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“Please,” I whimpered, knowing it was useless, but unable to stop myself. “Please don’t hurt me.” My pounding heartbeat merged into one savage rhythm.
The beast let out a low, guttural growl, his stag mask staring down at me. I could hear the sound of his heavy breathing and feel the weight of his body pressing me further into the ground. He leaned in closer, his hot breath on my cheek.
The beast in the stag mask said nothing, demanded nothing.
Instead, he lowered his head, his antlers grazing my cheek in a way that was both threatening and strangely erotic. There was a dark energy that both repelled and attracted. I shuddered, unsure of whether to be afraid or aroused. The thought of resistance never even occurred to me. It was all part of the ritual, right?
This was The Hunt.
I put the red light bulb over the door of my front porch. I consented to this. I agreed…
But what if I changed my mind? What if I made a mistake?
Not giving me another second to process my thoughts, he flipped me over onto my stomach, pushing my face into the dirt beneath me. The fabric of my nightgown was raised, and my panties were torn off in such a swift motion that I could do nothing but gasp, earth filling my mouth as I did.
I wasn’t sure if I should fight or enjoy. I wasn’t sure whether to resist or submit. I wasn’t sure whether this would be violent or passionate lovemaking. I was lost in the shock of the moment. As with the chase, I no longer knew what was reality and what was ritual. What was okay, and what most certainly was not.
“No,” I cried out, though my voice was muffled against the cold ground.
More dirt pushed past my lips, and with every deep inhale, the pungent scent of soil crept up my nose.
The sound of a condom wrapper being torn was both relieving and horrifying. This dubious descent down to the pits of hell would at least be safe. Safe…
He didn’t stop there, and I moaned as I felt the head of his cock pressing hard against my pussy, the flesh giving way to his girth. With one quick thrust, he was inside me, making me cry out in pain as he filled me.
He was too fucking big.
With one hand on my back to keep me pinned to the earth, he took the other and cupped my ass, squeezing it hard, pulling me further into him. He thrust hard and fast, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back.
I felt him inside me, his thick cock giving me no option other than to moan against the coolness of the night’s air. With one forceful thrust, he pulled my body flush against his, his hand tugging at my hair hard. I cried out in pain, tears forming in my eyes.
He fucked me without mercy. He fucked me without any care for my comfort. He didn’t ask if it was okay. He didn’t ask what I wanted. He just fucked me.
I groaned in pleasure, as confused as I was scared. The pain and pleasure of his roughness seemed to meld together in a way that was both frightening and erotic. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to feel. I didn’t know how to live in this moment.
I dug into the ground, blackening beneath my nails, and I cried out again, though the thickness of the forest seemed to suffocate any cries.
Besides… tonight was The Hunt. My cries would not be the only ones heard in Heathens Hollow.
I knew this was part of the ritual.
Somewhere deep in my mind, I knew this was how The Hunt went.
But somewhere deeper in my mind, I knew that I was not safe, and I was not protected.
With every brutal thrust, my fear that I was in way over my head grew more palpable.
Had I gone too far?
We were past that…
But I had been warned.
Once the light turns red…
With every thrust, he pulled my hair, and with every thrust, I yelped. The pain it brought was incredible, but it was strangely… sexy.
As much as I tried to fight it, I could feel my body growing warm, the heat intensifying with every thrust.
