Page 25 of Hunted By Them

“Fuck me, please fuck me.”

I felt him smile against my skin and pictured the look on his face despite never knowing what he looked like. It was necessary to know he was smirking. The all-knowing, pleased-with-himself smile.

“Such a good fucking girl, Sweet Daisy.”

The object was smooth to start, but then there were hard ridges. It didn’t hurt, but I trembled from the extra sensation. He pulled it out to tease me once more.

“Did you like that?”

“Yes,” I breathed, arching myself up off the ground.

He moved the toy faster, while sucking my clit harder. I gasped and jerked as the object rubbed all the right places.

“Grab your knees and hold them open. I want you spread wide for me,” Elk ordered.

Quick to obey, I grabbed them and moaned as he worked me over.

“I’m coming.”

Once more, I was overcome with the rush of a release that had me seeing stars. I’d lost count of my orgasms at this point.

“Mmm, you really are sweet, Sweet Daisy. Here, try for yourself.”

Elk touched my lips with the toy.

My mouth opened for him, and he slid it over my tongue. I tasted myself for the first time. The toy wasn’t as long or thick as they were, but the deep ridges were just right.

“Do you know what this is?”

I shook my head as I sucked it clean.

“This is an antler from one of the biggest bucks that ever walked this forest. You were literally just fucked by a buck’s bone…or is that boner?”

“That was a terrible dad joke,” Caribou cackled from across the cave, making me smile.

“Fuck off…tell me, Sweet Daisy, how does it feel to know you had part of an animal inside you, making you come?”

He slowly pulled the antler free of my mouth.

“I thought the three of you were part animal,” I said, smirking.

He laughed, the sound loud and booming, echoed off the walls.

“That was actually funny. I like you, Sweet Daisy. Now roll over, I’m going to take you like one,” he growled.

Day Four: Maybe.

I woke to warmth. The fur thrown over me, the heat of the fire warming my body that was still trembling from the last time they fucked me. My blindfold was still in place, but I heard birds calling faintly outside. It was definitely morning.

A hand smoothed the hair back from my damp forehead. Another traced my mouth with a fingertip until I opened for him instinctively.

“Obedient,” Buck growled. “So sexy.”

Maybe I should have fought, but the compulsion wasn’t there. Instead, I leaned into him, my lips quivering around a touch that was never gentle for long.

“Hungry…our Sweet Daisy is famished for hard cock,” he whispered darkly. “We’ll make sure you never forget how it feels to be fed. Given exactly what you need, when you need it, and to always feel desired.”

“Am I…desirable?”