Page 17 of Stream & Scream

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Jaxen

Saturday night.

T hey always think the rocks will save them.

That if they just keep climbing a magical exit will appear, like the world owes them a way out.

Idiots.

The only thing waiting at the top is me.

Night vision glows soft green across the world, and there, a blur of a sprint, is her.

Liv .

My little clickbait.

She’s fast when she wants to be. Legs kicking up leaves and breath punching from her lungs.

I could've taken her already. Had my cock inside her while she cried and begged and bit down moans. But that would've been mercy. And I don’t deal in mercy.

I deal in hunger.

She slips on moss, catching herself against a boulder and whipping her head around—eyes wide, lips parted, her skin streaked with sweat and forest grime.

“Fuck,” she gasps, voice pained.

And there it is.

That crack. That tiny fracture in her defiance.

She knows she’s not getting away tonight.

I step forward, stalking toward her slowly. I want her to see me coming. I want her to feel it in her bones when I make her scream .

“You run like you want to be caught,” I say, voice throaty, the modulator in my mask warping it into something inhuman. “Tell me, Olivia. Is this foreplay to you?”

She swallows hard, chin lifting. Still fighting. Still spitting sparks even with her back to the rocks.

“Go fuck yourself.”

I grin beneath my helmet. “Maybe later. Right now? I think I’d rather fuck you.”

She doesn’t wait for me to say more before she takes off again, putting as much distance between us as her trembling legs can bear.

Good girl.

She dives into the left clearing, feet barely catching ground. She doesn’t know I rerouted every feed to follow this chase. Doesn’t know she’s the only channel that matters tonight.

My boots tear through the brush behind her. I let her get a head start—ten seconds. Long enough for her to believe she has a shot. Long enough for me to get hard all over again from the sound of her frantic breathing.

Leaves crunch beneath my feet as they pound against the forest floor. This time I’m not quiet. I want her heart to pound harder at the sound of each of my steps.

I’m there before she can turn back to see me.

I lunge.

She yelps as I grab her arm and spin her, her momentum slamming her back into a moss-covered boulder.

Her breath rips out in a grunt, chest heaving as she tries to recover.

I press in before she can, my hand sliding up to clamp around her throat, thumb pressing just enough to make her swallow.

My other hand fists into her hair, then smooths it down in a slow, deliberate pat like I’m fixing her up for the cameras.

“Shhh,” I murmur, voice buzzing against her ear, low and cruel. “Scream if you want, baby. No one’s coming.”

She kicks, body jerking, but I wedge a boot between her legs and pin her thigh up against the rock, locking her in place. Her pulse pounds hard under my palm. Her eyes—God, her fucking eyes, are wide, wet, furious, terrified. Perfect.

“Did you think you were special?” I whisper. “Think the rules don’t apply to you?”

Her lips tremble against my glove.

“I could’ve killed you a hundred times over. Slit your throat while you slept. Shot you in the back of the head when you were tying your laces. But I didn’t. Do you know why?”

She glares, almost like she’s daring me to continue. There’s a challenge in her eyes.

“Because I want you like this,” I growl. “Out of breath. Half-wild, and all fucking mine.”

I immediately grab her jaw, squeezing until her lips part.

“Say it.”

“Go to hell,” she snarls.

I chuckle. “Already been there, sweetheart.”

My hand drops between her thighs, and she writhes beneath my touch.

“No—don’t?—”

I chuckle, low and cruel. “No? Then stop me, clickbait. Go on. You could fight. You wouldn’t win, but you could try. Truth is, you wanted me to catch you. You fucking wanted this. You begged for the views, now you’re gonna moan like the little slut while I use you like content.”

“Fuck… you,” she breathes, raw.

“You will.” I shove her knee higher, forcing her open until the seam of her tracksuit strains tight. My hand slides down, slipping beneath the waistband like I own it, fingers pushing past fabric until I’m pressed against the heat of her panties. They’re soaked.

“You don’t want it, huh? What’s this then?” I rasp, dragging two fingers slow and hard along the damp crotch, grinding the fabric into her folds. “You’re pretty little mouth is telling me no, but your cunt’s begging to be filled.”

She arches into me, thighs quivering, her body betraying her mouth with every hungry grind against my hand.

“I bet every feed’s catching this right now.” I yank her wrist-cam and tilt it down to where my hand is buried between her thighs. “You signed up to get more views, didn’t you? What better way to get them than letting everyone see how fucking pretty you look when you cum for me?”

Her sob cracks the dark, sharp and helpless.

“You’re gonna be famous, baby,” I purr. “Not for your witty banter or your fake tears. No. You’ll be famous for the way you moaned for The Hunter while he fucked you up against a fucking rock.”

She swings at me, wild and uncontrolled.

I release her throat and catch her wrist mid-air, forcing it above her head. With one hand I hold her there, while the other pulls free from her tracksuit, slick with her arousal. I reach into my belt pouch and pull out a black zip tie.

“You just lost the privilege of fighting back, clickbait.”

The tie bites closed around her wrists, binding them together above her head, plastic digging into her skin. I loop the strap over a jagged edge in the rock, jerking it tight until she’s stretched, chest heaving, arms locked uselessly above her.

Now she’s pinned. Helpless. On display.

“Perfect,” I sneer, stepping back half a pace to take her in. “I know they’ll love watching you like this.”

I shove my hand back down, tugging at her waistband. The tracksuit peels off her hips in one swift yank, panties dragged with it. I tug her leg free, leaving the other tangled, seeing how she likes the half-dressed mess of it.

Only then do I undo my belt and shove my pants low, cock springing into the night air—steel-hard, Jacob’s Ladder glinting in the moonlight.

Her eyes go wide. Viewers might see fear, but I see a hunger equal to my own. She craves this cock.

“Yeah,” I murmur, dragging the head along her bare folds, spreading her wetness over my metal. “I bet you’ve never had a cock like this. Just for you, clickbait.”

She whimpers.

“You want me to stop?” I growl.

Silence.

“You want me to fuck you?”

Still silent. She wants me.

I grab her thigh, hitching her leg higher, and drive my cockhead inside her. She’s fucking soaked.

Her pussy tells the truth. She wants this as much as I do.

It grips me on the first thrust like it’s been waiting.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan, pushing inside her inch by inch. “Tight little liar. Your cunt is needy for me.”

Her lip bleeds where she bites it to stay quiet.

Doesn’t matter. I slam into her again. And again.

The rock scrapes her back raw. Her wrists strain uselessly against the ties.

Her cam flickers red, catching everything.

And still she arches into me. Every thrust she lifts to meet it.

Every grind, her cunt grips like she’d die if I stopped.

Good. Let the whole fucking show see what she’s really here for.

“Smile for the fans, baby,” I sneer, pounding her harder. “They’ll eat you up.”

The sound is obscene—skin slapping, breath hitching, muffled whines. I fuck her like I’m carving my name inside her. My piercing hits that perfect spot over and over, making her jerk, gasp, break.

“You like that, huh?” I slam in harder. “You like my cock? Say it.”

There’s a half whimper, half moan that escapes her lips.

I twist my hips, press my fingers to her clit, and thrust even deeper.

“F-Fuck,” she whimpers.

“There it is.” I reply, panting. “Knew you’d come around.”

Her body betrays her. Her cunt clenches hard, her legs shake, her moan slips out loud and desperate, and so fucking needy. It echoes through the trees around us.

I don’t stop. I fuck her through it. Harder. Rougher. My cock throbs, balls tight, body coiled.

Her wrists rattle against the ties, plastic biting into her skin, but she doesn’t get free. Her thighs quake, her breath stutters, her whole body giving me the performance I wanted. She comes undone, shuddering around me as she finds her release.

I lean down, lips pressed close to her ear. “That’s one,” I snarl. “You’ve got another in you. And I’m not fucking done.”

I wrench her sideways, spin her around, and slam her chest-first against the boulder. Her bound arms scrape along the rock as I pin her there, her cheek mashed to the stone. I kick her legs apart and drive into her from behind, metal bars of my piercing grinding against her with every stroke.

She screams out in pleasure, the sound muffled against the rock.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Let them hear you. Let every fucking viewer watching, know what you sound like when I break you.”

I adjust her wrist-cam again, angling it down so it catches the brutal piston of my hips, the mess of her thighs, the slick shine running down her legs.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” I rasp, voice jagged. “This tight little cunt is begging. Every squeeze says you’ve been waiting for me to wreck you like this.”

Her body writhes against the rock, wrists straining, back arching.

She can’t stop. Her pussy betrays her all over again, clamping down around me, pulsing, spasming as if she’s desperate to milk me dry.

She chokes on a moan, tries to bite it back, then shatters, screaming against the stone, convulsing hard, thighs trembling, wrists yanking helplessly against the plastic binding her while I pound her mercilessly through it.

Her sobs rip raw from her chest, guttural, broken. She collapses against the rock, legs shaking so badly she’s barely holding herself up. And still, her cunt clenches, dragging me deeper, milking more from me with every desperate spasm.

Her eyes flutter half-shut. She’s breathing hard.

“I’m The Hunter,” I sneer, voice low and cruel, “and nothing survives me, not even you, clickbait.”

The words rip from me as my rhythm falters, cock throbbing, balls tightening. I groan, spilling inside her in hot, messy pulses. Cum floods out, sliding down her inner thighs, streaking the dirt beneath her.

Her wrists go slack, arms dropping.

She blinks slowly, stunned, her chest rising in shaky jolts. I pull out of her with a grunt, tuck myself back into my pants, then lift two fingers still wet from her slick and my cum. I lean in and smear it across her lips, painting her mouth, watching her eyes flare wide.

I reach to my belt, draw out my blade, and cut through the plastic binding her wrists. The zip tie snaps, and she collapses to the ground in a heap. Her arms fall limp at her sides, red welts biting into her skin.

I crouch low enough that my helmet shadow falls over her face. “Get up, Olivia,” I rasp. “And start running.”

Her chest heaves, eyes wide and pupils blown. “You’re… not going to kill me?”

I tilt my head, grin curling beneath the mask. “Kill you? I’m not done playing.”

I rise and recede into the trees, leaving her breathless on the ground, thoroughly fucked and leaking with proof of me.

“Go,” I repeat, voice a growl in the dark. “Because when I catch you again, I’m not gonna let you off so easy.”

She scrambles to her feet, pulling her pants up with her as she bolts into the forest.

I watch her vanish into the shadows. There’s no need to chase her. Not yet.

Because now she knows what she is—my newest obsession.

And this is only the beginning.