Rynn blinks, a small crease forming between his brows that makes me chuckle and shake my head. “You’ll catch me before I even have a chance if you don’t give me a head start.”
“You do not have a chance either way, my mate,” he tells me, eyes still tracking every small backward step I continue to take. “I am Trixikka, I am a High Spear, and most of all, I could scent your arousal from a thousand wingbeats away. No amount of counting will help you. Do not even begin to think I will not catch you, my little prey.”
This jungle is humid already, butfuck, I feel a different kind of heat simmering just beneath my skin. “Oh, I’m counting on it, big guy. Now close your eyes and count.”
Rynn lets out a small huff from his nose but follows my instructions.
I turn, and Irun.
My feet take me as fast as I can go, flying over fallen leaves and leaping over roots. The Trixikka, concerned with our ‘fragile female feet’, have insisted on fashioning these soft little booties of sorts for us and I’m grateful for them now, considering how cut up I was after the last time I sprinted through this jungle.
Though this time couldn’t feel any more different from that first frantic dash. Back then, I’d feared being caught. Now, I can’t wait.
I keep going until I can no longer hear Rynn counting and pause, my breathing labored and my heart pounding in the cage of my ribs. I spin around, trying to get a glimpse of my mate chasing after me.
Nothing.
I turn in a circle again, more slowly this time, in case I’ve missed something before. All I see are the strange alien trees and plants. I can’t even hear him coming for me, there’s only the calling of birds and the chirping of insects.
Until there isn’t.
The jungle falls deadly silent around me and a tendril of fear creeps into my bones. Something dangerous is close. What if there’s something else out there and I’ve just run away from the safety of Rynn and into its territory? I swallow and start to blindly back up.
“Shall I count again, little female?” Rynn’s voice purrs from somewhere nearby. My head turns this way and that, trying to glimpse where he is. I have no idea. I can’t see him anywhere. But the fear that had crept in begins to thaw now that I know the big, dangerous thing I could practically feel stalking me is him and not something else. “You are making this too easy for me, little prey,” he says, and it’s only when I realize his voice sounds elevated that I remember -look up, Serena! Your man can fly!
Frantically, I scan the canopy above me. From the corner of my eye, I catch movement - something falling from the darkest tree. The one with huge, black leaves. Before my brain can catch up with me, Rynn is there, straightening from a crouched position, a glint in his eye and a taunting smile on his beautiful lips. He looks like he might just want to eat me - like he knows he’s going to catch me, and that when he does, I’ll be at his mercy. I can feel the flush on my cheeks deepening at the thought. Rynn’s nostrils flare and I wonder if he can really scent my arousal like he said he could. “Do you always toy with your prey like this?” I ask, taking a step backward.
Rynn’s eyes track my movements but he doesn’t move except to slowly shake his head. “All this is reserved just for you, my Zahreenah.” His huge body drops into a crouch again, his eyes trained on me and every muscle in his body coiled tightly, ready to spring forward. “Run, little prey,” he commands, “let me chase you.”
I turn and flee.
I run, and run, and run again, pumping my arms and legs as fast as I can, dodging trees and leaping over huge, creeping roots. I can hear Rynn’s quick footfalls right behind me, making me want to squeal. Just as I’m about to turn my head, adrenaline coursing through my veins at the thought of how close behind me he must be, something large, muscled and feathery tackles me to the ground. I brace myself for the impact but land on a bed of spongy-soft, bright orange-colored moss and for a split second, I wonder if Rynn had planned that. Had he chased me this way? Herded me and waited until the right moment to pounce to ensure a soft landing?
I don’t get a chance to think twice about it. Rynn’s big chest pins me down and his hands are quick and desperate as he grabs at me, panting in my ear, even though I know he hadn’t physically taxed himself as I did. “You caught me,” I whimper, arching my back, and pushing my butt up into his crotch. I can feel his huge cock pressed into the back of my thigh. Rynn growls and begins yanking my sleep shorts down.
“Tell me no,” he hisses with need into my ear. “Tell me no, and this stops, little-light.”
Well, I’m not going to do that.
I arch my hips even further, begging him with my body. “I think you hunted your prey fair and square,” I pant, rubbing my ass back against him. “You should take what you want.”
I’m so fucking wet right now that when I feel the blunt of Rynn’s huge cock press against me, it takes one swift, grunted thrust from him and he’s buried deep inside my pussy. “Umh…fuck,” Rynn growls above me, gliding his cock out and then shoving it back in with a force that makes my breath hitch in my throat. “Is this what you wanted from me, little prey?” his raspy voice rumbles in my ear, his breathing a little stilted from fucking me. I whimper again, pressing my cheek to the ground. Rynn rests his weight on his forearms on either side of my head and I watch as his thick fingers dig into the moss, prominent veins snaking up from his hand over his arms as he strains above me. The skin-stars that I love are going absolutely crazy all over his body as he pounds me into the forest floor.
And I fucking love it.
“Fuck, I would chase this cunt all over Trixikka lands and beyond,” Rynn pants, one huge hand dropping down to place a firm grip on my hip, holding me in place as he continues to take me exactly as he wants to - exactly asIwant him to. “Will you let me fill you with seed, little prey?”
I can feel my orgasm building and clamp my muscles down on Rynn’s cock as he slides in and out of me, making his thrusts lose rhythm. Rynn groans loudly in my ear so I do it again. “Is that a yes?” he asks, hot breath panting above me. “I will not be able to hold my seed for much longer,” he leans down to whisper. “I would like to make an offering to your cunt.”
I know he’s only just eaten the mysterious contraceptive plant a few minutes ago.I knowwe’re not certain how long it will take to work. And Ialsoknow Sensible-Serena has left the building, leaving Horny-Serena in charge when I nod my head and whimper, one of my hands snaking beneath my body to touch my clit.
Rynn growls and pushes my hand away. “This is mine.” And,oh, God, it feels good to have him play with me while he fucks me. His big, thick fingers move as quickly as they can in tight circles over my clit while still being trapped beneath both our bodies. I can feel myself getting more and more taut. There’s a tension in my body like an arrow drawing back on the string of a bow, getting ready to fly.
“Rynn,” I plead, reaching back to grab onto the back of his neck, right before I feel that arrow loose, soaring through the air.
Rynn roars above me, his hips bucking wildly before he stiffens and lets out a long, satisfied groan while still pumping into my pussy.
It’s not long until I feel the telltale trickle of warm wetness seeping from where Rynn’s still lazily fucking me that Sensible-Serena casually wanders back into the building to take back the reigns from irresponsible Horny-Serena.
