Ignoring me, he turns and starts striding. My face is squished against his chest so I can’t see where we’re going. All I can do is wait until, a few moments later, he shifts me again, setting me down on cool grass. We’re back on the river bank.
The humid heat settles over me like a damp blanket. Glancing up, I see three suns.
Wait.Three?
Why not? There were five moons last night, after all… if things are going to be weird, they may as well go all out, right?
Shaking my head, pushing all those thoughts away, I examine the sparkling lake. It’s a stunning turquoise color, so much prettier and more inviting than the murky depths I contended with last night. I can’t wait to get in. I’m covered in the hunter’s cum—and my own.
As if he can sense me thinking about him, he takes my hand and pulls me down the shore toward the water’s edge. It’s cool but not too bad. His fingers on my palm feel searingly hot by comparison, and I give a little shiver.
Side by side, we walk into the lake, until the water has reached my waist. The hunter pulls me towards him and begins to splash me. “Hey!” I protest, laughing, though it doesn’t feel bad.
He frowns, as if considering something for a moment, before pulling me to him and dunking me down until I’m in up to my neck. He glides his hands over my shoulders and digs his fingers into my hair to scrub my scalp. He’s washing me.
It’s kind of sweet.
His skin is a richer green by day, glistening like the surface of an emerald. I stare at him, enjoying the soothing sensation of being washed gently and the chance to ogle him freely. His hair looked black. It’s not. It’s the dark, rich green of pine trees at dusk. The markings swirling across his skin like tattoos are a pale bronze, mirroring the copper flecks in his hypnotic eyes.
Get a grip,I scold myself.Remember where you are. Remember what he did to you.
Oh, god, yes. What he did to me. The way he lapped at my clit like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. The rush of desire which shoots through my groin makes me gasp aloud, and his fingers tighten on my body. Did he feel it too?
No way. That’s not even possible.
Looking up—god, he must be almost seven feet tall—I meet his eyes and they’re dark with the same hungry lust I feel. Pulling me towards him, he lifts me effortlessly, holds my thighs painfully wide apart, and lowers me directly onto his hugely erect cock.
Even though there was no foreplay and we’re in water, my sex is somehow slick enough for him to enter me, and I cry out at the burning pleasure as he stretches me to the point where I’m not sure I can take it.
It hurts so good.
His hands slide round to cup my ass, and his mouth crushes mine as I wrap my legs around his waist, his musky, delicious maple syrup bacon flavor exploding in my senses.
He begins to rock his hips slowly, bouncing me on his cock, my rigid clit being dragged relentlessly over his groin.
“Fuck,” I manage, but it’s muffled against his lips. His fingers are digging into my buttocks and the pain somehow only enhances the pleasure. I’m so close but I need it faster. I need something to tip me over the edge. “Please,” I whimper.
His sudden growl is all it takes. I come, screaming, my pussy snatching greedily at his still pistoning cock. My arms are wrapped around his neck and my fingers are tangled in his thick hair as he drinks down my moans.
If he’s noticed I’m coming, he doesn’t show it. He just keeps on fucking me, kissing me, right through my orgasm, and straight on toward the next.
I’m on fire, my every nerve ending is ablaze. My clit is thumping, my legs are shaking. Just as well he’s holding me up. Nothing has ever felt so good as what he does to me, and I somehow can’t get enough of it.
One of his massive paws slides slowly up my back and then cups my nape, pinning my head in place as his tongue strokes mine in the lushest way. He’s still growling, a deep rumble that vibrates through me.
There’s a sharp, searing pain between my legs as I’m stretched even wider around him. I squeal at the burn but he simply starts to fuck me faster, harder, driving me relentlessly to another peak.
He’s so big and thick that he’s hitting all the sweet spots inside me, and when he tears his mouth from mine, his growl turns into a roar, and his cock jerks hard, I come again. My orgasm is so intense, I see stars.
He’s coming too, I can feel him pumping what feels like gallons of hot cum deep into my fluttering pussy, prolonging my climax with every spurt.
I do the only thing I can do: cling to him and whimper as he wrings every last ounce of pleasure from my shuddering body.
Then I’m falling. The hunter is simply bending his legs, dunking us both in the water before straightening up and striding up the riverbank.
I’m clinging to him. He’s carrying me. We’re fused together by his knot.
“We haven’t finished washing,” I say, “we need to go back in.”
