feet. Khell chuckled and rose with me, only letting me surge three steps forward to the massive tree. He snatched me up again, this time with his hand scooped up under my skirt, cupping my sex as he lifted me into the air, my back to his chest. My breasts were exposed in lace, my eyes falling shut at the wonderful pressure of his fingers on my sex, and I rocked into the touch.
Thick fingers twisted under the fabric, and I cried out at the brief scrape of dull claws over my clit and lips, the pinch and scratch of the taut fabric rubbing against me, then there was a rip, and cool air rushed over my feverish flesh.
Khell tossed me back onto my feet in front of him, steadying me only as long as it took for me to stumble forward.
I didn't want to give up. I didn't want to keep running. I was hot, and the woods were spinning. Khell was right behind me, looming and ready, toying with me like a predator. I ran for the shelter of the tree, for the massive trunk, gasping as Khell snarled behind me, his shadow hazy on the grass. Fabric rustled, my breath hiccuped, and the sun spun overhead.
I was nearly in reach of the trunk when he tackled me forward again, softening the impact of the roots and moss beneath us briefly. One hand clasped my throat, the other shoved my skirt up with rough urgency. I barely caught a breath, and then Khell was thrusting in.
I howled at the shock, the stretch, the sudden fill. I was more than ready, slick and prepped from so much time spent riding that perfect girth, but it was still a surprise, still rough. His hand on my throat pinched once and then released me, and some automatic instinct, the sheer momentum of the game, left me crawling forward, pulling myself off Khell's cock.
He snarled behind me, and I only got as far as bracing myself against the roots of the tree before he pounced forward and thrust in again.
"Oh god, beast," I hissed, the fresh drum and thrust of him inside of me setting off an explosion of electric heat—not an orgasm but something like it. My body's expectation of the pleasure to come.
"Where will you crawl to now, pet?" Khell's hand returned to my throat, then down to my breast to squeeze, his claws unleashed to make unique points of pressure.
My hands slipped in moss, scratching forward into the bark of the tree and accidentally tearing it away as Khell's hips started to crash against mine. The impact was hot and deep, and I scooted forward, barely an inch, maybe two, but Khell rolled.
"No more running," he barked.
His arm banded around my hips, bunching my dress up around my waist, and he hauled me up from the ground.
"Brace the trunk," he said through gritted teeth, but my hands were already stretched forward.
His palm on my throat spread broadly, holding my head up, and then he straightened.
Fuck! Full! Oh god, Khell. My toes lifted from the ground completely, and gravity forced Khell so deep inside of me, I thought I lost the use of my lungs. I was dangling, pinned on his cock, his arm around my hips and hand cupping my throat.
He thrust once, skin slapping wetly, his heavy sac kicking and kissing against my sex, my clit. An animal cry escaped my lips, and my eyes fell shut. The texture of the bark was rough on my palms, while the pump of Khell's stav in my cunt was urgent. His thrusts were shallow, careful not to pull out far enough to separate us, but it only meant there was more contact. He was gentle with my throat, in contrast to his merciless use of my cunt, his hand not squeezing but supporting, claws teasing little bites of my pulse.
My legs swung and beat against Khell's as he fucked me, my voice senseless and noisy, lips babbling and gaze staring up at the bouncing branches of the enormous tree I was braced against. I could feel him in my veins, in my head, the drum drum drum, slap slap slap, tug tug tug of thrusting hips and pumping stav.
I love this. Why do I love this? God, it's so good.
Khell snarled and growled behind me. "Sweet cunt. Perfect little ass bouncing as I fuck you, petal. I can feel your pulse like a little rabbit's drumming against my claws."
"Yours, beast," I rasped, the first logical words I'd uttered since he'd speared me and lifted me into the air.
Khell's roar was soft and velvety, his hips kicking faster. His arm around my hips adjusted so his hand could cup my clit, the other on my throat tightening. He rubbed me with the flat of his fingers, then walked us forward and shifted his hand on my throat until he was wrapped around me.
His heartbeat was hard against my back, a comforting echo of my own heavy and needful tempo.
"Fuck, Sunny," he hissed in my ear, undeniably desperate, his face nuzzling at me, tusks tangling with my hair, tongue flicking out to lick at my pulse.
I was pressed between him and the tree trunk, my torn clothing and Khell's embrace protecting me from some but not all of the friction of the bark, the scratch a new layer of sensation until it all blurred together. His fingers grew clumsy and demanding against my clit, the sensation there a fuzzy but scorching burn. I knew this feeling, the too-much that sometimes made me give up when I was trying to get myself off, that felt like I would never reach the peak. Ecstasy would either break through, harder and more overwhelming than ever, or it would wait there at the edges until frustration made me too weary to continue.
But Khell would not give up.
