This is pure fantasy, respect women and always follow consent in real life. But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun in imagination land so long as no one is getting hurt. This one has more of a horror element too it I liked playing with and think I'll explore more
Mia adjusted herself on the chair. It kept trying to swallow her into it's musty folds. It smelled like dust and old leather, just like everything else in this vile place. The old oak desk with an embroidered mat fraying at the edges laying on it, the cabinet behind her, the thick carpet that appeared to have not been vacuumed since the 80s, and most of all the mounted boar head staring into her eyes from above the desk.
She hadn't taken it in fully but did so now glancing into the eyes of the murdered creature. They were deep and calming. Staring into the eyes, Mia felt the chair slowly pull her back. Drifting down into the soft embrace as the eyes pulled out all her focus. This beautiful animal killed brutally by the careless hunters. Murdered, but its spirit seemed to flicker deep within those eyes. It wanted her to join it in it's new dwelling.
"Miss Jefferson?"
Mia jerked out of her revery feeling a hand gently shake her shoulder. A thrill of fear at being touched so unexpectedly shivered through her.
"Um, yes?" She managed to get out.
"I'm Kevin Salinger, a senor member of the lodge" He smiled warmly though his eyes slipped over Mia's clothing. "You had an appointment with me?"
Mia adjusted in the chair leaning forward and straightening her shirt and vest sharply, glaring at the man's lingering gaze.
"I'm terribly sorry I'm so late. I hope you had a chance to take in the decor." He gestured at the boar's head.
Mia's eyes followed the gesture instinctively and once again locked eyes with the beast. Her face slackened a moment.
Kevin's eyes meanwhile lavished in the sight of his latest prey. Her build was fit yet soft and she filled out her green vest and black pants very nicely. He looked down at her platform doc martens and grinned wickedly.
Mia's struggled with the eyes of the beast, trying to drag her mind back to herself. She felt her body languish back into the soft cushions and was vaguely aware of Kevin talking.
"I shot that boar in the old forest last year. mounted its head here. It's quite captivating don't you think."
Mia nodded. A thought forming in the calm fog that drifted through her mind.
"Do... do you look at it?" Mia asked
"The decor is more for guests, especially beautiful guests like yourself." Kevin said.
Mia's clouded mind felt a hint of aroused danger but it vanished before the sense could solidify. Her mind wandered. Her muscles gently tensing and releasing deeper into the smooth leather. Kevin's voice began to drone. She felt her purpose in coming here slipping. Had it been to confront the hunters? To threaten legal action? To... to...? Kevin's voice bored into her head. The boar's eyes filling her vision. Emptied and filled.
Kevin spoke for a couple minutes filling the air with polite nothings as Mia fell further and further into the trance of the boar. A wicked grin split Kevin's face as a small dribble of drool crept out of the corner of her mouth. His trap has sprung shut and now it he could seize his prize. He began to speak to Mia's open subconscious.
"You are bored. You are boared. You are boring and boaring. You feel an emptiness. A hole in your core, your center. A craving, crazing need for excitement, for arousal, for sensation. You know the name of the need. You name the need that you know. Mounting, filling, fucking. You are boared and boring. In need of mounting. Tell me. What are you?"
Mia answered eyes a half lidded and voice barely registering with her own sense.
"I am bored and boaring. I am empty."
Kevin leaned forward unbuttoning Mia's jacket as he continued. "Good girl, you are boared and boring. Empty and needy. Open waiting to be filled. And you feel it change. An empty dry hole begining to awaken. Not to fill but to crave to arouse from its slumber. Wetting, sucking, clutching. You need to be mounted. Tell me, my good little slut, what do you want?"
Mia pushed deeply into the cushions. And arched up into Kevin's warm hands.
"I want to be mounted. To be filled. To be..." Mia's words were cut off. Kevin slipped a thumbs into her mouth. She suckled at it. Her body alight with desperate need. Her nipple shocked as Kevin tweaked them beneath her shirt.
Kevin, now crouched over the Mia's writhing form, fought back a gasp as his hardening dick brushed her knees. He wanted to feel her convulsing under him. He wanted to hear her moan. This meddling slut would scream with pleasure. And he would take another trophy. But not yet, Kevin needed to work patiently. He pulled his thumb from her mount and kissed her.
Mia was on fire. Desperate. His hands caressing her and his mouth on hers only heated her more. Not nearly enough. Her minded began to uncloud as the kiss distracted her gaze away from the mounted boar. She gasped as Kevin broke the kiss.
