Not like the Dranark. A Dranark hunter could go weeks in the wild without food and days without water. These humans needed to eat and drink daily.
Thanred saw a brighter light through the trees. He changed direction, making his way through the thick brush until he emerged into a clearing.
Good. I can get my bearings and decide which way to head next.
The important thing for him was that he had a vessel now. The offering was his, unless Dodlin got it in his pointy head to come hunting for him.
A part of him hoped he would. He would show that coward rat what a Dranark mistreated was capable of.
The sun felt good on his cheeks as he stepped into the clearing. The human squirmed on his shoulder, reminding Thanred that she was there. He dropped to one knee and sloughed her off his arm, letting her stand before him.
Standing up, he laid eyes on her face for the first time. His breath caught in his throat for a moment as he stared.
He’d seen humans in the wild before. But only far away while lurking in the trees on a hunt. He’d never seen one up close. And he’dneverseen one that looked like this.
This one had large blue eyes and puffy, rosy cheeks. Herlips were plush and red like strawberries. She had a dimple at each corner of her mouth.
Her body was... strangely captivating. He’d admired her well-developed rump as he’d been fucking her. But he’d been unable to see her plump breasts, or the way her tiny waist flared into deliciously full hips. Her body seemed to call to him as his eyes raked up and down her soft curves.
Thanred noticed her lower lip quivering. She was obviously frightened. Something softened inside of him. She was an innocent-looking thing and most likely not experienced in the rough ways of life and nature. A part of him wished he could have taken her more gently. But the Dranark need was overwhelming and blind to everything but the release of seed.
A pang of sympathy welled from within. He stepped forward and reached out, hoping to offer some small consolation to the female.
The action was greeted with an even more profound terror on her expression. She screamed, the sound sending a flock of evensong birds erupting from the trees overhead. She spun around quicker than he’d thought she was capable of moving. Arms pumping at her sides, she began to dart back toward the trees.
Thanred quaked at the sight of his offering, the only receptacle that could sate his need, running away. His body, reacting to the sight before his mind, sprang to action. Soon he was right behind her, his arm outstretched, falling onto her shoulder, fingers clamping down like a vise.
She screamed again as she fell to the ground.
The sound pierced through Thanred, causing his insides to tighten in a very unpleasant way. But he could not risk losing her. She would be his salvation out here, far from the rest of the tribe. Like it or not, she would have to be his.
Thanred knelt beside her shaking body. He hauled her up off the ground and over one knee. Surely if he showed her the consequences of trying to escape, she would not attempt it again. He yanked her loincloth off, sending itflying into the tall grass, exposing her rear.
His hand rose, then fell, crashing against the soft flesh.
Her body tightened on his knee a moment before she emitted another scream.
The sound, as well as her reaction, had a strange effect on Thanred. His cock began to harden. His vision tunneled. Soon the only thing he was able to focus on was her soft and reddening flesh, quivering as his hand rose and fell in hard spanks.
Each correction was met with fresh resistance. She grabbed hold of his leg and dug her fingers in.
The pain barely reached Thanred’s mind.
Even when she began to kick, he barely noticed. All he could stare at and the only thing he could think of was how beautiful her red rump looked, the tiny petals of her desecrated flower still stretched from his girth between her legs.
It took a dozen or so swats before she acquiesced. The tension left her body and she hung slack over his knee, as if by that act she were signaling her submission.
Thanred landed two more hard swats on each cheek for good measure. After the last, he held his hand on her bottom, enjoying the heat radiating off her skin. The heathe’dput there.
It was hard to say how long he stayed in that position. His eyes kept roaming up and down her soft spots. Pulling her cheek to one side exposed a second tight and winking hole.
Thanred scowled. The Dranark had no such thing. Dranark females had one hole and their mouth. That was it.
His curiosity piqued, he let the tip of his finger drift toward the opening. He leaned forward to see that it was a puckered ring of muscle.
The female stiffened on his knee as he pressed the tip of his finger against it. She let out a strange warbling sound as he pushed harder, slipping his finger into the tight place.
Sweet Mother Mountain, she is tight there!
