I felt the seal on my chest throb, glowing like an impatient ember. Nezrael thought she was leading the game, but it was here, in this suspended second, that everything would be decided.
I had no time to breathe. She lunged in a leap, her muscular body crashing against mine like a wave of heat. My back struck the bed of leaves, the air ripped from my lungs in a groan, and already her thick thighs were gripping my hips. Her powerful hands pinned my arms to the ground, her heavy breasts bouncing against my bare chest with every movement, crushing my breath.
She burst into a hoarse laugh, low, almost trembling with fever. Her eyes glowed with carnivorous madness, her parted lips wetting themselves with a slow lick of her tongue.
— "Tonight… you're all mine," she breathed, her voice cracked with excitement. "You'll be drained long before the hunt, after all."
She leaned closer, her burning breath brushing my cheek. Her hips rolled, powerful, and her hand slid between our bodies. Her rough fingers closed around my cock already hard, squeezing with cruel slowness, as if savoring my tension. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, dilated, shining with ecstasy.
— "Hhh… already so hard…" she moaned in a broken breath, a feverish smile clinging to her lips.
Without waiting, she guided my shaft toward her, pressing it against the glistening entrance of her sex. Her dampness pulsed against me, and when she impaled herself in one sharp movement, her mouth opened in a savage moan.
— "Aaahhh…!" Her face twisted, her harsh features swept away by a wave of ecstasy. Her pupils nearly rolled back, and a shattered laugh burst out, pierced with moans. "Yes… yes!"
Her hips slammed, heavy, brutal, and each time she swallowed me deeper, her bursting breasts crashed against mine, streaming with sweat. Her neck arched, her teeth bit the air, and her feverish gaze came back to pierce mine as if daring me to endure.
I suffocated, my fingers digging into the sheets, but she kept laughing, panting, drunk on her own power.
— "Look at you…" she growled, teeth clenched, her pelvis pounding mine in a brutal rhythm. "Even your breath belongs to me."
Her body arched, and a guttural moan rose from her throat, breaking into a high-pitched cry. Her claws dug into my skin, tracing red furrows along my arms. She bent suddenly, her damp hair whipping my face, and sank her teeth into my shoulder.
— "Hhhhaaahhh…!" she moaned, mouth pressed against my bloodied flesh. "Yes… harder… I feel you…"
The burn pierced my nerves, the metallic taste of blood rose to my lips. A groan escaped me despite myself, strangled, torn by the pain and the heat of her embrace.
— "Aaahhh…" I let slip, my voice hoarse, suffocated.
She raised her head, her eyes glowing feverishly, her mouth still stained red. Each thrust tore her apart, her lips opening on cries more and more disordered.
— "Hhhhaa…! Hhhhnnnn…!" she panted, her fingers tightening on my throat. "You are… mine…!"
I didn't resist. I endured. I accepted. Because behind the pain, behind the role of prey she wanted to impose on me, something was already stirring within me.
The seal.
I felt it vibrate, beating like a second heart against my ribs. Every time her loins pounded mine, the mark blazed, sending burning waves through my veins. Her breath ripped, her moans rose, uncontrolled, filling the hut.
I forced myself to breathe, despite her hand squeezing my throat, despite her teeth that had marked my flesh. Her cries mingled with my panting, creating a sweaty, feverish symphony where she was already losing herself.
Let her believe. Let her laugh. Let her treat me like a toy.
I gathered my energy, like one holding back a wave before the storm. Little by little, imperceptibly, I opened the floodgates. My body wasn't just prey. It was a weapon. And she, too blinded by her own fever, didn't yet see that the trance swallowing her… was coming from me.
At first, nothing changed for her. Nezrael still laughed, her hoarse breath bursting in flashes of pleasure and defiance. Her muscular thighs hammered my hips, her pelvis rolled with brutality, and her nails carved red furrows on my skin.
— "Yes! Obey!" she panted, her voice broken by effort and ecstasy mingled. "You are mine, only mine!"
But I already felt the seal vibrating, beating in my belly like a second heart. I opened the floodgates. With each movement, with each penetration, I let out a fraction of that energy of Lust, an insidious heat spreading through her. I stayed motionless in appearance, but each thrust grew deeper, more precise, heavier.
Nezrael stopped laughing. Her eyes, shining with carnivorous madness, widened for a second, and a sharper, less controlled moan burst from her throat.
— "Aaah…" She gasped, her trembling lips searching for air. Her hips still tilted, but the rhythm lost its regularity. "What… are you… mhhhnnn… what are you doing to me…?"
I didn't answer. I drove my energy deeper, each thrust vibrating with a power I directed consciously, like a wave seeping under her skin, into her muscles, down to her nerves.
Her body, once hard, feline, began to tense differently. Her claws that had torn me opened then clenched without strength. Her clenched teeth let out disordered, broken moans that filled the hut with a new music.
— "Nhhhaaaahhh…!" Her head fell back, sweat-soaked hair running down her back. Her heavy breasts bounced more and more violently, splashing our skins with burning droplets. "M… more… I… I…!"
Her movements turned chaotic. Her pelvis still rolled, but without control, as if her own body no longer obeyed her. Her breathing grew ragged, each moan ripping her throat like a confession she refused to admit.
I watched her. The mask of the predator cracked before my eyes. Her mouth wide open, her eyes rolling back at times, her hands sliding down my torso instead of strangling me. Her whole being trembled, prisoner of the wave I was unleashing in her.
There, in that shift, I knew the balance had changed.
She was no longer the hunter. She was becoming the prey.
I felt her weaken. Her loins still rolled, but without rhythm, without force, as if her body had ceased to obey her. Her moans filled the hut, disordered, broken, resounding like a mute plea. Her gaze, moments earlier burning with cruelty, blurred, faltered, drowned in fever.
That was the instant I took back control.
I seized her by the hips and with one sharp move, I flipped her over. Her back struck the leaf bedding with a dull thud. Her eyes widened, surprised, and her cry was swallowed in my mouth as I drove into her brutally in one thrust. Her chest rose in a spasm, her heavy breasts bouncing, and her nails dug into my arms, no longer to strangle me but to cling.
I locked my gaze into hers. Cold. Hard. Unshakable.
— "You want me to continue?" My voice was no longer a breath but a blade. I pounded her again, my pelvis slamming hers in a brutal shock. "Then beg me. Call me master."
Her face crumbled. Her mouth opened on a high-pitched moan, her forehead beaded with sweat. She shook her head, again, as if to deny. But each thrust made her thighs tremble, her abs, her whole body stretched toward me despite herself.
— "Nnnhhh… aaahhh…!" Her eyes rolled back for an instant, and her lips stammered between cries. "Mercy… I… I can't…!"
I pounded her harder, deeper. The seal vibrated against my chest, a scarlet heat seeping into her, consuming her from the inside.
— "Say it." My voice cracked like a whip, merciless.
Her hands slid down my arms to grip my shoulders, her legs arched around my hips, her moans turned into sobs. And at last, in a torn scream, she yielded:
— "Yes… master…!" she screamed, eyes drowned in tears, her voice split by fever. "I beg you… fuck me!"
Then I unleashed everything.
Every thrust became a storm, every drive released the energy of Lust spreading through her, shattering her resistance, drowning her mind. She screamed, convulsed, her nails raked my skin without strength, her thighs trembled until she lost all control. Her cries mingled with my groans, forming a savage cacophony that made the hut's walls vibrate.
— "Aaahhh! Master…! Nhhhaaahhh…!" Her torn voice resounded like a song of ecstasy and supplication.
And when I felt her flesh contract one last time around me, I yielded in turn. I arched, my throat burned by a cry, and I came inside her violently, each pulse shaking me like a scarlet wave.
The seal blazed on my chest, flooding the room with a red light that etched our bodies into a single silhouette. Nezrael screamed again, her face twisted by pleasure and exhaustion, before collapsing beneath me, broken, emptied, trembling.
Silence fell suddenly, brutally, broken only by Nezrael's ragged panting.
She lay on the ground, naked, her body still shaken with jolts, her thighs trembling, her heavy breasts rolling on her chest with each spasm.
Her parted lips let out broken moans, last echoes of a pleasure that had consumed her to the point of leaving her drained of all strength.
Her half-closed eyes, drowned in fever, seemed to search for understanding of what had just happened, but her neck fell back at once, unable to support its own weight.
I rose slowly. My muscles still burned, my loins throbbed, and sweat streamed down my chest like a second skin. I stayed a moment staring at her, stretched at my feet like a defeated beast, a broken huntress, reduced to her rawest vulnerability.
The predator who called me a toy was nothing more than a trembling woman, offered despite herself.
I turned my eyes away and moved closer to the window.
Outside, the village still stirred. The songs, the laughter, the moist voices of the nymphs mingled with the heavy breath of the wind through the branches. The torchlight drew dancing silhouettes, curves of hips, breasts swaying in the nocturnal trance.
They all thought they held the power, thought I was nothing more than another prey in their golden cage.
My fingers clenched on the wooden ledge. My gaze hardened, lost in the darkness surrounding the hanging huts.
What you haven't understood…
I let the thought roll through me like a growl.
It's not me who's locked in here with you…
I cast one last look at Nezrael, her body glistening, shaken with spasms, her thighs still spread like an involuntary offering. A red glow pulsed on my chest, the seal beating with new fire.
… it's you who are locked in here with me.