Chapter 50 #2
He very easily spotted it hanging off the side of one the stone benches. Right beside the patterned leggings that were equally bright in color as well as her brown, body colored bra and panties.
The sight made him growl. Because that meant his little mate was hiding from him fully naked – all but her sandals that she must have kept on to protect her feet. She deserved praise for that; he always wanted her to look after herself first.
Her skin, that lovely brown, would blend into the landscape much easier than bright purple fabric. His prey was smart.
But frightened.
He could hear the rush of air through her nose as she struggled to keep quiet. He was close. Following the sound. Eyes looking over the landscape.
There.
She had wedged herself under the fronds of one of the ground plants, a rock at her back, protecting her from being snuck up on. She was crouched low to the ground, almost invisible. She had moved a frond over her head, allowing her to look out without being obvious.
So cute. So fragile. So delicious.
Her eyes were moving quickly, trying to find him amongst the green. She had started biting her lower lip. Her hands were pressed into the dirt as she lay belly down, ready to launch herself forward and run the moment she spotted him.
But she did not spot him. Even with his jeans breaking his camouflage, he was still a better hunter than she was a hider. He circled around until he was at her back. Well out of sight.
She was belly down, but her feet were up, pressed into the dirt. Ready to run. But the position also very handily presented her glistening cunt to his hungry eyes. She was so eager for him. She loved these games they played.
Survii was slow and quiet and gentle as he crept up behind her. The button and zipper on his jeans weren’t loud enough to be heard over the gentle breeze or trickling stream. She didn’t tense or still or flee. She had no idea he was there.
Until he grabbed her by the thigh and jerked her to the side. She screamed as she was dragged across the dirt, fingers dragging through the loose soil. She resisted but wasn’t strong or quick enough to stop him from shoving her flat, covering her body, and shoving his cock home.
Her next scream was broken by a throaty moan as her fingers clenched harder into the dirt.
Survii chuckled, thrusting her flat into the ground with long, slow strokes.
“What is this little morsal I’ve found?” He asked as though merely curious.
She tried, weakly, to pull herself free. Survii grabbed her wrists and pinned them down even as her hips were turning up, trying to get him deeper.
“How about… a little taste?” He grunted, lowering his lips.
He couldn’t reach her neck with her arms over her head. Instead, he lifted one of her captured hands and turned it.
He didn’t bite so much as he scraped his fangs down her skin.
Barely breaking it. Bringing only a hint of her delicious blood to his tongue.
The taste was strong enough that he didn’t need much – like a fine drink or drugs, a little went a long way.
His tongue lathed over the cut until even the hint of blood was gone.
Alanna whimpered under him, squirming. His hips had stilled as he enjoyed his second favorite flavor – right behind her juicy cunt.
“Aw, what’s wrong?” He asked, lowering her arm back. “You’re so wiggly.”
“Survii… please…” She was trying to fuck back against him, but his body weight over her meant she couldn’t move properly.
“Does the little prey want to be fucked?” He growled, grinding deeper into her. “You want your little womb pumped full? You want me dripping out of you?”
“Yes. Please!”
He hummed thoughtfully – like he might not be sure what he was going to do. “I don’t know. Do you deserve my seed? Naughty little female.”
“Survii, don’t tease me. Please. I need you.” She was humping back against him as desperately as she could, but her little clit must be so neglected and needy from that angle. From having his cock stretch her out but not giving her that friction she craved.
“You need my cum?” He asked, weighing her down further. Stopping even the wiggling. “You want it?”
“Yes! Survii!”
“You want me to put my pup in your belly?”
“Yes!”
“Yes,” he growled, belly tightening with yearning as he pulled back-
-and pounded her into the ground.
She squealed. Her little cunt clenched around him as she came while he ravished her body right there in the dirt, the sun caressing their skin. He claimed her out in the wild like an animal, only able to think about breeding his mate.
Fuck, he wanted that so much. For her greedy little cunt to milk his seed and for it to plant in her womb and grow their pup. He needed it. He needed her.
Alanna came again, going completely stiff this time as she howled her ecstasy.
Survii thrust twice more, lodging his knot deep, before his sac drew up and he came with a roar.
Flooding her channel as his tail wrapped around her thigh, his arms around her neck, his body completely crushing her.
Trying to get as close, as deep, as possible.
She went limp under him, her orgasm finally faded. With a grunt, Survii pulled his knot free, allowing his seed to flow out. It dripped onto the dirt below.
Wasted.
Survii growled, insulted. He drove back into her, making her cry out. It was lost. He needed to replace it. He had to breed his female.
He wasn’t done until he filled her again.