The air in the forest had changed. The usual dampness of sap and moss was now only a thin veil covering a much stronger, more violent odor, which insinuated itself into my nostrils with the brutality of a slap. A pungent, heavy scent, saturated with cum and sweat. I stopped dead in my tracks, my chest tense, my nostrils flaring. I knew this smell. It didn't belong to the forest. It belonged only to him.
I took a step. Then another. The animal scent intensified as I moved between the trunks. And suddenly, I saw her. A nymph collapsed on her back, her thighs spread like the withered petals of a flower, her pussy still dripping with sperm. Her heavy breasts barely rose under her irregular breathing, her half-closed eyes lost all fever. She was nothing more than a hollow body, still trembling with involuntary jerks.
I didn't look away. On the contrary, my eyes slid towards her swollen, glistening belly, and a shiver ran through me. My thighs clenched in spite of myself.
Further on, I found another. Then two. Then four. All scattered in the moss, exposed to the night, dripping, collapsed. Some still had their mouths half-open, letting a trickle of drool flow, others clutched their swollen bellies between their trembling fingers as if to hold back the burning wave that had marked them. With each step, a new body joined the procession. Twenty, maybe more, lined the path like beacons of ecstasy.
I bit my lip, a metallic taste spreading across my tongue.
"Damn it... that man... he broke them all."
My breath came out in gasps. The image of my own night with him hit me hard. The memory of his strength, his brutality. Of that fever that had made me scream his name, almost begging. My thighs burned, my pussy vibrated in a sudden spasm, as if my body remembered better than my memory.
I crouched beside a nymph, my fingers brushing her bulging belly, almost sliding down to her still-disgorged pussy. The smell rose to my head. I felt my throat tighten, and a moan escaped me.
— "Aaah... fuck... I wish I were in their place..."
My pelvis tilted in spite of myself, my lips parted. Heat rose from my lower abdomen, flooding my thighs with a shameful dampness. I ran a feverish hand between my legs, pressing my soaked loincloth, and another moan escaped my half-open mouth.
Each body I discovered added to my dizziness. My mind screamed at me to stay alert, to remember who I am: a hunter, an elite among the elite, not a trembling slut. But my body was betraying me. My breath was coming in short gasps, my hard nipples rubbed against the leather of my armor, my pussy pulsed in time with my steps.
I looked up into the darkness of the forest. I could feel it. I was close. Too close.
As I continued my feverish march, filled with bodies scattered on the ground, I thought I first heard a hoarse gasp, like the rattle of a wounded animal. But when I crossed the curtain of branches, what I saw took my breath away. There, in the middle of a clearing saturated with the smell of semen and sweat, he was standing. His dripping body glistened in the flickering moonlight, his muscles tense with exertion, his hips slapping with inhuman brutality against the offered ass of a still-standing elf.
He took her from behind, his hands crushed on her hips to impale her deeper with each thrust. His palms occasionally slapped against her plump buttocks, the sharp sound of the slaps mingling with the heavy shocks of flesh against flesh. The nymph's thighs trembled, her breasts swayed under the impact, and her torn throat released only a series of broken cries, half moans, half pleas.
I couldn't help but stare at his face. He was no longer the cold, calculating man who had forced me to give in the other night. He was no longer the player who knew the rules before they were even stated. His eyes... those icy eyes that, only yesterday, had defied me with unbearable mastery, were unrecognizable. Wide-open, bloodshot, glistening with fever. Not a trace of strategy, not a spark of lucidity. Nothing but animal rage, an endless hunger.
A breath escaped me, hoarse, almost trembling.
"He's not the man of yesterday anymore..." I murmured, my fingers clenched in my loincloth. "…it's a beast."
My thighs clenched, my stomach burned, and without even intending to, my hand slid between my legs. My fingers crumpled the damp leather, pressed against my swollen pussy, and a moan escaped my throat. Seeing him like that, raw, lost, made me gasp. My mind screamed at me to look away, but my traitorous body wanted only one thing: to be in that elf's shoes, to feel her loins devouring mine, her wild breath tearing at my ear.
"Aaaah..." a strangled sob escaped my lips. "Fill me... I want..."
I tilted my head back, my fingers digging harder between my thighs, rubbing my burning pussy under the already sticky leather. Every thrust he delivered resonated in my lower abdomen, every cry of his prey echoed in my own moan. I was a huntress, an elite... and here I was, reduced to caressing myself like a child in heat watching an obscene spectacle.
Then, suddenly, a flash of lucidity struck me. My fingers froze, my breath hitched.
"No..." I gasped through clenched teeth. "No! I have to stop him, I have to get revenge."
But at the same moment, the last nymph collapsed, her thighs open, her pussy still disgorging the burning remains he had just poured into it. The silence lasted only a second. He sat up suddenly, his chest dripping, his eyes red like two demented embers. A deep growl rose from his throat, bestial, inhuman.
When his gaze locked with mine, I felt as if I were being stared at by a predator. Before I could even move, he pounced. His weight pushed me back into the moss, my ribs hitting the damp earth, and his wild breath crashed against my face. His fingers pinned me to the ground, his nails digging into my shoulders.
I knew I could push him away. I could bring him down with a single gesture. But my arms refused to obey. My body burned, betrayed by a shameful truth: I wanted him, I wanted him to make me tremble with pleasure, to dominate me.
His hard cock slammed into me with a sharp, brutal thrust, which took my breath away with a wrenching cry.
"Aaaaahhh…!" I screamed, throwing my head back. "Yes… tear me… again…!"
His hips slammed against mine, a mad, animal rhythm. His lips pressed against my throat, drawing another cry from me.
"Nhhhaaaaahhh…!" " I moaned, my nails digging into his dripping back. "Fuck... fuck... deeper...!"
He groaned in response, a guttural sound that vibrated in my chest. His thrusts became harsher, more violent, tearing incoherent gasps from me.
— "Aaahhh...! Yes... yes...!" My thighs tightened around him. "Fill me... fuck me...!"
Each thrust split me, each shock resonating in my stomach like a storm. His mouth crushed against mine muffled my moans into wet rasps. I gasped between bites, unable to contain my voice.
— "Hhhhaaa...!" My lips trembled against his. "Harder... I'm begging you... I'm going to... I'm going to...!" »
He didn't respond, except for his grunts, his tongue dancing over my skin, his hands tightening on my hips to further crush me beneath his blows. I arched my back, my body convulsing, my cries rising in a series of broken moans.
— "Aaaaahhh…! Cum inside me…! Yes… give me everything…!"
His cum spurted out suddenly, a hot wave that swelled my stomach. I screamed again, shaken by a brutal orgasm.
— "Yyyhhhaaahhh…!" My eyes rolled back, my hands clutching the back of his neck. "I… I'm cumming…!"
He continued to pound me, relentlessly, until my cries broke into hoarse sobs.
— "Aaahhh… stop… no… I can't anymore…!" " I sobbed, but my thighs still gripped him, refusing to let go. "If you keep going... keep going... I'll...!"
I convulsed beneath him, unable to hold back my spasms, my voice reduced to a broken thread.
— "Hhhhnnnn...! Oooohhh... fuck...!"
Then it went dark. My trembling body went silent in his arms, my mouth parted in a final, silent scream, still shaken by uncontrollable spasms, drowning in the fever of his lust.
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I staggered backward, my thighs still pressed against Nezrael's body, who had just collapsed, trembling, drained beneath me. His smell of sweat, cum, and blood clung to my throat. I stood panting for a moment, my eyes blurred, my breath rasping, unable to tell if I was still myself or already entirely devoured by the seal. My torso burned, my skin glistened with scarlet moisture, and my stiff cock still throbbed like a foreign heart between my legs.
I looked down at my hands. They were shaking, stained with scratches and blood—his, mine, I had no idea. Each spasm still resonated in my veins like a bestial echo. Yet a thought, fragile, almost absurd, broke through the tumult:
"I am now nothing but a beast..."
I gritted my teeth, a hoarse groan escaping me, but the idea reformulated itself, a tiny spark amidst the fever:
— "...but... the exit..."
I raised my head. Through the humid maze of trunks, a glimmer of light. The air seemed thinner, less saturated with cum and screams. The edge. The end of the forest. A breath of freedom.
I leaped forward, my muscles still swollen with trance, my steps plowing through the soggy mud. My body dripped with sweat and cum, my cock still pounded against my stomach, hard, demanding, but I didn't care. Every breath tore at my chest, my loins throbbed, and yet I ran. I swallowed up space as if my life depended on it—because it did.
My eyes stared at that gap of light. If I could do it, if I could cross that border, then maybe... maybe I would finally be free from this infernal Hunt.
A roar of victory swelled in my throat, but I didn't have time to exhale.
An invisible mass struck me head-on.
I was thrown backward, ripped from my path like a puppet without strings. My back crashed against the sodden earth with a dull thud, the air burst from my lungs in a strangled gasp. My neck hit the moss, stars burst before my eyes. The ground vibrated under the impact, my ribs screamed, and my tail, still tense, writhed in a grotesque spasm.
I remained pinned to the ground, gasping for breath, my crazed gaze already searching for the source of this force. And in the brutal silence that followed, a single certainty froze me: So, she really is here as expected.
Elandra.
Her massive body stood out against the shadows of the forest like a living statue. Her dark, clammy skin vibrated with shifting lights: luminescent tattoos, traced in spirals on her arms, stomach, and thighs, moved to the rhythm of her muscles. Her powerful hips rolled with each step, her thick thighs crushing the moss under their weight. Her enormous chest, free beneath a beaded loincloth, swayed with each breath, oppressive, almost monstrous. But it wasn't just her body that crushed me. It was her gaze. Two golden eyes, cold and imperious, piercing my instincts like a blade.
I tried to get up, growling like a wounded dog. But her bare foot slammed down on my chest, pinning me to the ground. The heat from her sole sank into my skin, heavy, irrevocable.
"Don't move," she said, her raspy voice rolling like suppressed thunder. "It's not your choice. It's me."
She removed her foot to lean over me better. Her loincloth split, revealing the damp line of her already damp pussy, and without waiting, she lowered herself abruptly. Her wetness swallowed me whole. A heart-rending cry escaped me.
"Aaahhh…!"
Her hands crushed against my chest, and she began to undulate. No tenderness, no hesitant cadence: a relentless rhythm, heavy, wild, which immediately crushed her enormous buttocks against my body.
I tried to regain the upper hand, to inject as much power as possible, to tilt her pelvis, but she gripped my shoulders like vices, impaling me even deeper.
"Are you struggling?" she breathed, a carnivorous smile on her lips. "Perfect. Struggle as much as you want. You'll come when I decide."
I panted, my thrusts surging despite myself, furious, desperate. My grunts mingled with her cries.
"Aaahhh... I... I'm going to...!"
She leaned down, her enormous breasts crushing my chest, her glowing tattoos drawing living runes on my skin. Her mouth pressed against my ear, her voice trembling, hysterical:
"Yes... give it your all... more... more...!"
Her hips slammed down harder, each impact tearing a moan from me. I arched my back, my seed spurting into her in a burning wave.
She screamed, her raspy voice tearing through the air like a trance chant.
— "Nhhhaaaaahhh…!"
But even as she came, even with my power, she didn't weaken. She still rode me, her aura swelling with each discharge I gave her, her tattoos pulsing with a brighter glow, her entire body radiating with increased power.
She laughed, panting, possessed.
— "More… always more… even more… give me more…!"
I was suffocating, my muscles stiff, my cock still trapped in her ever-demanding wetness. She didn't let me catch my breath. Every time I weakened, she accelerated, impaling me until she drew a new wave, a new scream.
— "Aaahhh... no... I... I can't anymore...!"
— "Yes!" she screamed, her sweat-coated hair whipping my face. "You have no choice. You are my beast... my offering...!"
I was losing my mind. Each orgasm drained me, each moan shattered me, but she, drunk, always demanded more. Her massive breasts swayed above me, her tattoos blazed like war runes, and her raspy voice filled the air with demented screams.
Time dissolved in this trance. Dawn finally broke, filtering through the branches, casting a golden glow over her dripping body. She arched her back one last time, screaming in the rising light, and I emptied myself into her again in a final spasm.
Then it was dark. My body finally gave way. I collapsed, drained, my back broken, my throat dry, my breath reduced to a rattle.
My last thought, before sinking, was a cold admission:
— "Obviously... she... didn't let herself be dominated." »