The hairs on the back of her neck stood as a chill ran down her spine. With the setting sun casting long shadows in the woods, she supposed the temperature would drop slightly, but she felt a cold sweat begin to trickle down her back. She popped an earbud out of her ear and listened for the sound of feet on the gravel path, but all she heard was bird song. With a shrug, she resumed her walk and turned her music down, just in case there was in fact someone else with her in these woods. It was, after all, a public trail, and it wouldn't be unheard of for her to see joggers or pot heads. But the trail was one of the city's best kept secrets, and she often had it all to herself.
The sun was setting fast now, and she still had about a half mile to go to get back to the trail head. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her. Stalking her through the woods, silently trailing her and studying her movements. She turned around, taking out her earbuds, and called out, "Is anyone there?"
No reply came aside from the sound of chirping birds and scurrying squirrels. Her pace quickened; a feeling in her gut told her to run. Her eyes followed her footsteps, making sure she didn't trip on roots and rocks that occasionally crossed the trail. As she turned a sharp bend in the trail, she halted, sighing in relief. There was a man a few paces away, leaning up against a tree, dragging on a cigarette as if loitering in the middle of a hiking trail was the most normal thing to do on a Thursday evening. Eve flashed a weak smile at the man, whose handsome face beamed back at her. His teeth were remarkably white for a smoker.
"Hi," Eve breathed, resuming her march up to the parking lot.
The man didn't say anything, but his eyes never left her curvy figure as she continued toward her car. He smiled behind her, canines glinting in the waxing sun, as he soundlessly followed her to her car. She had been scared, and the scent of her fear was arousing. Andrew had been stalking her for a few days, ever since he saw her on the trail one evening. He knew where she lived, knew no one would miss her if she were to disappear. He was a lion stalking a helpless gazelle. And he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into her.
***
After her shower, Eve sank into bed and curled up with her book. She was still thinking about the man on the trail. He'd been one of the most handsome creatures she'd ever seen. A stylish mop of dark brown curls framed his face, and he had intensely dark brown eyes sheltered by strong brows. His lips were full -- almost too full, as if he'd had botox. The thought made her snort. With a glance at the clock on her nightstand, she turned off the light and drifted off to sleep.
She was running, fear and adrenaline forcing her legs to pump harder than they ever had before. The man from the trail was behind her, walking casually, as if he had all the time in the world. But she knew this man was dangerous. She knew what he'd to do her if he caught her. So onward she ran, through the trees and off the trail. "Please, please, please, I have to go faster," she thought, her heart racing.
And then --
The man stood directly in front of her, and took her arms in his hands.
"Hello, Eve," he purred. "What a lovely evening for a run."
She tried to scream, tried to fight, but he silenced her with a fierce kiss, crushing her body into his and forcing her mouth to open to him. His tongue toyed with hers, he pulled her bottom lip between his, and when he finally felt her body slacken, just slightly, he went in for the kill. He knew how to make her his.
He felt her stiffen again as he trailed his lips down her jaw, further down her neck. He ran wet kisses up and down the tender flesh, relishing the thump of her heart in the artery under his lips.
"Eve," he breathed into her skin, "you're going to like this."
Without further warning, he sunk his teeth into her neck, and sipped from her. She cried out, first from the pain radiating from the bite, but then from the pure ecstasy that raced through her body. She could feel her pulse everywhere -- everywhere. In her stomach, in her toes, in her ears, and in her core. Blood flooded to her flower, and she wanted him there, she wanted him to take her, and she was willing to do whatever it took to find release. She jerked her hips toward him, trying desperately to rub her pussy on his leg.
"There's my little slut," he said, kissing the place he bit her.
"Now, listen very carefully, my little lamb," he started, looking into her eyes. "Tomorrow, you will return to the trail. You will have the same premonition that you had today -- that you're being followed. I want you to run. I want to chase you. It really does make capturing you that much more satisfying. I like hearing the fear pulse through you. Do this, and I will give you release. I will give you everything. I knew as soon as I scented you that I had to have you for myself. If you aren't at the trail tomorrow, I will come back in the night and torment your dreams for the rest of your life. You have no idea how creative I can be," he smirked, images of dreadful scenes of deserted wastelands, dead animals, humans being flayed alive flashing behind him.
"But it would be dreadfully rude of me to leave you with those images, so I'll leave you with these instead." As he pulled from their embrace and began walking away, Eve slumped onto the forest floor, scenes of him licking her breasts, her labia, sucking on her clit like he was taking the last sip of life from her, scenes of him running his fingers through her hair as he plunged his cock into her, all the while sipping from her neck and sending wave after wave of pleasure through her.
Eve awoke with a start. She glanced at the clock: it was 3:30am. Trying to clear her head, she made to get up to get some water, but she felt the slickness between her legs. "Oh my god," she whispered incredulously. "I had a wet dream."
Her clitoris was sensitive, and her whole pussy was slick with her sweet-smelling nectar. She had to finish, had to get back to the dream. Her pussy throbbed, begging for penetration, but the best she could do was finger herself with one hand while the other rubbed circles around her tender clitoris. As she climaxed and held in a moan, she could have sworn that she heard a dark chuckle drift in through the open window. Immediately, she fell back to sleep.
***
"What am I doing here?" she thought to herself. Foolish. It was foolish to be here. Last night had just been a dream. A dream about the stranger she'd seen in the woods. Just her brain's way of processing information, that's all. She would have come out here for her daily walk anyway, she reminded herself.
She began her walk, savoring the smell of the woods, the birdsong being carried on the wind, the sight of the brook meandering lazily to the right of the trail. Silly it may be, but she could content herself with enjoying nature and then she'd go home.
He watched her stroll down the trail, noting how her round and plump ass shifted and jiggled with each step. Up in his tree, he surveyed where the best place would be to ambush her. But before the ambush, he'd need to alert her to his presence, so he descended from the tree and walked silently down the path, following her a few meters back. He knew that she sensed him when she paused to look around, when he heard her breath hitch and her pulse quicken. Hidden behind a tree, he waited for her to turn back around before resuming his pursuit.
A few minutes later, she turned around again, but this time, he didn't bother hiding. He just flashed her a wicked smile, and he enjoyed watching the blood drain from her face.
