Page 91 of Lost to the Woods

“Fuck! Your pussy feels like goddamn heaven, Bunny,” he praises before he spanks her ass hard enough to leave an oversized handprint.

She moans, loving the attention, and I can tell that little slut is already clenching around him.

His hooves scrape the floor as he pounds into her, fucking her like she’s nothing but a warm hole, lifting her feet off the ground with every thrust.

It’s like watching art. All of us—minus Mark, of course—stroke our cocks in the same tempo, joined in the shared pleasure.

With the last sharp snap of his pelvis, he tosses his head back, huffing wildly, holding her impaled on his shaft as he blows a huge load inside her. Her pussy overflows, blend of cum and her slick dripping down her legs, dangling helplessly in the air.

Khalok is next. His clawed paws grip Bunny’s waist, ripping her from Doruun’s hands like a toy he now wants to play with. Which is precisely what she is.

He flips Bunny around, her legs hooked over his arms, and destroys her, driving into her, massive and relentless.

Bunny’s back bows, her nails raking her tits, her cries breaking as she comes again, squirting across Khalok’s thighs.

Mark’s eyes are wild, his cock pulsing, his breath coming in ragged, panting gasps, his whole body shaking.

“You wanna fuck her that bad?” I taunt, leaning beside him. I don’t feel sorry for him even a bit. But I do know the pain he’s going through. “Aw, poor you. All you can do is watch while she’s being passed around.”

With a primal roar that shakes the room, Khalok reaches his peak, flooding her with his pent-up release.

Varekka takes her last, already in rut, his knot fully formed. He flips her onto her knees, crouching on his haunches behind her, his claws digging into her thighs as he spreads her open and rams into her. Bunny’s beyond words now, her body used, her cunt ruined, her moans shattered as Varekka claimsher, fucking her through it until she’s screaming, squirting again—all over the floor this time.

“Fuck, little rabbit, you squeeze me so tightly!” he pants, licking his chops, rutting in and out of her desperately, his hips a blur. Her thighs bleed where his claws dig, which only adds to his frenzy.

With a loud snarl, he forces his knot inside her, making her yelp in shock at the sudden stretch. But he’s not finished. He nips at her neck, marking her, as it swells further, inflating inside her, locking them together. The sharp pressure makes her burst into tears. Her cunts weeps, too, gushing violently around him as he pumps her so full of his seed, I swear I see her belly bulging.

What a sight. Fuck me, I’ll never get over her beauty.

By the time they’re done, she’s a wreck. His knot subsides in size enough to slip out of her abused cunt with an obscene wet pop. She collapses under Mark’s feet, trembling, half-conscious, cum dripping down her thighs, her pussy lips red and swollen, her leaking hole gaping open.

But I’m not nearly finished with her yet.

I step forward, grab her hair, and yank her up on her feet again. “Turn around,” I command. “Present yourself.”

She whimpers but obeys, shaky, turning and sticking out her ass to show off. That pretty pink heart-shaped plug is still nestled between her cheeks, her ruined, cum-covered cunt glistening, engorged clit throbbing.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, then grab Mark’s hair, forcing him to look. “See what real cocks do to her?”

Bunny’s breath hitches as I order her to play with herself. Her hand slides between her legs, fingers spreading her pussy lips, taunting us more than toying with herself. Gathering the mess, she brings her coated fingers to her lips. She licks them clean, moaning as she swallows, before they return to rub upand down her slit, circling her overstimulated clit, then plunging inside her fuckhole.

Mark chokes, his cock jerks and pulses, a weak spurt of cum dripping down.

Rage burns through me.

She’s too perfect for his eyes.

And I lose it.

The butterfly knife is in my hand from my pocket before I even think—cold, sharp,hungry. I flip it open in one practiced move, and after slashing his ropes, Mark crashes to the floor. I kick him onto his stomach with his face right in the puddle on the floor.

“Lick it up,” I snarl. “Every fucking drop.”

He hesitates, so I slam my boot into his ribs. He wheezes, out of breath, then his tongue flicks out, lapping at the sticky mess of squirt and cum like the whimpering, sorry-ass looser he is.

I grab his hair, wrench his head up, forcing him to stare at Bunny.

“Take a last good look at her,” I hiss through clenched teeth, venom in my voice. “You were just here to teach her a lesson.”

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