She whimpers, her forehead pressing against the rough bark of the tree. I reach around, sliding my fingers between her legs to find her dripping. Soaked. Her cunt weeps with need even as she pretends resistance.
“Look at this,” I growl, bringing my glistening fingers before her face. “You’re making a fucking mess of the forest floor. All while telling me to stop.”
Her only response is a broken moan as I start moving in earnest, claiming her virgin ass with deep, measured strokes. The tight channel grips me like a vise, threatening to end this too soon.
“Say it again,” I demand, yanking her head back by her hair. “Tell me how you don’t want this while your body begs for more.”
“Stop,” she whispers unconvincingly, her hips pushing back to meet my next thrust.
I laugh, the sound distorted through my mask. My pace increases, driving into her with animal intensity. Her body yields to me completely now, accepting each savage thrust as I stake my claim on this final piece of her.
“Your first time,” I grunt, “being fucked in the ass, and it’s against a tree in the forest. Like the animals we are.”
Her only response is a sob of pleasure as my fingers find herclit, circling roughly in time with my thrusts. Her juices coat my hand as her body trembles on the edge.
“Mine,” I snarl, feeling her tighten around me. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
I slide my fingers into her cunt, feeling the slick heat of her cunt while my cock stretches her ass. The sensation is fucking magnificent, feeling my own hard length through the thin barrier of flesh separating her holes.
“Feel that?” I growl against her ear, curling my fingers inside her pussy while keeping my cock buried deep in her ass. “I can feel myself inside you. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
Her body trembles, caught between my invading digits and my relentless cock. I work my fingers deeper, pressing against that thin wall, stroking my own cock through her internal tissues. The dual sensation makes her cry out, a broken sound of surrender.
“That’s it,” I snarl, pistoning my hips harder while my fingers match the rhythm. “Take it all. Both holes filled with me.”
The pressure builds as I fuck into her with savage intensity. My thumb finds her clit, circling roughly as my fingers curl inside her, seeking that spot that will break her completely.
“You’re going to come for me,” I command, feeling her inner walls fluttering around my fingers. “All over my hand. Now.”
Her body tenses, her ass gripping my cock in tight pulses as she screams. Warm liquid gushes over my hand, soaking my wrist as she squirts her release. The flood of her juices drips down her thighs, proof of her surrender.
“Fucking beautiful,” I groan, the sight of her complete surrender pushing me over the edge. My rhythm falters asmy own orgasm builds. “Taking my cock in your virgin ass while you drench my hand with your cum.”
I drive deep one final time, emptying myself inside her with a primal roar. Hot spurts fill her ass as I mark her from the inside, claiming this last part of her as mine.
When the last aftershock subsides, I slowly withdraw, spinning her around to face me. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure and exertion. I raise my soaked hand to her face.
“Clean it,” I order, pressing my fingers against her lips. “Taste yourself.”
Her tongue darts out, tentatively at first, then with growing hunger as she licks her own arousal from my fingers and palm. I watch her pink tongue work between each digit, collecting every drop of her release.
Her eyes never leave mine. Even now, after everything, there’s defiance there—but something else too. Submission. Acceptance.
“Good girl,” I murmur, the words distorted behind my mask. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”
She shudders at the praise, her body responding even as conflict flashes across her face. I remove the mask, wanting her to see my expression.
“You ran,” I tell her, cupping her face with one hand, my thumb tracing her swollen bottom lip. “But you were never running away. You were running toward this. Toward what we both know you need.”
Her breath hitches. A single tear tracks down her cheek, but she doesn’t contradict me.
“My good girl,” I continue. “So perfect when you surrender. When you stop pretending.”
I help her stand upright, her legs trembling from exertion and release. The forest is silent around us, save for her uneven breathing. Moonlight filters throughthe branches, illuminating her naked torso, the marks from the tree bark creating abstract patterns across her pale skin.
“You’re mine now,” I tell her, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Not just your body. All of you. Your darkness. Your art. Your fucking soul.”
I gather her against me, feeling her heart hammering against my chest.
