Page 125 of Lost to the Woods

I lick my lips, my cock throbbing in my palm. God, she’s fucking amazing.

The tall guy tries to comfort her, patting her back awkwardly, his eyes flickering over her naked body—I know he loves what he sees. The bearded man can’t stop staring at the way her tits rise and fall with each shuddering breath, the way the blood clings to her thighs. The last one keeps a distance, his pulse spiking, his pants tented.

They don’t even realize they’re already dead.

Just like that, she stops.

The tears dry up. The shaking stills. And her lips curl into a slow, wicked smile as she announces, “I’m bored with this.”

Then she lunges.

Her hand snaps out, fingers curling into claws, burying into the closest hiker’s throat before he can even scream. Bloodsprays as Bunny rips his flesh open with her teeth, her mouth sealing over the wound, drinking deep.

The other two barely have time to react before she’s on the bearded man. He howls, stumbling back as she rides him down to the ground, her thighs bracketing his hips. She tears into him. Rips flesh from bone, her mouth working hungrily, fingers clawing into his shoulders. The man gurgles, his hands flailing, his legs kicking uselessly.

I step forward, wearing Ghost’s skin—because it’s always more fun, more haunting when Bunny and I play this game. Only humans hunt for sport.

My cock aches as I watch Bunny work. She’s glorious like this, her body slick with gore, her mouth dripping scarlet as she chews through muscle.

She lifts her head, now crowned by antlers, meeting my gaze. Her eyes are glowing red, burning into mine with insatiable hunger.

“Put on a show for them,” she purrs, pouting.

I don’t need to be told twice.

“Look at her,” I growl. “Look at how fucking perfect she is. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?”

Bunny laughs, massaging the mess on her chest with her palms, smearing it over her jutting tits. She spreads her thighs wider, showing off her pretty pink pussy, already wet and glistening.

“Play with yourself, baby,” I command, but it comes out as a plea.

She rubs her clit in fast circles, her ass grinding against the dying man beneath her.

“Tell them how good you taste.” I pump my fist up and down my shaft.

Her fingers sink into her cunt. She thrusts once, twice, collecting her juices before retracting and bringing them to her mouth.

“Mmm, so sweet,” she murmurs, licking her fingers clean.

The remaining hiker—the young guy—is frozen, his breath ragged, his cock straining against his zipper.Pathetic.

But Bunny loves an audience.

She reaches for him, crooking a bloody finger. “Come here, boy. Let me see if you’re worth keeping.”

He stumbles forward, hypnotized.

Bunny smirks, then bites—sinking her teeth into the man’s wrist. He screams, but she doesn’t stop, her hips rolling, her breath coming in sharp, delighted gasps as she feeds.

I can’t take it anymore.

I shove him aside and claim Bunny’s mouth, kissing her deep, tasting blood and lust and her. She growls into me, her nails raking down my chest, her legs wrapping around my waist. I slam into her, pinning her down onto the hiker’s chest. Her teeth sink into my forearm, and I hiss, but the pain is sweet, electric. I fuck her harder, whispering filth into her ear, praising her, worshiping her, telling her how fucking magnificent she is.

The woods aren’t quiet anymore.

They echo with screams.

With moans.

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