Prey
Willow
The forest was cold, but anticipation had heated her blood to the point of not caring.
Her hunters were lurking in the trees.
Waiting.
A snap to her left alerted her to something close. Definitely not a deer.
Willow needed to evade them for as long as possible. That was the game.
The leaves crunched under her feet regardless of how quietly she walked. She tried to aim for mossy patches and damp earth to muffle her steps.
But it wasn’t possible to stay silent, and neither could her hunters.
She ducked under a low branch and faked to the left before shuffling right instead. That would buy her some time.
A quick glance over her shoulder revealed a coat before it disappeared behind a spruce tree.
Damn, he’s going to catch me already.
Willow made a break for it. He was too close. She darted between trees, narrowly avoiding a branch to the face. A shift of movement behind her told her he was running too.
The hint of a black coat in front of her sent her veering to the right and down a slight hill. Her sore legs pumped as hard as they could, but the adrenaline of the chase left a tremble in her gait.
A gloved hand swiped at her wrist making her yelp as she reeled away. Her lungs ached with each labored breath.
Ryker’s glove.
There was a clearing. She needed to stay away from it. That was how they caught her last time. They were so much faster in the open. Willow turned again and slammed straight into a hard figure standing in her way.
“Knew you’d avoid it, sweetheart,” Ezra’s voice was husky from the chase, and undoubtedly something more.
“Let go!” She twisted in his grasp, but he only laughed as he wrestled her to the ground. Willow contemplated giving in, but that would take the fun out of it.
Ezra’s masked face was inches from her, his warm hazel eyes taking her in like he was carving her into memory. She loved it when they wore the masks.
“You aren’t going anywhere.” He pinned her on her back, settling between her thighs and grinding his hard length against her core. “I caught you, so I get to fuck you first.”
“First?” It was fun to play along, and the friction against her piercing was already maddening.
Willow’s back arched as he wrapped a firm hand around her throat. His other hand went to work, ripping a hole in the crotch of her leggings. She tried to wriggle away to make him work harder for it.
“That’s right.” His fingers found her pussy and slid through her wetness with ease. “I have a friend who’s desperate to fuck this perfect cunt.” He flicked the little ring, making her shudder. “You’re so fun to play with—like a pretty little toy made for us to fuck.”
His hand disappeared, and she heard his zipper. Willow pushed against his shoulders, but her attempts to get away were futile.
He lined up the tip of his cock with her entrance and thrust forward. Willow gasped, clutching his hips with her knees as he worked his way into her.
“Fuck, you’re gripping me so hard.” He withdrew slightly before shoving himself back in. “I can’t wait to feel you come on me.”
Ezra set a harsh pace, each move sending jolts of pleasure and pain through her body.
He hiked one of her legs up to get a deeper angle, making her whimper from the impact against her cervix. His pelvis ground against her piercing with each thrust.
It was intense as he kept up his relentless motion, one hand still firmly around her throat. “Fuck…” she murmured. Her orgasm was so close already. Ezra and Ryker had become experts at making her fall apart for them.
His grip tightened on her airway. “Are you gonna come for me?”
“Yes…” Her muscles contracted as she neared the edge.
“You’re killing me…”
With another harsh thrust, a feral moan escaped her. She rode the waves, clenching around his cock as he followed.
Wasting no time, he withdrew, cum spilling down onto the ground. Quickly, he hefted her up and swung her over his shoulder, pinning her legs against his chest. The chill sent goosebumps across her exposed skin, but she was too exhausted to struggle much.
She needed to save her energy to fight Ryker next. She slumped against her captor, enjoying the ride as he carried her away to her fate.
The quickness of her surrender had him chuckling. “You can’t be done fighting already.” He gave her ass a slap, making her legs jolt.
“Nope,” she said indignantly.
Ezra ran his free hand up the back of her thigh and squeezed. “Good.”
After a few minutes, the familiar sight of the gravel driveway appeared, meaning they were almost there. Willow squirmed and kicked out her legs. His hold was firm, but he was obviously tired from hunting, fucking, and carrying her.
He lowered her. She tried to make a break for it, but just as quickly, the door to the cabin opened and Ryker was there, mask covering his gorgeous face as well. They were the hottest fucking guys she’d ever seen, but still having them masked was some deep thrill she couldn’t have predicted.
“Where you going, pretty girl?” he purred, his hands wrapping around her arm before handing his friend a rope.
Together, they bound her wrists in front of her body. She kept the fight up as they dragged her into the warmth of the cabin. They visited every so often to check on the place and play their “games”.
Ryker hoisted her up as she kicked her feet out, trying to stop them at the bedroom door like that first time he’d fucked her. The memory of it sent heat pooling in her core all over again.
Ezra assisted in getting her into the room. “She’s a fucking wild one, Ry.” She was tossed onto the bed and ungracefully bounced from the lack of ability to brace herself. “You want her ass or her pussy?”
She tried to wriggle away, but Ryker pinned her, gripping the edge of her torn leggings and shredding them to expose her more fully.
“Hmm,” Ryker pondered, gliding his fingers through her wetness and toying with her piercing. “You take her ass. I want to play with our catch.” He dipped inside. “You need more cum in you. This isn’t nearly enough.”
She moaned as he kept sliding his fingers in her pussy to draw out Ezra’s cum and spread it around. He loved stuffing it into her holes. There were times he would tell her to stay on her back so she could keep as much as possible inside before getting filled by Ezra next.
Ryker settled on the bed, and together they positioned her on top, legs wide over his hips as he thrust up into her. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as when Ezra had taken her outside, but it was still abrupt.
He withdrew a hunting knife, making her heart rate spike even though she knew it was all for fun. He sliced at her shirt, turning it to ribbons as he fucked her with sharp thrusts. The only solid thing still on was her running shoes.
He ran the tip of the blade over the peak of her breast. The sound of metal on metal sent a shiver down her spine. “You like being our plaything? A pretty thing for us to use?”
Her breath was labored, and the heat between her thighs was almost agonizing. She needed relief. “Yes.”
A faint change in his face meant he was smiling under the mask. He took the knife by the blade and ran the handle down her stomach before settling on the ring in her oversensitive clit.
From behind, Ezra teased her ass with his fingers. She’d gotten used to them sharing her, but they’d never fucked her at the same time like this.
Ryker slowed. “Is our girl ready to take us both?”
The tip of Ezra’s cock was slick with lube. He slowly slid in, but her body clenched tight. It was too much. He could never fit.
Ez urged her forward, so she braced her bound hands on Ryker’s chest.
“Breathe, baby. You’re doing so good.” He thrust deeper, making her whimper from the impossible stretch.
Ryker tossed the knife onto the nightstand before pulling her down to lay against him.
“You can take it, Willow,” he murmured against her ear.
“Your sweet little ass took us just fine the other day. Remember how good it felt? How hard you came for us when we took turns filling you?”
That break in character, along with his words of encouragement, helped her relax enough to take the rest. She felt impossibly full as they went still to allow her to adjust.
“Look at how perfect you are,” Ez murmured, clutching her ass cheeks as he tested a small thrust. “This is what you need, isn’t it? You were made for us to fill your holes like this.”
The only sound she could muster was a pitiful whine of pleasure into Ryker’s shoulder.
Ryker moved next, sliding in and out with careful movements. “You’re so close, pretty girl. We can feel it.”
Ezra rolled his hips a little faster. “Our little captive needs to come.”
The orgasm hit her hard, making her tremble in Ryker’s arms as he fucked her through it. They had clearly been struggling to hold back.
“Good fucking girl,” Ryker breathed into her ear. “I can’t wait to see our cum dripping out of your gorgeous holes.”
With a final thrust, Ezra buried himself deep in her ass and groaned through his release. Ryker fucked her harder, maybe for his friend’s benefit as well as his own. They had initially been worried about accidental “sword crossing”, but after so many threesomes, they had gotten over it.
Willow’s mind was fuzzy as Ezra withdrew, sending a trail of wetness down her thigh. Ryker flipped them so he was on top, then propped her feet on his shoulders. Every deep thrust was hitting further than before. His blue eyes were so intense.
“So fucking pretty while we use you. We’re going to tie you to this bed and fuck you however we want all weekend.” He ripped off his mask and kissed her. It was a good thing she was flexible, as her knees were pressed against her chest.
“I love being your toy,” she whispered against his lips.
Ryker’s rhythm faltered, and he finished with a breathy moan. “Perfect…” he murmured, “so perfect.”
After a moment, he let her legs fall around his hips, but he was still inside her, gradually softening. He cupped her face and gave her a gentle kiss.
The edge of the bed dipped as Ezra took the spot next to them. He kissed her next, then handed her a bottle of water. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
She chuckled while taking a long sip, her mind hazy, almost like she was floating. “Spoiled.”
Ryker laughed. “Not even close to spoiled enough, Willow.” He pulled out and ran his fingers along her exposed skin. Then, he untied her hands and soothed the red marks left by the rope with his lips. “This hurt?”
She hummed. “No, it’s fine. I’d better get used to it if you’re planning to keep me tied up for the weekend.”
Ryker smirked against her wrist. “You might be able to sway us into being nice. I’ve heard you’re persuasive.” He winked and hauled himself up. It was his turn to start dinner.
Ezra curled up next to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Love you…” she said with a yawn. They always pampered her after more intense sex. She was starving and couldn’t wait for them to bring her a big bowl of lasagna.
He smiled against her cheek. “Love you too.”
In that fog of bliss and bone-deep satisfaction, she drifted, unable to imagine herself anywhere else.