“You’re not!” she gasped, taking in this interloper. Why, it must be one of their guests, a friend from the Bucks. But she’d set out to find Frederick, not revel with a group of men!
Marianne raced off in the other direction, hearing branches snap behind her as the Buck gave chase.
Her heart beat faster, fear and arousal flooding her system and giving her legs a stamina she’d imagined impossible.
Up ahead, she thought she saw another set of antlers. But now she was wary, skittish.
“Frederick!” she cried.
The mask swung up, focusing on her terrified face and stilling until the intensity of the gaze from those darkened eyeholes sent her fleeing deeper into the forest. Frederick wouldn’t be so quiet. He’d signal that he was within; she knew he would!
Further and further, she fled, stumbling over low branches and tearing the hem of her dress as it tangled on brambles. At one harrowing moment, a trailing ribbon caught on a tree, and the bodice of her dress tore as she yanked herself free. With one hand covering her chest and skirts in the other, she minced forward into the darkness.
***
Within the darkest part of the park, he awaited her, his beautiful bride.
She was lovely as she sought to maintain a dignified hold on her gown, unaware that it was designed to shred at the slightest tug. Regardless of how carefully she moved, she would eventually expose herself to him.
He stood overlooking her struggle through the trees, his mask already on but his nude body exposed to the chill of the night. Heneeded to be ready to take her. To mount her. To fuck his little fox into submission and leave her dripping with his seed.
It was no mistake that the Grand Bucks wore stag masks; there was something within each of them that called back to an animalistic past. A time when the chase was the only mating dance before a rough and thorough consummation. A claiming.
Frederick stroked his cock, heavy and hot despite the spring weather, and rubbed the slick fluid leaking from his slit over his shaft. He needed to get ready for her.
If he knew his Marianne, she’d be wet from her flight into the forest. But she was still so small and inexperienced, while he was considered quite large. He must claim his bride roughly while not harming her.
Frederick saw her approach. She tripped, and her hand fell away from her bodice, revealing the curve of one naked breast. She’d followed his orders and left off her bustle and corset tonight. He’d make quick work of unwrapping his prize and freeing her body.
He’d set her free. She was so close. With just a few more steps, she would be under his control.
***
At a clearing, Marianne paused. The light from the torches had long ceased to illuminate the forest, and she was terrified of walking too far and ending up lost.
What would happen if she wandered outside of the bounds of their game and Frederick and his friends needed to find clothing, their servants, and his hunting dogs to track her down? Meanwhile, she’d be shivering, various kinds of wet, and fearful all the while.
She laughed, imagining her shock if she was expecting a rough claiming by her husband — only to be set upon by a worried footman charged with finding the new duchess.
And then she heard a snap that made her skin crawl. A crack, as if a branch had broken under someone’s foot.
Another.
“Frederick?” she called into the dark, terrified of their game and simultaneously aroused.
Marianne spun about, looking for the source of the noise. At first, she saw nothing, just darkness. She wondered if she’d suddenly gone blind.
And then her eyes adjusted and heartbeats slowed. From across the clearing, a man advanced on her. A man wearing naught but a stag mask.
“You should really wear boots here,” she said to him, trying for a light and playful tone but speaking with a wobble in her voice.
He said nothing, merely came forward as if an automaton set on a course for her.
“The weather is quite pleasant for spring,” she said, trailing off when he was steps away. She could see his body, large and firm, and his cock hanging between his legs. The antlers of his mask seemed to blend in with the treetops as if he, too, was an oak, destined to remain in this park forever.
Despite her fear, Marianne stayed still. She needed to know something before their game could begin.
“Are you my lord husband?” she asked in a whisper, searching the mask for signs Frederick was inside.
