Page 111 of Lost to the Woods

“Mmm, you taste like heaven,” Kendra purrs, working Bunny’s clit with little flicks of her tongue, teasing yet precise.

Bunny whimpers, her legs strain, trying to close, but can’t. She’s locked down and soaking.

Giggling, Kendra pulls away, leaving Bunny aching for more. Then, without warning, she slips down the table and sheds her skin like it’s nothing, revealing Zhyra underneath.

“Damn, that was fucking incredible,” he gasps, licking his mouth, still tasting Bunny’s juices, as he palms his cock.

Next is Nate. He steps between Bunny’s legs, robe already open, and slides his cock inside her in one smooth, greedy thrust. Her scream echoes, but it’s not just fear. Her body clenches around him like she’s been starving. He curses, tossing his head back, as he strains not to cum at that very second. That boy’s been waiting his whole life for this. Little did he know, he’d have to get eaten alive first.

Devin stands by Bunny’s head, fingers curling into her pink hair, pulling her head back sharply. His cock pushes forcefully into her mouth until she gags around him, the sound making him groan low.

“Goddamnit, Bunny. You’re so fucking perfect.” His grip tightens, his voice more bitter. “To think I could’ve had that. Butyou denied me, just to turn around, seduce my best friend, and deny him, too. What a stone cold bitch you are.”

True.

He can’t hold the shape much longer, and Dorunn claws his way out. His cock slips from her mouth, hanging low and heavy between his thighs as steam rises from his nostrils.

Nate’s gone too, shifting back into Varekka, his claws piercing the flesh on her hips. He snarls when Mark shoves him to the side and takes his place.

“How many?” he hisses, removing his hood. His eyes burn as he glares at Bunny, still pinned down, squirming and in shock. “Millions. Millions of followers, and tens of thousands of those—maybe more—lusted after you… I was one of them. But a girl like you would never look at a guy like me. You used me to make your crazyalmost-boyfriend jealous. Now look what happened to me.”

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” she chokes on her tears.

“Still, I can’t help but want you so badly.” He reaches his hand, his fingers ghosting over her trembling thighs.

I grab Mark’s robe and yank him back hard, still hating his fucking guts. “You don’t get to touch her,” I snap, my voice a dangerous growl, laced with possessiveness.

His laugh rumbles deep, shifting into Khalok’s guttural voice. His spine cracks as fur bursts from every pore. With one swift motion, his claws slash into Bunny’s breast before his mouth mauls it. His jagged teeth sink into the tender flesh, his tongue curling around the hardened peak as he sucks it ravenously.

She screams, more from pleasure than pain, as he laps every drop of her sweet blood like it’s ambrosia. His cock throbs, leaking precum on the floor and we groan as one.

Impatient, I step closer, pulling off the hood to reveal the familiar white mask. Her eyes widen in surprise… in hurt.

“You see, Princess, I never lie,” I say, almost mocking, “They’re all here. And they all want their payback. Just like me.” I yank off the balaclava, letting her see the man she once loved. Maybe she still does, even though he is no more.

“Ghost…” her voice pitches higher, slipping into that alluring sweetness she’s practiced so well. “Daddy, please.”

“No, Bunny,” I respond firmly, ignoring that sharp sting somewhere deep, deep inside. “You fooled me for the last time when you drove that knife into my heart. Somehow I always knew you would.”

Then I shift, reminding her of what she saw back in the woods. And she can deny it all she wants, but I see how her eyes devour my form. She may even like it more than the man behind the mask she fell for. Her cunt is always weeping for me.

The longing in me flames, but I stick to the plan. “No matter what I do, your heart won’t open. I know that now.” I slowly circle the table, my hooves clicking on the old floorboards. “But if you won’t be mine, you won’t be anyone’s.”

“No!” she shouts, thrashing as if she’s set on fire. “Please, just let me go! I’m begging you!”

“Shhh. No need to fret,” I whisper into her ear, leaning over her. “These woods need to feed. And you… You’re the perfect little sacrifice.”

She squeezes her eyes, tossing her head from side to side like she was waiting to wake up from a bad dream. “This is not real. This is not real.”

“Oh, but it is, baby.” I lick the tear from her cheek, my breath hot against her skin.

She gasps through the chokehold, voice shaking. “Who… what are you?”

“I’m Tyorin.” I straighten, raking my nails down her body, leaving fresh streaks of blood from the wound Khalok left behind. “We’re called Hollowraiths. I’m the Alpha of ourbrotherhood. Doruun’s second in command. Our hierarchy comes with power earned. But we share everything, inside and out, like a hive mind.”

I pause, letting it sink in. She’s frozen, pale, barely even breathing. So I keep talking, because it feels good to finally tell her. It’s quite amusing, actually.

“We exist between this world and the spirit realm. We don’t have bodies of our own, only the skin we choose to wear. We’ve been around a long time. Longer than anything else walking this earth. These woods are our home. Our altar. Every drop of blood spilled here is for the god we serve.”

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