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Finally, we reached the clearing, the moon casting a pale glow over everything. She stopped suddenly, turning around to face me, her eyes wild, her chest heaving.
I stepped forward, my bone mask concealing my true identity. All she could see was a monster.
I was the monster.
I reached out and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back toward me. She let out a scream, but I covered her mouth with my gloved hand, silencing her. I could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest, her body trembling with the unknown.
It was time to hurt her.
To teach her a lesson for agreeing to The Hunt.
I had warned her against it. I had all but forbid it.
Now I had to teach my little doe that pain came with pleasure.
Her nightgown ripped easily against the strength of my fingers, and I ravaged it until her body was bared in front of me.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
I released my hand from her mouth, letting her scream.
It was a beautiful sound, a sound that made me harder.
I fucking loved it.
I pressed my body against hers, pinning her to the tree behind her.
I could feel her breasts pushed into my chest, her nipples hardening at the contact.
She struggled, but it was useless.
I was stronger.
It was intoxicating, the look of terror in her eyes as I reached for her neck. She tried to fight me, but I was too quick. I grabbedher by the throat, making it harder for her to breathe, and pulled her against me.
Her eyes locked with mine.
I pushed my hips against hers, letting her feel my arousal. Even through my pants, I could feel her wetness. She was turned on, her body aching for me.
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t need to.
She was afraid. Afraid of me. The monster. The hunter. The beast.
But her body hungered for the darkness I brought. I could smell it.
I could hear her gasping for air, her small hands clawing at my fingers in an effort to free herself from my grasp.
I could feel her pounding heart against my chest, thumping wildly, and yet her pussy got wetter with each second that passed.
She continued to struggle, trying to pull my hands away from her neck and I smiled, enjoying every second. The more she fought me, the harder my cock got.
I could feel her pulse against my fingers—fast, but not ready to give up.
She’d put herself in this position. I’d warned her. I’d told her no.
I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy, tormenting her with pleasure. It was a slow torture, but she needed to be punished.
I felt a primal urge to bite her, to suck her blood right from her neck. But I didn’t.
