Page 90 of Lost to the Woods

He hesitates, his eyes darting between her glistening folds and my mask. I can see the conflict in his expression—the shame, the reluctance, the flicker of defiance that he’s too weak to act on.

“Suck that cum out. Now,” I snap, my voice sharp enough to make him flinch.

With a shuddering breath, he leans forward and seals his mouth over her dripping pussy. The sight is vile and beautiful at the same time—his humiliation, her submission, the way her body twitches as his tongue tentatively flicks against her.

“Yeah, taste who owns that fucking cunt,” I sneer, my words dripping with venom.

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t stop. I can practically hear the gears turning in his head, his ego crumbling with every second. But it’s not enough. He’s too hesitant, too clumsy. I can feel Bunny’s disappointment as she doesn’t seem to be finding any pleasure in his lack of skill, and I can’t resist twisting the knife.

“Not as good as when I eat your pussy out, hm?”

She moans, a soft, breathy sound that sends a thrill through me. My words excite her more than whatever the fuck he’s doing with his tongue. Her pulse quickens, her body arching slightly as she rubs against his face.

“Look at her, she’s bored, you useless pathetic piece of shit,” I growl, my voice rising with each word. “You’re not even worth the air you’re breathing.”

Khalok steps closer, his massive, grizzly-like frame casting a shadow over Mark. Without a word, he grabs a fistful of Mark’s hair and shoves him deeper into her, suffocating him.

Mark’s muffled gasp is music to my ears.

“Ride his face, baby,” Khalok rumbles, his voice a deep, commanding baritone that sends a physical shiver down Bunny’s spine.

She obeys, grinding her hips in my grasp as Mark struggles to keep up. His tongue moves more frantically now, but it’s still not good enough. I can feel her frustration, the way her body tenses as she seeks the release that only I can give her.

And when Mark finally makes an attempt to actually play with her, to bring her some semblance of pleasure, I step back abruptly, pulling her away from him.

“No,” I snarl, my grip tightening possessively around her. “You don’t get to have what’s mine.”

Her body trembles in my arms, a mixture of arousal and fear that makes my blood sing. I can feel her heartbeat, rapid and erratic, and as I hold her close, her body still trembling with need, I know that she’s mine in every way that matters.

She’s now slowly learning that, too.

Mark collapses in the chair, gasping for air, his face slick with her arousal and my cum. He looks up at me with a mixture of hatred and fear, but I don’t care. He’s nothing. Less than nothing.

And I intend to treat him as such.

I put her down on her feet, her legs shivering as I bend her over, hands braced on Mark’s thighs, her face just inches from his dick, leaking uselessly against his stomach. She’s close enough to feel the heat, but not close enough to taste—teasing the fuck out of him.

Mark’s groan is a pathetic, desperate little sound, almost like a kicked dog begging for scraps.

I laugh—low, mean, savoring the way his face twists in shame. “That sad little dick would never satisfy her. Look at her. Look how fucking hungry she is. She needs real cocks.”

I step back, and Zhyra takes my place.

His green, wild cat’s eyes gleam, his deadly claws digging into Bunny’s hips as he slams his tapered, barbed cock into her from behind. No warning. No easing in. Just a rough thrust, and he’s burying himself to the very swell of his knot, pressing against her entrance.

Bunny screams, back arching, tits bouncing, that sweet little ass jiggling with every brutal thrust.

“That’s it,” I murmur, stroking my still-rock-hard cock as I watch. “Take it like a good girl.”

And she does it so beautifully. Whimpering, moaning, sobbing, her pussy so fucking wet I can hear it. Her tits bounce as he sets a punishing pace like he’s trying to break her. Every brutal snap of his hips makes that sweet little ass jiggle, driving the butt plug deeper, while he pounds her raw.

Mark’s losing it. Straining against the ropes, his dick flexing, leaking like a fucking faucet.Pathetic.

Zhyra’s teeth flash, his feral hiss vibrates through the room, his tail flicking behind, claws raking down, leaving red streaks on her flesh, and he stills.

I groan, teasing the swollen head of my cock as he spills deep inside her, pumping her full, his seed mixing with mine. Her cunt drips around his cock before he pulls out, leaving her spent.

Then it’s Doruun’s turn. He takes his place behind her and yanks her hair back, forcing her back onto him. The squelch of her cunt is obscene. He’s massive, his thick cock stretching Bunny wide, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as he bottoms out—nearly half of his shaft unable to fit inside.

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