The Hunt - Chapter 5
This is the newest chapter of a story I have been working on for a while. Please feel free to leave as much feedback as you can.
TW: Knotting, Monsters, Throat-Fucking.
As you stand at the start of the woodland path, you stretch, preparing your body for the evening you hope for. Black lycra sports bra and leggings clinging to your lithe body as you feel your heart pounding out of your chest. You feel the soft breeze brushing against your exposed skin and it takes your mind back to last night. You start to feel your skin raising with goosebumps as the hair on the back of your neck stands on end.
You stare hopefully along the tree line, almost wishing for a movement in the woods. Willing the trees and brush to move with his figure emerging towards you. The feeling of being watched is strong, but as you stare into the trees hoping in your soul, You don't see who you're looking for. You feel a warmth spread with you, your pussy growing wet as your body aches just thinking about him.
As your legs start to itch for you to move, you feel your eyes unable to move from the shadows built in the deep of the woods. You feel the wind gently caress your body as you slowly turn to walk down the forest path. Just as you pull your gaze from the trees, you could swear you feel yourself being watched.
You know this feeling. Even with legs aching, you push yourself into a run, willing your body to fight, despite wanting to offer yourself up to him. The need to be chased, hunted grows. You know this game and will make him work to earn your sweet cunt to breed.
As you run, you hear an echo of steps mirroring yours, a half second behind. The minute it starts, you recognise it. It isn't any simple trick of the ear, you feel that this is different. This is him. Your heart rate increases with each passing second, not from the run, this is from the reason for the run in the first place. This is from the thought of what you hope is to come.
You stop and turn suddenly, in a futile attempt to catch him out, but his footsteps are deliberate, cautious. He knows you too well to be caught like that. You start forward again, hoping you can entice him to hunt you again, but as you start to move you have lost the sounds of his steps to echo your own. You start to feel more alone, like he has lost your scent. You start to slow and look around at the trees and bushes lining the path you run on, looking for some sign that you were not imagining things in the first place.
You struggle to see past the edges of the trail as the clouds in the sky cover the moon for a while. Just then, a glimmer of moonlight flashes across those silvery-blue eyes as you are looking around, telling you that he is out there. You take off into a sprint, looking forward to the hunt ahead. You feel his presence tracking you, but cannot hear or see anything to indicate as such. You start to wonder how you feel him so close, with all signs indicating the opposite. You keep looking around for any sign of him tracking you as you run through bushes and jump over tree roots.
You come to a clearing and slowly look around for him. You turn one way, then another, before you find him, staring straight into his steely eyes. Your nipples harden in anticipation as I look him up and down, daring him in your mind to make a move. His eyes draw you in as you don't even notice him slowly edging closer and closer.
He gets to just outside an arm's reach before you realise how close he has gotten to you and you dart to his left, starting to enjoy the chase. Running away as hard as your legs will carry you, you find a small patch of leaves and bushes to hide in.
As you look around, you see nothing but hear the gentle rustle of leaves moving with the breeze. You long to crane to your neck and look for him, to try to see where he is now, but you know that you are being hunted.