The Hunter

The forest was silent, despite the wealth of birds which usually inhabited the trees.

Laura was aware of this, having heard the songs cease but a few moments ago, something painfully obvious considering the relative din which the native wildlife created usually. However, she was not scared of wolves, bears or other such creatures that might be heralded by such a sudden quiet.

"No," she thought to herself as a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "My hunter is much more interested in me than any animal that i've encountered in these woods before."

She walked along the path brazenly, openly, but cast a searching gaze about her nonetheless, searching for he who followed her.

"Can't make it too easy for him..." she muttered under her deepening breaths.

As she strode through the trees, Laura allowed herself to think of the castle that she had called home all her life. Some women of the keep, though as needy of attention as any, were content with the fawning's and subsequent flings of the empty headed courtiers that plagued the keep. However, Laura had quickly found the ministrations of those imbeciles to be lacking in...substance. Always a strong willed woman, she had cast aside those who wished to speak honeyed words in the shadows of the courtroom, much to the shock and laughter of those she called friend.

No, Laura looked for more...excitement...than any at that place were capable of giving her. Fortunately, she thought with a smile, she might have found someone worthy of the hunt. The woodsman had been seemingly hesitant at first, regarding her with the same piercing gaze as he did with all the others who were not of the woods, but she had sensed a curiosity within him.

She could certainly relate to that.

The woodsman was not overtly muscular as many of the knights and soldiers that paraded the grounds outside the keep constantly, nor as obviously self-centred as those simpletons that searched for her favour in the courtroom, leering at her body behind the masks of ivory that covered the faces of all who danced in the frequent parties the Duke threw for his allies. No, the woodsman was...different somehow, in a way that she had not come across before. It was intoxicating, Laura thought as she slowed on the trail, her hand unconsciously drifting towards her chest as she was increasingly drawn into the half formed fantasies of the mind that she had been forced to follow today.

No...the woodsman was definitely something she had not encountered before, lithe and slender in form, shaggy hair covering his head as he went about his business in a loping stride which reminded her of the wildcats she had seen as a child in the northern mountain ranges of her father's land. That was when, with a pang of longing, she realised what her pursuer was to her. He was a seeker, a predator, pure in nature and beautiful in form. And she, Laura thought with an answering throb deep within her, was the willing prey.

Laura shook her head free of lust before she was forced to act on her impulses and end the game prematurely.

"No, I am enjoying the game of the hunt far too much to stop now" she realised as her steps increased in speed.

She continued like this for a while, lust and wanton thoughts battling with her will as she ended up running through the forest, feeling more alive than she had ever done in the marbled halls of her family's castle.

"This is where I belong..." she whispered as she followed the trees deeper and deeper into the woods. Almost as if in answer to her revelation, she heard the unmistakable snap of a dry twig somewhere in the canopy above her head.

"Impossible." she muttered to herself as she drew to a stop.

Gazing into the treetops, she was able to catch a flicker of movement above her as a dark shape leaped to a branch over her head. With a peal of laughter, Laura ran.

Behind her, a deeper, shiver inducing rumble of amusement signalled that he had found her.

It was not long before Laura was stopped in her flight by the mass of a fallen tree in front of her. The moment she halted, powerful arms drew her arms behind her back, and Laura gasped in shock and excitement. He held her still, resisting any attempts by her to turn and face her captor. Laura's growing need and impatience was answered at last by the feeling of hot breath on her neck, as her hunter tasted her scent. She shivered, both due to the sudden hot air tickling her neck, and due to the almost unbearable need to take this man, have him inside her.

His only answer to her increased wiggling was to lick up the side of her neck, causing a gasp from Laura, followed by the pressure as he grazed her neck with his teeth. Laura prayed to whatever gods would listen that he would finally claim her, but her thoughts were met only with the feeling of silken rope around her wrists, followed by a sudden tug and ripping sound as she felt the man behind her tear a strip from her dress.

Laura's world darkened as she realised what her hunter had done: he had used her own dress as a blindfold. None had been so daring at court...but then again the moisture threatening to run down her leg assured her that she liked it.

She felt herself bent over the log in front of her as her arousal peaked to almost unbearable heights.

"Please" she begged the unseen man. "Stop playing around and fuck me!"

The man's teeth left her neck, as she felt him pause behind her. Her disappointment at the small contact she had had before vanished with a moan as her clothes were roughly ripped aside, followed by the heat and movement of the man's breaths against her bare ass.

"Finally" she thought as the man grasped her cheeks, pulling them gently to the side as his breath moved, from the small of her back downwards...downwards... She almost screamed in frustration when he paused again, the barest of air movement brushing against her glistening nether lips.

"STOP TEaoooooh" she finished with a moan as the man's tongue found her inner thighs, tracing a searing path to her core. As she waiting, she felt a rumble of amusement from her tormentor. The bastard was actually laughing at- her thoughts were cut off as a needy moan was ripped from her mouth, as the man's wide tongue dragged heavily across her slit.

Once a taste had been taken, the man's ministrations truly began. Laura's world fell apart to the sound of her breathy cries and moans as his tongue delved deeper into her folds, before it retreated to her chagrin. She stiffened as the tip of his tongue circled her clit, drawing a gasp as his long finger entered her from behind, followed by a second as she writhed in pleasure at the intrusion. She felt her orgasm rise as the man suddenly locked his mouth around her clit, sucking hard. Screaming, her body arched and she pushed against the man as she came, her juices gushing down her captor's chin. Her orgasm continued for what seemed like a bliss filled eternity, until she finally slumped back onto the log, shuddering in the aftershocks of her climax.

She quickly discovered that she had a deeper need, the fires of which had only been stoked by his tongue. She stood shakily as the man backed away, cutting the ropes that bound her wrists.

She turned around and beheld the huntsman with a hungry gaze as she pulled the covering off her eyes. He stood gloriously bare to her gaze, taught muscles gleaming with sweat in the fading sunlight. Looking into his face, she saw eyes locked on her with a breath-taking passion, before her eyes were drawn downwards over his body.

She gasped as she saw his manhood standing proudly at attention from the joining of his thighs, head glistening as it twitched under her gaze. She looked with unbearable hunger at the instrument of her pleasure, noticing at once that it was larger in length and girth than she was used to. Her pussy throbbed as she felt the desire to take this man, let him enter her, use her.

With a lust filled groan he suddenly rushed at her, pinning her against a nearby tree with one arm locking hers above her head, as he roughly claimed her mouth with a passionate kiss that left her heart thundering and her lungs gasping for breath. She wrapped her legs in a lock around his ass as he kissed her, pulling him towards her even as he left her mouth and ripped away her top, claiming her aching breasts with his lips and tongue as she held him to her chest, arms locking around his head. He dragged his teeth over her nipples, causing them to stiffen even further as she moaned her need to the forest.

After paying tribute to her already sensitive breasts, he grasped the base of his manhood with one hand, and she realised it didn't even cover half of his length. He pressed his tip against her folds as she froze, feeling every twitch of his body as he held himself there, rubbing his tip over her outer lips. Writhing, she begged him to enter her, and he contemplated her pleas as a wry grin covered his face.

Suddenly, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in her depths as she screamed in ecstasy. He stretched her beyond what she had expected, a pleasurable torture that soon became an overwhelming desire to continue, as she hungrily pressed her lips against him again, arms still held aloft by one of his. Slowly at first, but rising in speed, he began sawing in and out of her, withdrawing until only the tip remained inside and then plunging back in as his pelvis ground against her clit.

She lost herself to everything but the sensations which he awoke, as they thrust against each other savagely, with primal need in the woods. She suddenly tensed against him as an orgasm tore through her body, with her screaming out her release as she came hard around him. He grunted as his cock stiffened further, the hunter hammering into her with greater and greater force.

She had barely recovered from coming when another monumental tide began to shift within her, as she felt waves of pleasure pulsing through her. Her body shook and stiffened as he latched onto a breast with his lips, biting down slightly on a swollen nipple as she finally came again, body shuddering in release. As she tightened around him, she felt the hunter's cock inside her stiffen from wood to steel, as he roared out in triumph and pulsed deep within her as she felt him come hard, thrusting as deep as he could within her and holding fast.

As they came down from their shared highs, Laura found herself resting on the hunter's heaving chest, both of them gleaming with their exertions.

"I...would know your name, my hunter..." Laura breathed, even as she felt the beginnings of lust returning to her.

"My name..." rumbled the hunter as he toyed with one of her breasts absently, his length already hardening beneath her.

"...My name, is James."