As usual, the hunter doesn’t reply. He lowers himself to his knees and leans forward until I’m on my back on the forest floor with his great bulk covering me. His teeth brush my shoulder. His fingers find my nipple and tug it until I let out a moan, and a hot rush of desire shoots through my clit.
Looks like he’s not done yet.
SEVEN
The Hunter King
Ruttingthis exquisite little female is without a doubt my new favorite thing. Maybe my favorite thing ever. The way her eyes widen with a mixture of shock and desire when I push my cock inside her slick, tight little hole—I can’t get enough of that look. The sounds she makes when I pleasure her, hurt her, kiss her… the taste of her sweet honey musk on my tongue…
I’m addicted.
I never intended to fuck her in the lake but her sudden pang of lust went straight through me and I couldn’t help myself. Somehow, I can tell when she is aroused. I can sense it. Smell it. Taste it.
All my life, I’ve fought and scrapped for what I want. But now Haley is here, a gift from Ulf. Like a ripe fruit heavy on the bough, bending until it hangs in front of my face. Perfect and sweet, easily plucked.
All mine.
I cradle her as we lie on the thick carpet of pungent herbs by the riverbank, joined by my knot. I should be spent, sated, allowing her to rest against me and catch her breath—instead, I’m still burning for her.
I want more.
Her tits are plump, round, they fill my palms with a lush, ripe springiness. I nibble one of her nipples, rolling my tongue around it, feeling myself jerk inside her with every breathy moan she emits. My fingers are pinching the taut bud which crowns her other breast. When I pull and twist it, she cries out and gushes on my cock.
My little lysia flower seems to enjoy pain.
This gives me an idea.
My knot is now soft enough that I can withdraw from her, so I do. Then I lift her gently to her feet.
“What are you doing?” she says. Her voice is breathless. “We need to go back in and—”
I kiss her, cutting off her words and forcing her backwards until she’s standing up against a nearby cex tree. Its vines are soft and supple, but inordinately strong.
Haley doesn’t resist when I turn her to face the trunk, then take her hands and lift them above her head, placing them against the smooth bark of the cex. The vines slide across, circling her wrists, holding her fast.
I cannot recall how old I was when I learned I could call the vines to me, nor did I ever discover how I came to possess this power. In the palace, I even forget I have it. Only when I’m in the forest do I feel the force and energy of the land. I rarely use this power these days, but in this instance, it’s proving useful.
“Wait!” she cries. “What are you doing? What’s with these vines?”
“Shhh,” I tell her. I’m concentrating, telling the tree what I want. I nudge her bare feet further apart with my foot, gratified when more vines encircle her ankles. She is now naked and splayed out, unable to escape, giving me the opportunity to learn her and explore her reactions to my heart’s content.
“Hey!” she cries again. “What’s happening?” There’s fear and anger in her—I can sense it, so I slide my hand between her spread thighs.
I’m immediately rewarded with a gasp of pleasure and a gush of slick into my palm. Using it for lubrication, I grind the heel of my hand against her pussy, marveling at how the stiff pebble of her clit contrasts with her soft, swollen lips.
“Fuck,” she whispers, and my cock—rigid again—jerks at the thought of what I’m about to do.
With slow, steady movements, I bring her to the brink of climax. Then I remove my hand from her slippery sex and slap her bare ass, hard. The sound echoes off the trees, and she lets out a garbled cry.
Rubbing the handprint which is appearing on her smooth skin, I watch and listen carefully. I sense trepidation in the Omega, and a little ache, but also pleasure. Desire. She wants more.
I slap her again.
Then again.
Brokk once mentioned how he enjoyed doing this to females, and I’m beginning to understand why. The sounds my little flower makes every time I spank her are not unlike the ones she makes when I’m pleasuring her. Her plump ass is turning a beautiful shade of pink, and I’m filled with a sense of pride and ownership at the sight of my marks on her.
Reaching around with my free hand, I cup her bare cunt once more, using my hold to push her hips back while I continue to spank her.
