Page 94 of Lost to the Woods

And she is the center of it all.

I glance down, and fuck me, it’s perfect. Bunny’s sobbing, overstimulated, her body small and weak, shuddering under my assault. I groan, rolling my hips deeper, harder, watching the way her pretty little pussy stretches around my cock.

Mark’s dead now. Cold. Forgotten. His worthless corpse jerks beneath her, his blood smearing across her back, her ass, my cock.

“Too much!” she chokes, gripping my shoulders to push me away, but her hips buck against me, betraying her.

My fingers lock around her throat. I squeeze—just enough to watch her lips part, her lashes flutter, her breath stutter. “Tell me to stop.”

Her voice cracks. “P-please—"

My jaw clenches, my grip tightens, and I don’t stop. I can’t. All I care about is the way her body tries to reject me even as she drips down my thighs.

“Louder. I couldn’t hear you.”

Her breath hitches. But she doesn't say it again. Because she knows it’s too late. She’s getting wetter, tighter, clenching around me despite it all.

“That's what I thought.”

I fuck her harder. Punishing. Unrelenting. Dragging her body through the filth and blood and sin, forcing her to feel every inch of my thick throbbing cock and every ounce of my fucking obsession.

All of a sudden, her hands shift higher, her dainty fingers hook into the fabric of my mask. And I let her. I want her to see.

The mask slips off my head, and our eyes lock. I don’t know if she sees a man or a monster, but her lips part, breath hitching, and—fucking hell—she likes the view. Her cunt flutters around me like a goddamn heartbeat.

Something clenches in my chest. I crash my mouth onto hers, swallowing every single one of her desperate, choked little sobs. The rhythm turns savage, my hips pistoning into her, her cries pitching higher, broken.

“You're gonna cum for me again, Bunny,” I murmur. My teeth find her throat, marking her as mine, only mine.

She shakes her head wildly. “No.” But she fists my hair, pulling me closer, kissing me with carnal need.

I chuckle darkly. “You do whatever the fuck I say you do.” I slide a blood-slick, gloved hand between her thighs where our bodies become one, finding her swollen, abused little clit, rubbing it slow, deep, merciless.

She hates it. She loves it. She doesn’t know where the line is anymore. And I feel her body betraying her—the way her inner walls squeeze me like a vice, milking me, begging for more even as she sobs.

I thrust harder, deeper, rougher, and when she screams in pain, I swallow the sound, too. Her breasts bounce with every brutal stroke, her pink nipples tight, swollen, begging for my mouth. I give them what they want. I latch on, sucking, biting, licking, leaving them wet, raw, and bruised.

I feel delirious as I set a ruthless pace, fucking her like an animal, like I’m trying to tear her apart. And maybe I am. I drag her over the edge, pulling her down into the abyss with me.

She convulses, her back arching, her thighs trembling, now wrapped around my waist, nails digging into my back. “I-I can’t—please—”

“You can,” I growl. “And you will.”

Her body locks up, her broken moan shredding the air as she squirts, gushing over me, over the corpse below her, twitching violently. Then—fuck yes—her eyes roll back, her body goes limp, and she blacks out from too much pleasure, too much pain.

Fucking breathtaking.

I don’t stop.

I chase my own release, pounding into her limp body until I feel the tightness in my balls and the tingling along my spine. I then pull out, panting, shaking, feral. My cock twitches, throbbing, pulsing, and then I release. Thick ropes of cum splatter across her raw pussy, painting her in the evidence of what she’s become. I watch my cum drip, mixing with sweat andblood, soaking into her skin like it’s always meant for her to wear it. Marked. Claimed.

A growl rumbles behind me. The others are close. I glance over my shoulder, watching as they stroke themselves harder, faster, caught in their own frenzy.

Varekka groans first, spilling thick and hot across her belly.

Zhyra follows, his seed covering her breasts in abundance.

Doruun grips her thighs, his release splattering against her inner skin, joining the mess I’ve made of her.

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