Page 71 of Lost to the Woods

Wet, obscene lapping noises. Heavy, ragged breathing. Growls, deep and guttural, vibrating right through me. The slick slide of flesh against flesh.

My vision adjusts just enough to see them. Eyes. Multiple pairs, glowing in the dark, hover above me, around me. Yellow, green, red—all fixed on me. Unblinking.

A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it, and the noises pause. A collective inhale. Then a chorus of snarls, low and pleased, as if they’ve been waiting for me to wake up.

Something shifts between my legs. A rough, calloused palm spreads my legs wider as claws dig into my thighs, sharp points pricking my skin, holding me open.

Then, a tongue—long, thick, inhumanly hot—drags up my slit, in one torturous stroke, slow and deliberate. I jerk—or try to, but the claws tighten, drawing blood. The tongue laps at me again, broad and relentless, before plunging inside, fucking me lazily, like I’m nothing but a toy.

I moan.

I hate that I moan.

I should be terrified.

Iamterrified.

But my body—traitorous, desperate thing—betrays me

Other mouths are on me, all foreign, their hot, panting breaths caressing my sensitive skin, fur brushing my sides. One tongue flicks at my nipple, teasing it to a stiff peak before sharp teeth scrape over it, making me gasp. Another mouth latches onto my other breast, sucking hard enough to bruise.

I whimper, my back arching off the surface beneath me—a mattress? Fur? I can’t tell. My hips buck against the tongue between my legs, shameless and needy.

A voice cuts through the growls. Human. One that I’d recognize always. Safe… But not safe at all, not with the dark amusement in his tone.

Ghost.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, and I hear the smile playing on his lips. “Already dripping for them. I knew you’d be perfect for this, Bunny.”

A camera shutter clicks, and a flash of light blinds me for a second, illuminating the scene in fractured glimpses. Fur and fangs and rippling muscle. Eyes wild, jaws parted with hunger and drooling. And between their massive legs—oh fuck—thick, veiny, alien cocks, hard and already dripping. Some are rubbing against my breasts, others are being stroked by clawed hands as they watch me. Then darkness swallows it again.

They’re touching themselves.Because of me.

A shudder runs through me—fear, yes, but something else, something hot and shameful knotting low in my belly.

The tongue working my pussy curls inside me with a deep hum before retreating to circle my clit with sensual precision. The wet noise of it makes my stomach clench, my thighs twitching. But then it’s gone too quickly, and I make a broken sound of protest before I can stop myself.

A deep, rasping laugh answers me, and some other thing presses against me. There’s a collective grunt amongst the rest as a slanted, swollen head nudges against my entrance.

I choke.Too big. Too big.But it doesn’t stop.

The beast growls above me, forcing its way deeper. “Fuck, she’s so tight!” His hips snap forward, and I sob as it bottoms out inside me, thick and throbbing. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t let me adjust—just fucks me, hard and deep, each thrust punching the air from my lungs. The burn of stretch is sharp, blinding—but then it melts into something else. A deep, throbbing fullness as my body yields and accepts it.

“That’s it,” Ghost breathes, and another flash goes off. “Just like that. Taking it like a good little whore.”

He’s recording this. The thought should horrify me, but it just makes me wetter.

Then a pressure nudges my lips. I try to turn my head, but a rough hand grips my jaw, prying my mouth open before I can resist. A large, round, dome-like crown with gently ruffled edges slides inside, followed by a thick, ridged, monstrously huge shaft. I can feel every vein as it pulses against my tongue, the taste of salt and sweet musk present.

I gag immediately, tears spilling over, but the beast holding my head doesn’t care. He thrusts shallowly at first, then deeper, until I’m choking, drool running down my chin.

“Suck,” he commands in rich, low, unnatural voice.

I do, because I’m terrified not to. I seal my lips against the shaft, my throat working around it, more tears pricking my eyes.

“Good girl,” the beast growls, a deep, pleased sound, and his hips jerk forward, fucking my face in slow, relentless strokes.

The one in my pussy growls in agreement, his pace brutal, his hips pistoning into me with no mercy. It hurts… but it’s the sweetest kind of pain. Each drag of his cock sends sparks through my nerves. My pussy flutters around the intrusion, my thighs quivering, my toes curling.

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