pretz 𐂯 .ᐟ⸝⸝

But it's made of blood and tar

You carry all that suffering

Finally getting tackled to the forest floor, trying my best to struggle and pull away but eventually forced on my stomach with my hips yanked up, my face pressed into the dirt and the blade of their hunter's knife glinting against the back of my neck. Applying more pressure when I try to squirm.

Feeling them hastily tug down my pants and then their cock pressing against my cunt when all I can do is whine and beg for them not to. "Quiet, puppy,,, you don't mean that, you don't really want me to stop." They growl behind me before quickly forcing their entire length into me, making me yelp at the sudden intrusion, quick jolt of pain before it turns into pleasure.

"See, pup... Feels good, doesn't it...."

As one of their hands moves to my hair tugging it back to make me arch my back at an unnatural angle as the other hand holding the knife is now pressing against my throat in a dangerous manner that forces a whimper out of me. The fear gets quickly drowned out from the overwhelming pleasure that them pounding into me creates.

"Tell daddy you love them..."