Mindlessly Masturbating

So uhm… I’m gonna say this is very Gore!feral vibes, way more toppy/dommy than expected, almost could have been nightmare but was too damn hot and sexfilled and such have fun good luck!

Night time foresty vibes, but not quite earth forest? Waaaayyy more motion reactive bioluminescence. Still dark cause night but can kind of see somewhat. At least when moving. And I wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t. Had to find a meal, feed, fuck, and frolic. No other thoughts. Just beastly need.

Galumphing through the underbrush, hunting. Then I smell you. Your need matching mine. I let out a call, luring you closer in confusion, before you see me, watching you move, knowing just how fucking delicious you will be. Want. Need. Must have. *Mine*.

And then you see me, I shift, letting the forest reveal how my form could tower yours if I were on 2 legs. My bulk ready to pounce, I lift a leg and see more fear streak through your already terrorized form. Fuck you’re such good prey. My good prey. Must mark. Must fuck. Must fill. **Mine**.

So you run, trying to escape what is already going to be your new truth, a tasty treat for me to gnaw and a hole for me to knot and breed. And me? Well I hunt what’s fucking **MINE**.

Letting you wear yourself out, I lope slowly, keeping you in eyesight, knowing I could be softer, avoid sticks, but the scent of your fear tightening making me growl and smash branches as I pass them. Knowing every sound of the monster chasing you only makes you smell better. More devourable. More mine.

Eventually you start staggering. Almost tripping in your bedraggled haste. And I’m there. But now silently. You pause, realizing the noise from behind you is gone. No crashing or growling or huffing or anything. Did you run far enough? Fast enough? Did you escape?

No, sweet prey. Rest for a moment. I’ll taste you soon. You sit, collapse almost, and I hear the shakey sigh of you releasing some of your fear, I’m almost close enough to lick the sweat from your panic driven run. Your barely settled breathing drowning out my soft pants. A smaller animal runs past, having scented me, you startle again, looking around, terrified again. But you see nothing in the fading forest floor glow. But then you feel it, your senses having tightened again from the panic, my breath slightly warmer than the breeze on your skin. Emanating from my muzzle above your head. I hear your gasp, see you turning and you hear the growl of “Mine” before I pounce.

Taking you down, trapping you under me, I start kissing and kicking your skin, my hands grabbing and groping at your clothes, claws tearing them, catching your skin as they go. Sharp prickles all over until you are bared for me.

I lick at the pinpricks of blood, sliding my tongue over all the places it can reach. Teasing you with it, smelling your body reacting. And then I can do nothing but feast on my delicious prey. Biting down on your shoulder, chest, thighs. Leaving you covered in bloody streaks from my tongue, before I settle my head between your thighs, all the fight out of you, your screams of fear and pain echoing through the forest. But then you whimper.

Fuck what a glorious sound it is. All because my tongue slid over your clit. More. I want more. I dive into you, tongue somehow hitting and not hitting all the spots you need. Making you desperate, needy, ready, mine.

And then I take you. Turning your form easily so your hips are up in the air for me. I spear into you, barely giving you a moment to breathe before I start thrusting. Rutting into you faster than you can think. Keeping you closer and closer to that edge, biting down on your back and shoulders and neck as I fill you over and over, faster and faster.