“Where the fuck are you going!” I yelled, jumping up and running after him. He saw me coming and looked concerned. He sped up, his hooves slamming into the ground like a startled racehorse. I’d never been more offended in my life.
“How fucking dare you!” I spat, seething. I stopped running and pressed my hand to my chest while I tried to figure out what went wrong. Was I not attractive to it? That couldn’t be possible. Satyrs were known for their libido. I shook my head and gave a disbelieving chuckle. No, he just thought it was some trap. He was too wary.
What I needed was a big, dumb brute. Something that didn’t question a messy pussy asking for total destruction when they saw it. The idea really riled me up.
Chapter2
Sammie
Istarted towards the supply drop-off, pulling the compass from my neck to make sure I was headed in the right direction. Everyone who had survived the parachute down and initial carnage would be going there to get at the stash of weapons and supplies. All the way there I grumbled in irritation, cursing all satyrs that ever existed but especially the scared little shit who ran from me. I pouted, thinking about the long brown cock he had flopping down to his knees. The missed opportunity made me groan in a complaint and tug on my long brown braid.
Things stayed quiet as I got close to the beach. The metal crates were on the sandy shore, waves gently rolling into the side of them. Wasting no time, I took off in a run towards the supplies. Immediately others darted from the safety of the plant line, exposing themselves. We were all in the standard clothes they gave us. Black tanks, jungle camo pants, and black boots.
Three men were racing towards the supplies along with me, fierce looks of determination on their faces. They wanted the first pick of the litter. Plus, last season someone had decided they weren’t big into sharing. When they had arrived first to the weapons they’d turned them on the other contestants and gunned anyone down that came close. There was always a brawl at the metal crates but that season was the first mass murder.
Two of the guys arrived at the same time and worked together to rip off the top. The third guy plowed in and started tearing into the two guys, fighting them ruthlessly to get at the boxes first.
Men always had to make things more complicated. They were too busy fighting one another to give me any mind as I leaned into the crate and reached out towards the sleek, black guns.
A hand slammed on my shoulder and I was ripped back before I could grab it.
“Motherfucker,” I snarled as my ass hit the sandy ground. Guess I was part of the brawl now too. One guy was ex-military but the rest of us were felons with penitentiary years under the belt. The trained fighter didn’t stand a chance. He held up his fists and got his center of gravity under control. We leapt at him like starving hyenas on crack, sensing the odd man out.
A rumbling roar perked my ears up and I stopped pummeling the military guy’s face with my fist. What was that? It came again but louder. The trees of the island shook and animals began crying out in alarm as something massive came running right for us.
The military guy was groaning in pain beneath me. The other two guys ran towards the metal crate, ignoring each other as they loaded up with guns in a panic. Someone shoved a pistol in my hand. We were suddenly all allies as the terrifying roar deafened us with its approach.
“It’s a fucking big one!” One of the guys snapped out. I gulped but didn’t move, stuck in place. A green giant burst through the trees and my mouth fell open. Human skulls were threaded on a rope he wore as a necklace.
“Ogre!” One of the guys wailed. Instead of fighting, they took off running in sheer terror. I was still straddling the passed-out guy, my mouth hanging open in awe as the ogre raced towards the two guys fleeing. The monster was smiling as he did it, delight spread across his face. He was ready to plunder and pillage as much as he could in the situation.
I’d never seen something so big. He was probably ten feet tall and must have clocked in at about the weight of a bull rhino. He was thick—a big, beefy, bear of an ogre. The ground shook in time to each of his long strides. Muscles and a little extra that made him all the bigger. His chest was wide, his pecs meaty and plump enough that I wanted to press my face right in the middle of them and suffocate. The only thing he wore besides the bone adornments was a leather loincloth.
His face was topped with a thick mane of red hair, shaved at the sides but still thick enough to have in a braid. Tusks jutted up from his mouth, curling up towards his cheeks. He had a sharp, straight bone through his septum that could possibly have been a human femur at some point.
The skulls on his necklaces jostled together, clanking around as he reached one of the guys, wrapping his hand around his middle and picking him clear off the ground.
The man screamed and began shooting his pistol wildly. I had to scramble underneath the passed-out guy to protect myself from stray bullets. I heard screams grow high-pitched with pain alongside the crunch of bones. Then nothing.
Something slammed into the beach next to me and I jumped, flinging myself backwards. The top half of the man was staining the beach red beside me.
“No, nope. Fuck that,” I said, gripping my pistol in my hand and leaping up, ready to take off as I heard the remaining guy’s screams suddenly cut off. A roar shook the island around me as I tried to gain speed on the sand. It kept giving away beneath my feet, slowing me down and making my legs burn with effort.
Heavy stomping came behind me, getting closer at an alarming rate. It sounded like an angry rhino barreling towards me. My heart throbbed in my chest, pumping madly in fear. I wasn’t getting away. That was clear. The ogre was going to rip me in two and not in the way I wanted.
I jumped into the forest, leaving the unprotected beach behind for the cover of trees. Not that it was going to help me much. Getting out of this alive was slim to none but I had something to live for. I hadn’t fucked a damn monster yet and this dumb ogre wasn’t going to ruin my life goal.
A roar shook the earth beneath my feet. I shoved the pistol in my sports bra and began to scramble up a tall palm tree. The tree wiggled as I gripped the bark and shimmied up. It was thin, having grown as tall as it could to reach the sun. Definitely not the ideal tree to climb.
The rage-fueled ogre barreled into the tree. The trunk bent towards the ground without breaking then snapped back up violently. Suddenly, I was catapulted through the sky.
“Fuck!” I barked as I flew through the air a good thirty feet away, landing as soft as I could in a roll. I finished the roll up onto my feet and looked up at the ogre. He glared at me with deep red eyes. My hand dove in my bra and I tugged out the gun. The beast looked momentarily stunned, halting his step towards me as he stared at my chest in surprise.
I snorted. Hadn’t he ever seen breasts before? Hell, maybe he hadn’t. I lifted the gun and his eyes snapped to it. As I started to squeeze the trigger, the ogre’s eyes shifted behind me and widened. I felt the hairs rise on the back of my neck and dropped flat to the ground, rolling just as a massive sharp appendage dug into the ground beside me.
My mouth dropped open and I looked up to see a spider with a woman’s face attached to the front. I weighed whether I wanted to fuck her or not. She blinked eight black eyes at me and hissed, lifting another one of her eight legs to spear me with.
Okay, guess she was off the menu too. Why was it so difficult to find a monster to fuck? You’d think they’d be hard up for it.
