Page 54 of Things Get Dark

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Page 54 of Things Get Dark

I try to concentrate, but the pleasure is so intense. My pussy aches from the constant pounding it’s being given, each thrust a wave of sensation that threatens to topple me over the edge and send me spiralling into bliss.

“I’m coming,” the owl gasps. His hands are on my hips, digging into my flesh, his grip powerful and possessive. Then he stills, his cock jerking deep inside me as he finds his release.

When he pulls out, it’s only the goshawk’s grip on me that prevents me from falling. I’m so tired, too exhausted to do anything but kneel there and wait for whatever comes next.

“One, little hare. Only one more hunter left to serve.”

“And then you’ll let me go?” I ask in a tired, almost reluctant voice.

They laugh but don’t answer. My legs feel like jelly, and my arms are cramping but I don’t move. There’s one more left. One more predator to please, then surely they’ll let me go?

“Well, little hare?” the wolf-man says softly. “What now?”

I lick my lips and sit back on my heels. “Please,” I say, and the mixed cum of the fox and the owl trickles down my thighs. “Please, sir. I want you.”

He cocks his head and looks at me, his eyes sharp and piercing. I can’t look away. “Show me what you want. Show me how much you want me.”

I whimper as the goshawk releases me. My legs shake as I crawl towards the wolf. I can see by the hunger in his eyes that it’s the wolf that has won, and I wonder how I’ll escape this time.

When I reach him, he presses his fingers to my cheek and I lick his thumb, tasting his sweat. I turn and nuzzle against the wolf’sbelly, and my tongue flicks out, lapping at his thick cock. It’ll never fit in my mouth, but I’m going to fucking try.

My hand wraps around him, my fingers not even close to reaching my thumb, and I stroke his hard length. The thought of it filling my tight pussy makes my mouth water. I lap at him, making my tongue soft and wet as I slide it back and forth over the head of his enormous cock, stroking him to make up for not being able to take him as deeply as the others.

“You’re so big.” I look up at him as he strokes my face. “I want you inside me so bad. Fuck me like you mean it.”

He growls and leans down to kiss me, his hand on my lower back, urging me into position as he moves to kneel behind me, pressing the head of his cock against my pussy. It’s just too big. I close my eyes and whimper as he pushes in, just a little.

“Fuck. You’re tight, little hare,” he groans as he presses further into me, tearing me open and working his cock in deeper. “Thought the others would have loosened you up a little for me, but no…”

He takes me in deep, filling me, and I cry out as he thrusts, his hand on my back holding me still, keeping me still for his cock. I’m so full of him that I can’t think, but I’m so close, so damned close.

He slides out and then fills me again, fucking me hard and fast. He’s not like the others, not remotely careful or gentle. He holds me still, fucks me like I’m not even there, not a willing participant, just a vessel for his pleasure.

I moan and cry out, barely able to breathe. The orgasm builds inside me, making my muscles twitch. My pussy burns hot and wet from the wolf’s rough handling, and painful pleasure rises like a tidal wave, threatening to destroy everything in its path.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, and the wolf pushes back inside me, harder than before. He gives a low growl and he stiffens,filling my pussy as he comes. His cum spills out of me, dripping down my thighs and onto the floor.

“Thank you,” I murmur. The wolf pulls out of me and moves aside, and I slump to the floor, spent and exhausted.

“Now, then, little hare,” the goshawk says, kneeling down beside me. “Time for you to catch your breath.”

I nod, the most I can muster. “Then what?” I eventually ask.

When no one answers, I force my eyes open and stare at the five masked men before me. They stare back at me with an insatiable hunger that makes my core clench despite the exhaustion I’m feeling.

“Then you run, little hare. Because we’ve not had our fill of you yet, and Fright Night is still young.”

The End




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