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He tilts his head. “Please what?”

“I-I want to go home,” I whisper, broken.

He laughs—a low rasp that doesn’t sound human anymore. “This is home now, baby,” he tells me, like it isn’t the most psychotic thing he’s ever said. “You were afraid of losing me, huh? Now you don’t need to worry about that. You’re stuck here. With me. Forever.”

His hands, still gloved, roam down my body—slow and greedy. They squeeze my breasts hard, smearing blood across my skin, making me gasp. He drags his palms over my belly, down to my hips, gripping like he owns me. Then, lower still.

He exhales heavily through the mask as his leather-clad fingers brush between my legs. “Your swollen little pussy is so wet and ready.”

I hate him.

I fucking hate him.

But my body doesn’t care.

It’s betraying me in the filthiest way—squirming beneath him, clenching around nothing, slick and needy, aching for the very monster holding me down. My thighs twitch, nipples stiff and throbbing, breath catching in my throat like I’m about to cry or cum or both.

I hear his zipper opening again, then I feel his hard cock pressing between my legs—hot and heavy and slick with precum.

Ghost grips my thighs hard, his fingers bruising as they dig in, spreading me open like a feast. He folds my knees to my chest with no effort, completely exposing me, pinning me to the dirt with my hips lifted high. I’m wide open. Helpless. Every vulnerable inch on display.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice husky with satisfaction. “All spread out for me. Perfect little fucktoy.”

The pet name stings, makes me burn with shame. But my body writhes below him, mindless, aching for him.

Then he slams his hips forward, a brutal snap of flesh against flesh. My body jolts with the impact, air torn from my lungs, and I choke on a cry—too overwhelmed to even scream.

He drives into me like a weapon—thick, merciless, tearing through the tight walls. I feel every inch force its way inside, too big, too rough, stretching me wide around him. It’s too much—too fucking much—and yet I can’t stop the way my back arches, the way my pussy sucks him in deeper.

I try to twist away, instinct screaming—but Ghost pins me like prey, his weight locking me in place, grinding deeper with a hungry groan like he wants to crawl inside and never leave.

“You feel that, Bunny?” His voice is low, gravelly, something almost inhuman creeping into his tone. “So tight, so wet… Even when you hate me, your cunt still begs for me.”

I whimper, eyes squeezed shut, nails digging into the dirt.

He’s too deep. Too brutal. Every stroke burns and pulses as his piercings drag across every nerve ending in my body.

I try to arch away, but his grip on the back of my thighs clamps down harder.

He leans over me. “You fucking love this,” he pants, voice shaking. “Being forced. Being used. Being owned .”

I shake my head. Tears streak hot down my cheeks. But my cunt is drenched, clenching down on him a sick pulse of pleasure I didn’t ask for. Begging for more with every shameful squeeze.

He feels it—and he laughs, breathless, cruel, triumphant.

“Eyes open,” he orders. “Look at them.”

I don’t want to. I can still feel them—lurking, shifting, watching. They are breathing heavily like wild dogs just held back by an invisible leash, humping away the air.

He squeezes my jaw in an iron grip and turns my head toward the shadows. “I said—look.”

My lashes flutter open, my vision swimming. But I see them in the dark—huge, hunched figures. They’re so much closer now. Half in shadow, half in moonlight. Not human. Not even trying to pretend. And their noises are the worst…

My lungs clench. And my blood turns to ice.

They don’t just want to see me ruined. They want to join in.

Ghost groans loudly as he slams into me harder, making me shudder. My scream bursts free—raw and choked.

It’s too much. Terror. Pain. Pleasure.

All of it rolls through me in waves I can’t make sense of. My body betrays me, overwhelmed by sensation, and guilt floods me because of my responses. But I can’t stop. I can feel myself getting tighter, hotter, wetter.

His fingers dig painfully into the soft flesh of my trembling thighs, marking me. Branding me.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” he whispers. “Knowing they are watching you being fucked in front of them. That they all lust after you, dying to take turns and make you their cumslut…”

I whimper, barely able to breathe. My body bucks against him even as my mind screams no.

He’s relentless now, his rhythm grows savage, less man and more beast. He’s not fucking me—he’s claiming me.

His stiff, throbbing cock spears into me over and over, faster, harder, wet slaps filling the forest like thunder.

Pain and pleasure blur into something filthy and electric.

I can’t escape it.

I can’t escape him.

All I can do is feel it—every inch stretching me out, every feral thrust, every monster waiting in the dark, licking their lips and hungrily watching him wreck me.

And still, I can’t stop soaking for him—even as my body trembles in fear, even as the shame eats me alive. My cunt pulses, slick and needy, pleasure coiling tight in my gut like a fuse about to blow.

God, he feels so damn good inside me.

Too good.

Ghost rams into me harder, and his hand clamps around my throat.

I gasp, choking, eyes rolling back as black spots explode behind my eyelids.

“Mine,” he snarls. His fingers squeeze, stealing my breath, my voice, my thoughts. “Say it.”

His cock pounds into me, deeper, faster. My body writhes, caught in that edge between euphoria and obliteration.

The pressure on my throat sharpens as his grip tightens, cutting off sound, cutting off everything. My limbs twitch as stars bloom behind my eyes like a dying supernova.

“Say it, baby,” he commands again, but his voice is somewhat softer… if I didn't know any better, I’d say it’s almost desperate. Like he needs it. Needs me .

I choke, barely able to speak, but my lips part, and I whisper it out like a curse, like a prayer. “I’m yours.”

Ghost groans—a sound torn from his chest, raw and primal—and I cum hard, body locking up, clamping down on his shaft, feeling every barbell pressed up against me.

Pleasure rips through me like lightning.

My back arches. My toes curl. My fingernails rake through the dirt.

And my pussy spasms around his cock, milking him, dragging him with me into the abyss.

He slams in deep one last time and shudders, his hips flush against my ass, as hot, thick release floods into me. I feel it spill inside, filling me to the brim and overflowing, dripping out between our bodies in a wet, obscene mess.

For a split second, everything goes still—just heat, ragged breaths, and the filthy aftermath of ruin.

Then, something moves next to my head. A surprising weight presses against my forearm, firm and padded, yanking me back from the orgasmic haze. My other wrist is intimately tangled… in something soft like a velvet rope.

“Ours,” I hear a low purr above me.

My eyes open in horror.

A mountain lion.

Except, it’s not an animal. Not quite. It stands upright, with a humanoid body, its eyes shine, full of awareness. Its clawed paw is massive, pressing my arm into the dirt. Its long, furry tail wraps around my wrist, restraining my other arm.

And holy shit, it has a cock.

Barbed. Thick. Emerging from its sheath, dripping precum from a pointed tip. The scent hits me—raw, musky, alien.

I struggle, being held down, but there’s more movement around me. And suddenly, I’m surrounded by more creatures, all breathing heavily and drooling, half-human, half-beast. A wolf. A bear. And… a bison?

My scream doesn’t even make it out of my mouth before the world goes black.