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I follow behind and watch as Branson brings him through the woods until he seems satisfied and has the man sit at the trunk of a tree. The man sits back as Branson steps away, pulling his shirt over his head. His scars glow brighter in the moonlight, and though its cold and his skin pebbles immediately, he only flexes and cracks his neck before turning back to the man.

“P-please, I didn’t mean—”

A fist comes out and stops the man’s lies. It only takes a few hits before the man stops trying to speak, his only sounds turning to gargled sobs. The man’s lies and pleading continue, but we all know I’m hardly the first he has approached. Certainly the last, though.

Branson stands and turns to me. In the darkness his eyes look black. Blood is splattered on his bare chest and face. A single step is all it takes before he’s in front of me, his hand coming out to grasp my chin. I feel wetness at his touch and I’m sure blood is smeared everywhere, but it only turns me on. I lean my face up to his and he moves forward, chuckling, but doesn’t give me what I want.

My breath quickens as I watch Branson lose control, pulling the knife out as he approaches the man. I don’t offer help when the man begins to scramble away—or tries to, anyway. Branson stalks him, like the glorious creature of night he is, and tugs the man back, stabbing his leg to keep him in place.

I don’t think about it when I lean back against a tree to watch, my hand falling between my legs. My eyes stay open as I rub slow circles through the thin fabric of my panties, reveling in watching my man in his glory. A moan leaves my throat and Branson’s head whips around and catches sight of me. His eyes fall to my hand and his own lips part. Biting my lip, I lift up the dress to give him a better view, letting my hand slide inside the thin fabric. This time my eyes close and I let myself get carried away in pleasure, the pained moans echoing through the air only lifting me higher.

I hear a strangled sound followed by the unmistakable sound of a blade sinking into flesh. My eyes open and I watch as Branson finishes it, throwing down the knife and striding straight up to me.

My leg wraps around him as his lips find mine, his hardness pressing into the spot my fingers only just left. I groan and rub against him, savoring the feel of him around me.

He pulls back long enough to reach down and tear my panties in two, the flimsy fabric easily giving way to him. I didn’t even see him pull his dick out, but he impales me effortlessly.

“Oooh!” I cry out as he plunges in and I wrap myself around him, my back against the rough bark of the tree. Blood and sweat cover us both, and it’s all I can do to hold on as he fucks me without mercy. I can feel my back and ass being scratched raw, pushing me to that perfect point of pain and pleasure with each stroke.

Reaching up, I grab a low branch, trying to hold tight while he grabs my hips and lights explode behind my eyes. We scream out together into the night, wrapped in each other, wrapped in darkness.