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Your heart raced with the thrill of it all.
Even as your feet pounded the ground beneath you, you knew you wouldn’t be able to escape the hunter who was in hot pursuit, his voice still echoing through your mind. “Better start running, Little Rabbit, because when I catch you…you’re mine.”
Once or twice you were almost certain he was right beside you, the scent and heat of his body close enough to touch before you slipped away between the trees to find a new place to hide. Naturally, Yurgir made excellent use of his skills – an expert predator through and through, he could become invisible at any moment to obscure his path, leaving you knowing only one thing for certain:
There was nowhere you could hide that he wouldn’t find you in the end.
The thought itself made your pulse thunder even faster, the chase just as thrilling as the promise of what awaited at the end of the game. Part of you had been tempted to give up within minutes of starting, but that would deny him the hunt he hungered for, and cheapen the thrill that was building in you from the adrenaline rush of anticipation.
If you’d asked any of your companions, they would’ve tried to talk you out of this, reminded you that you are both mortal and far far smaller than the huge Orthon who was even now obscuring his heavy footsteps through the forest. But you didn’t want to hear it, any of it, so you had simply stuffed your pockets with a number of potions and scrolls to aid you.
Besides, Yurgir was your ally – sworn to loyalty after you aided in his freedom from a Cambion contract – and he seemed far more interested in your endurance than your demise.
You pressed your back flat against a tree to catch your breath, lungs damn near burning from the effort. You weren’t going to last much longer like this, it had been an hour since the chase had begun, and you were certain even the attempts to lay down false tracks and scents were barely slowing him dow—
“Caught you, Rabbit,” his thunderous growl shook you to your core as his hand caught your wrists and pinned them to the tree above your head, his face appearing from the invisibility just inches from your neck. “You remember what that means?”
You nodded, feeling the heat of his sour breath wash over you, his nostrils flaring as he took in your scent. He had given you a word and a signal to use before you began, but both were as far from your mind as they could possibly be in this moment, need pooling lower with an infernal heat rising through your entire being.
“Good,” Yurgir grinned, horns nuzzling at your neck as he sniffed deeper. “You are mine.”
Your feet left the floor as his grip lifted you up by your wrists, his other hand tearing your clothes from your body, the cool air barely reaching you from the heat of the Orthon who held you captive.
“Do you want to know how I found you, Little Rabbit?” His huge lips pressed against your neck and shoulder, tip of his tongue tasting the sweat beading on your bare skin.
“H…how? Was I too loud?” Even now you were certain that the thundering of your heart would give you away even if there were miles between you.
“I could smell you,” Yurgir lifted you higher, licking along the curve of your hip this time, “could smell the need on you… Little Rabbit suits you, greedy creature.”
Despite his words, it seemed that the Orthon was the one embodying avarice now, his face pressing your legs apart as he pinned you to the tree, hot tongue pressing against your arousal with a deep growl you could feel in every inch of your being. There was no denying it – your need was already leaking onto his lips, the taste of you making his eyes flash brighter with a dangerous lust.
“When I am done with you, Rabbit, everyone will know you belong to me. Are you prepared?”
You nodded silently, biting your lip as his free hand moved beneath you, finger slicked by his hot saliva before circling your entrance. It shouldn’t fit, it should be impossible, but the potion you had swallowed down before he caught you would provide ample protection, bolstering your strength and endurance for what you hoped would follow.
His finger was not the largest part of him, nor the one you wanted most.
Yurgir balanced the fine line between roughly preparing you with a desperation he could barely hold back and just enough care to ensure you would not break from his size. Your arms ached and burned, but you didn’t care – the way his finger thrust inside you while his tongue licked and teased was bringing you closer and closer by the second.
When your orgasm came, you had your legs wrapped around his face, thighs quivering and voice echoing through the woods as he continued to draw out the blinding hot bliss, drinking in every last drop as if he had spent a century in Avernus without so much as a splash of rain.
By the gods – or whatever benevolent devil had brought this fiend into your life – it was incredible.
You felt so small, pinned to the tree by only one hand, held aloft by an Orthon who could tower over you easily yet chose to stoop and devour you only with lust. It was a rush to be at the mercy of a predator who could snap you in half at a moment’s notice, feeling instead how he tempered that strength in your favour.
When he rose up once more, his smile was wide, lips sparkling with the slight leftover slick of your pleasure. His finger remained inside you, pumping slowly in and out as he watched you gasping for breath. “You taste good, Rabbit, but this…is not enough to claim you.”
“Yurgir,” you managed a few brief and breathless words, “please, I can take it. Take you. Mark me as your own.”
Yurgir’s smile widened, lowering you a little as he withdrew his finger from your aching hole. “Brave, Little Rabbit,” his voice dropped to a predatory growl, “prepare yourself.”
Without wasting any more time, he tore aside his loincloth, revealing both length and girth that were as intimidating as the looming shadow he cast over you. He blocked out the moon and the stars above, leaving only the light of his eyes in the darkness for you to gaze into as he slicked himself quickly.
You weren’t sure how much of him you truly managed to fit inside you, but you certainly tried to accommodate him as he began to enter your body with careful motion at first. Part of you wanted to tell him you weren’t so fragile that you would break so quickly, but a very small shred of self-preservation kept you from goading him on too fast.
It was a pleasant burn, to feel so opened up, so utterly filled as he began to fuck you against the tree, kisses and bites leaving dozens of marks across your body as you struggled playfully against his grip.
“My prey, Rabbit,” he growled against your skin, “mine.”
He thrust deeper, your whole body blissfully aching, almost wishing you were able to see yourself like this – helpless and naked, held in his easy grip, speared upon him as he began to lose himself in your heat.
His climax arrived with a roar – both from his throat and from his body, his orgasm filling you in a moment as you cried out alongside him, feeling the hot rush leaking down your thighs before he pulled out and rutted against your body with the final waves covering you almost completely.
There was no denying it. Every single inch of you had been marked and claimed by the hunter’s lust, Yurgir’s scent surrounding you, his huge lips pressing surprisingly soft affection to your cheek in a kiss that could have easily encompassed most of your head.
“Next time, Little Rabbit, you can hunt me, and make me yours.”