You must’ve been wandering for weeks, each turn you made somehow looking like the place you just were moments ago. It was like the woods were somehow a never ending nightmare, and no matter how far you ran it seemed like you’d always end up right where you started. It was late fall since you dragged off the streets and sold to that maniac to be hunted for sport, and now the breeze was getting colder by the day. Even with the clothes he provided you with weren’t going to last for long, not unless you could make it out of here before winter finally started. You huddled over one of the many looming trees that seemed to mock you for not being able to reach to the heavens like they were, dropped your bundle of sticks, and breathed warm air on your hands. That monster may have provided you with a jacket but he sure as hell didn’t give you any gloves.

What was his name again? Oh right, Mason; if you forgot now you wouldn’t be able to have that psycho arrested once you found civilization and told the police. The warm embrace of freedom was the only thing that had been keeping you going, but with the temperature slowly dropping and signaling the inevitable winter it was becoming increasingly difficult to hang on. You hoped he lost interest in chasing you and wasn’t hunting you anymore, since you hadn’t seen any sign of him in awhile. It may have been easier to sleep at night now knowing all you had to do was worry about the wildlife, but another threat was slowly looming over your shoulder. Hunger. 

The trailmix in your backpack was scarce and was gone by the first day, since Mason expected you to figure out how to forage for yourself in the woods, and in your defense you did. You managed to wriggle a fish out of the river and cook it over a fire quite a couple times, you didn’t even dare try with the berries on the nearby bushes in fear you just might poison yourself. In all truth that might be a better outcome than your current plan. Seriously, what made you think you could survive out here? Probably the dwindling hope that you’d be able to see your friends and family again.

However, hope can only keep a person warm for so long. You knelt down and began methodically arranging your sticks into a pile so that the fire would be able to burn throughout the night. The flint and steel you were given were probably the most beneficial objects Mason had given you, that and the small knife. You struck the steel against the flint, your teeth gritting as you got frustrated at the sparks that refused to stick to the wood. All you needed was this fire to provide you warmth from the cold mountain nights. 

With the sun barely glancing over the horizon, the sparks finally stuck and a small flame was now glowing in front of you. It felt so good seeing that warm light before you, and you proceeded to gently blow on the flame. The fire shone brighter, and slowly began to eat at the wonderful fuel you provided it. Unfortunately, the thought of fuel made your stomach let out a loud rumble. When was the last time you had eaten? Not at least since last week surely, perhaps more; you don’t really quite remember when the only thought occupying your mind is making it out of here alive.

You looked around the forest floor, hoping to find something, which was asking for a miracle at this rate. The warm orange colors were shifting to bland greys as it got colder, and you were sure soon enough everything would be covered in a blanket of white. Even the grass was beginning to die out, yet that didn’t stop you. You pulled some grass out of the ground that was nearby you and began to slowly chew at it, it tasted horridly bland and felt worse on your tongue. In the same way someone checks the fridge multiple times for no good reason, you looked in your backpack, hoping to find maybe a small peanut sitting at the bottom somewhere. Your disappointment and growling stomach grew as you sadly found nothing. 

Pulling out the knife from your backpack, you thought about trying to hunt for something again. I mean, if you think about it the mountains were crawling with animals that could easily provide you a hearty meal. The problem is every sizeable animal has seemed to suddenly vanish thanks to the cold, and squirrels stock piling nuts are not easy to catch. Perhaps you could try and find some more fish tomorrow, surely they had to still be swimming around. Oh how you missed the full feeling in your belly, and the thought of a fish dinner had no help in trying to help you ignore the pains of hunger. 

The least you could do at a moment was sleep and pray that come morning you wouldn’t be freezing to death as a breeze blew past you swiftly. Luckily, it didn’t seem to blow out your fire and your only sense of warmth. You placed a couple more sticks in the fire, giving it just enough fuel to last til the sun could poke its head out again and warm the earth, and began getting ready for bed. Although it really wasn’t much of a bed, your blanket being no more than the clothes on your back and your pillow being the backpack you were given forever ago, it was still comfortable enough to lull you into a restful sleep. Your head now resting on your makeshift pillow combined with the cozy warmth from your campfire, your eyes began to feel heavy. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before sleep took over and you were snoring peacefully in the never ending void that was this forest.

The next morning, you woke up with the sun rearing her beautiful marigold colored face over the horizon and your fire slowly turning to nothing but softly glowing embers and ash. Sitting up and rubbing at your still sleepy eyes, you figured now was a good moment to take a break on your quest for freedom and instead focus on getting something in your stomach. Something other than dried leaves and grass that were horrendous to eat. You stood up, stomping out the last of your fire and doing your best to bundle up and fight whatever chill breeze would whip past you today. The air was especially cold today, you could see a faint cloud as you exhaled through your mouth to see how cold it was. As you began walking, you hoped the sun would keep you warm before you had to resort to carrying a fire that might expose you to the huntsman lurking around.

Despite getting lost more times than you could count, you still had your makeshift map to lead you to the general area of the river that ran through the mountains. “I really ought to keep up better with this map,” you thought to yourself. Unless you were where you started with Mason, this map was essentially useless for every other part of the forest, but right now you just wanted to focus on getting some food. Branches and leaves crunched underneath your boots as you walked back towards where you started, the trees and bushes slowly starting to look more familiar the more you ventured. It wasn’t until you eventually heard the faint sound of running water that a smile crept across your face and your heart began to race.

At the soft sound of water, you suddenly began booking it in the direction of the sound, not caring how loud the forest floor rustled underneath your feet. Your mind rushed with the happy thought of finally getting to sink your teeth into a flamed grilled fish, you could practically feel yourself drooling at the mere idea. After your long hike, you’d finally be rewarded with a tasty meal for your persistent and determined spirit. The more you ran, the louder the sound of running water became, your heart was like a beating bass drum, the kind that would ring in your ears and only reminded you how close you were. Running over the small incline, you were granted the luxury of being able to look down at the ground below you and see the glittering river, and despite the cold air making your cheeks feel numb you knew there was a smile as wide as the grand canyon on your face.

Without a second thought you began to hurry down the hill, occasionally tripping over your own feet but not without quickly regaining your footing. You peered over the bank of the river, looking down into the water hoping to find a couple fish swimming around, a hopeful joy rushing through your veins, only to be met with utter disappointment. The river seemed to be completely abandoned, not an ounce of life was seen swimming around the clear water. With a heavy sigh, you fell to your knees at the edge of the bank, “Fuck,” you muttered to yourself. A heavy weight rested on your chest, and suddenly everything seemed bleak.

You fell backwards into the dirt, staring up at the grey sky as hot tears began to roll down the sides of your face. All you could do was cry, let out a pained and exasperated cry, maybe God would finally hear you and put you out of your misery as an act of mercy. Desperate and frustrated, you thrashed around on the ground like a toddler throwing a tantrum, screaming curses to the heavens and letting out broken sobs. Eventually, after your crying had subsided and the tears in your tears were nothing more than a trickle, you sat up and dusted the dirt from your clothes. The palms of your hands rested on the ground as you hunched over the water, looking at your reflection. My God, what happened to you? You looked horrible. 

As you stared into the stream, a wave of tranquility began to wash over you, like you were sitting in the water and being carried away. You were so lost in the calm state you didn't even notice a fish was beginning to swim downstream! It had swam past you before you realized what you had just seen. “AHHH! WAIT! COME BACK!” You screamed and sprang to your feet, the fish had already made some significant distance, but nothing you couldn't try and catch up with. Your body was now running as fast as it could to defeat the speed and agility mother nature had always gifted her creatures, but luck was on your side as the distance began to close. 

You saw the fish jump out of the water, as if it was teasing you to just try and catch it. That teasing would prove to be the creature's doom, for you ran into the shallow stream and lunged right at the fish. Frigid water splashed all around and soaked your clothes as your dinner attempted to wriggle free. Would it have been better if you brought the poorly fashioned spear you used for fishing? Oh without a doubt, but desperate times call for desperate measures, as they say. Pulling the fish out of the water and holding it in the air, you couldn't help but let out a maniacal laugh, “Yes! Yes! YES!!!” You cheered. Today you would not go hungry!

That is assuming you would be able to live long enough to eat your meal. Suddenly, in your distraction and moment of lowered guard, a twig snapped. Instantly you perked up, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you began to frantically look around. Shit, did Mason finally find you? Was he finally coming to finish what he started? Your heart was the only sound that filled your ears as you stood in the stream like a deer in headlights. It loudly rang against your chest, the same way a bell would toll when someone dies. That silence was then interrupted as the fish used the last of its strength to wriggle out of your hands, which had loosened their grip in your moment of fear. “Wha- hey- no!” You shouted as the fish struggled, and your calloused palms proved no match for the wet, slippery scales. Your dinner had now jumped back into the water and swam so fast out of sight you knew there was no chance of catching up to it. 

“Hey! Excuse me! Hello! Hey! You!” An unfamiliar voice rang out. Once more you looked around, this time in confusion, until your eyes locked on someone walking out of the clearing. Your eyes squinted as you examined the stranger, they were dressed in the same way you were, a backpack on their shoulders, and a very panicked energy about them. “Oh my God, you have no idea how happy I am to see somebody else out here!” As they got closer, you were able to better make out their appearance. 

It was a woman, probably no taller than 5 '5”, with curly brown hair, standing right before you. Her cheeks were a bright pink due to the chill air. Obviously it was difficult trusting this new person, for all you knew she could very well be working with Mason, but considering you hadn’t seen anyone else out here you thought it was fair to lower your guard. Besides, a more pressing matter laid on your mind. You were now without food. Again. And once more, the loud growls of hunger were back to beg you for sustenance. While normally you would’ve been happy to see another person out here, you were more pissed than anything. 

“Who are you?” You asked, ready to unsheath the knife in your pocket at any moment.

“Oh uh- I’m Caroline. I uh…well…that man. I was brought here because of a large burly man with a beard, he bought me from who knows where and now he’s hunting me for sport,” Caroline explained in a rushed tone.

“You mean Mason?”

“Uh yes–I think that’s his name! I’m not sure, all I know is that he’s been chasing me with a cross bow and—and he says he’s gonna kill me!”

“When was the last you saw him?” You asked while stepping out of the water, your clothes and boots now frigid thanks to the water. 

“A couple hours ago? I haven’t seen him since he told me to run and that was this morning. Please–I–I don’t know the way out. I’m not from here–”

You sucked air through your teeth and held your hand up, “Okay just, calm down. Believe it or not, I don’t know the way out of here either.”

“Oh..” Caroline said with a defeated tone, she stared at the ground for a moment, thinking. “M-maybe we can stick together! Yeah? In case we run into him we can at least take him on together!” She exclaimed, trying her best to keep up a hopeful and cheery attitude. 

A deep sigh escaped your body, on one hand, you wouldn’t be alone and wouldn’t have to fight off Mason by yourself. But on the other hand, you didn’t have the mental energy or food to keep someone else alive. Wait. Food? Suddenly, an idea had popped into your head, most likely driven by the constant hunger in your stomach. What if you got your food from this Caroline person? Oh the idea sounded like pure deliciousness! No! You shook yourself out of your thoughts. That’s a person, and that’s sick! You refused to resort to cannibalism. 

Doing your best to keep your expression neutral, even with the sick thought now pushed to the back of your mind, you agreed, “You’re right. With the two of us there’s no way that we can fail! And here I thought all hope was lost. Besides, I already have begun mapping out this forest,” you said while opening your backpack and beginning to rummage through it.

Caroline began grinning, happy that she was also not by herself in this hellscape. “Thank goodness I ran into you,” she said with a sigh and peered over your shoulder to look at the map. 

“Mason stops hunting when it gets dark,” you explained, “we’ll be safe once the sun goes down. The issue comes when the sun comes back up. Then we gotta pack up and move before he finds us.” 

The rest of the day was spent discussing a hypothetical game plan and walking around the woods. You forgot how uplifting it was to talk to somebody else for once, you were sure to go crazy with another day out here on your own. As the two of you settled down in a clearing in the forest, the sun had barely begun to set. The sky was a saturated orange color, hinting that it wasn’t long before it’d be dark. So, naturally, you and Caroline began working on a fire to keep you warm throughout the night, especially you since your clothes were still very much soaked and cold. 

While you were walking around collecting sticks for the small flame currently ablaze, you noticed something glinting in the shade of the trees. You had no idea what it was, but as your eyes followed it off the ground and into the trees, you realized it was a trap. A thin piece of high tensile wire, designed to keep even the largest of people off the ground. You initially thought about telling Caroline to beware the wire, but once more that sick thought was back again. You couldn’t deny it, you were hungry. Even the trail mix Caroline split with you wasn’t enough to keep you from going mad with hunger. Instead of saying anything to Caroline, you walked back to the fire and placed the sticks down.

Caroline was currently distracted, looking over the map you had made while rubbing her hands for warmth. “Man, I never thought the mountains would be this cold.”

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure winter is almost here. Nearly every day is colder than the last.” You placed some sticks in the fire, the embers floating upwards as the flame happily lapped at the wood in its mouth. God even you felt jealous of the campfire, at least it had the fuel it needed to carry on. The more you thought about it the more dizzy you began feeling. What you wouldn’t give for a meal right about now.  

“Makes me wonder how we’re gonna survive out here,” Caroline said as she stood up, walking past you to presumably get some more wood for the fire.

“I’m sure we can think of something,” you replied. There was silence for a moment besides the occasional crunch of leaves. “Oh by the way watch for th–”

A scream then erupted and echoed through the open air, you quickly snapped your head in the direction of the scream and sure enough, there was Caroline. Now dangling upside down with a thin wire digging into her ankle. Caroline’s breathing was rushed and panicked, she began squirming, trying to reach the wire and set herself free.”Help!!!” Caroline cried out in her frightened state.

“Oh my god Caroline!” You exclaimed and rushed to your feet, running over and trying to find the end of the trap to set Caroline free. Damn it, you knew you should’ve told Caroline about the wire. Why didn’t you? You should’ve and you didn’t. Does this make you a monster? No. You didn’t mean for her to get stuck. It was just the bad thought from earlier that made you not tell her. Fuck, that doesn’t make sense. “I’m sorry—I—I should've told you!”

“YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS?!!” Caroline shouted loudly, her arms trying to swipe at you. 

“I’m sorry I just—” 

“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you!!” Caroline screamed with tears running down her face. “You’re awful! Horrible! Now I’m going to die here like this!”

“Hey–shh–keep your voice down! Mason will find us! If you keep screaming like that it’ll lead him right to us!” You said in a hushed whisper, hoping to soothe Caroline.

“No! NO!!! I can’t believe you!! You vile monster!!” Caroline continued screaming at the top of her lungs. 

Rage began to build in your chest, Caroline proved she wasn’t stopping any time soon, and Mason finding the both of you was becoming a real fear again. Your hands balled up into fists, your nails digging into palms until it felt painful. “I said SHUT YOUR MOUTH!” You roared before swinging at Caroline’s face. All you could see was red as you senselessly beat Caroline, her face contorting in pain and her shrieks slowly dying down into a whimper. Once you were done, her face was a bloody mess that was slowly turning swollen. 

What on earth were you thinking? Your chest heaved with each breath and your fists were covered in blood from breaking Caroline’s nose. None of this would’ve happened if you had just told Caroline about the wire trap, and now she hanged unconscious because of your doing. Looking at the blood on your fist, curiosity began to take over, a dark curiosity you normally would have never thought of had you been in any other situation. Bringing your fist up to your mouth, you kitten licked at the crimson liquid, and it tasted like no other.

It tasted metallic, obviously, but now there was a certain sweetness to it. It tasted like pure heaven. Suddenly, you began lapping up more, the thick liquid sticking to your teeth. You licked up everything like a desperate dog, until your fist was finally back to its original skin color. This was fucked up, yes, but it was filling your belly and thats all that mattered to you. Hunger had finally taken full reigns of your brain, and you were about to do something that would send you straight to hell.

You slowly pulled out the knife from your pocket, a small pocket knife that was in no way equipped to do the job at hand, but also had no say in the matter. Caroline’s head was held in place by your hand, just to where her neck was on full display. In a swift motion, you slit the blade across Caroline’s throat, which unfortunately took more than one slice to really cut deep in the flesh. Caroline groaned initially, but the more you sawed back and forth the more blood ran down from the wound. Her pained groans slowly faded into a weak gurgle as life drained from body at a snail’s pace, even with the pace her blood was flowing at. It does take quite a bit to die from blood loss. Bright red blood spilt out in heavy rivers, running down her face and staining the dirt at your feet. 

The blood sparkled from the warm light of the camp fire, glowing like the most precious of rubies. To you, it was worth more than rubies. Holding Caroline’s face, you desperately drank from her wound, covering your mouth and shirt with sticky crimson, like it was the syrup coating of a candy apple. No matter how much you drank, it wasn’t enough from the starving appetite you had. “Damn it, my shirt,” you grumbled as you looked down at the dirt flannel that was sticking to your skin. You realized by now it might be better to not ruin the only winter clothes you had, so you began stripping all you wore by the fire. There was no sense in worrying about being cold, not when the warmth of a good meal was giving you all the heat you needed.

Your clothes laid out by the fire, allowing them a chance to finally dry properly, and you stood in nothing. Not even underwear. It felt weirdly freeing standing in the forest with nothing to cover your body, naked and powerful the same way any forest creature might. There was no possibility that this knife would be good for the job, but there was a certain determination in your eyes that nothing could put out. With the small knife gripped tightly in your hands, you began cutting at Caroline’s arm. You first tried cutting where her arm connected to her torso, but that proved to be a terrible plan. But you weren’t going to stop, you just needed to redirect your attention to another part of the body. 

All you needed was a little sliver to sink your teeth in, a little food now would clear your mind and you could better choose how to butcher Caroline. Still focusing on Caroline’s arm, you began working at her tricep. Each slice would show more and more layers, the same way slicing an onion would show each level. Oh how good some onions would be right now. Roast this bitch over a fire with onions and potatoes and other fixings, you couldn’t help but drool at the thought. As you cut through the yellow fat, you saw she had just enough fat to make her a tasty candidate for your sick needs. It wasn’t long before you hit bone, and that was the signal your chunk of human meat was ready. 

With a strong grip, you ripped the last of the connective tissues keeping Caroline’s flesh to her arm. It was absolute carnage, your arm now drenched with the proof of your sin. Though none of that mattered, not when dinner was finally ready. You contemplated roasting the piece over your fire, but hunger was taking over the reigns of your mind. Like a rabid beast, you crouched beside the fire, biting into the meat with eager jaws. Nothing else mattered, not the cold, not the notion you took a life, all that mattered was food. You didn’t realize how long it had been since you had the chance to eat, and now that something edible and palatable was in your presence you just couldn’t control yourself. 

The metallic taste and smell flooded your senses, the taste mostly bitter with a dry feeling coating the back of your throat. A similar kind of dryness you could achieve with drinking wine maybe, although most wine connoisseurs wouldn’t let the wine dribble all down their chin and onto the rest of their body. You couldn’t even begin to describe the taste, other than that it was a weird cross of pork and beef, yet not exactly beef. Like if someone tried describing what beef tasted like. All you knew was that it was a taste unlike any other. So unique, so indescribable. Why did that make you want more? It was quite chewy, but you blamed that on the raw consistency of the meat. As you sunk your teeth into the piece, you could feel those thin connective muscle fascias slip between your teeth as you pulled, trying to rip off a chunk. You hardly allowed yourself to chew what was in your mouth before you swallowed in a loud gulp. 

No one could see what you had done, not even the sun could witness your atrocity. However, unbeknownst to you, there was still someone who had seen what you had done. Mason hid in the darkness of the trees, cross bow in his hands, ready to fire, but the more he watched the more he reconsidered. Seeing you crouching there, naked and crazed, it almost made him proud. Here he thought that you had either died somewhere in the mountain, or found a way out. This entire time you were still here, and you were no longer some frightened little rabbit who he was chasing for fun. No, you had grown into a ravenous wolf. The prey became the predator. 

“I’m impressed,” a deep voice boomed that caused you to immediately perk up, raw meat in your hands and blood covering your mouth, hands, and even some of your chest. “I never thought you’d tough it out here this long,” Mason said as heavy footsteps crunched branches and leaves. Fear was struck into your heart as you realized it was the man who brought you here, and you began backing away, dropping the flesh from your hands with a disgusting wet “schlap.” 

“Oh no need to be scared,” Mason chuckled as he slung his crossbow over his shoulder, “I respect it.” Mason walked over to the hanging body, whistling in admiration. “Even drained it. Although still pretty bloody, huh?” From his person, Mason unsheathed a large hunting knife, one much bigger and sharper than your measly blade. With ease, Mason reached up and cut a fairly large chunk of Caroline’s thigh, one that looked juicy and absolutely delectable to your still hungry state. 

The wide look in your eyes was delicious to Mason, “Aw, ya hungry still?” He teased and waved the piece in his hands. “You want it?” 

You eagerly nodded your head, crawling over to Mason unprompted, like an obedient little dog. Honestly it was almost laughable to him as you tried reaching up to grab it, only for it to be held higher above your head. “Ah ah ah, you want it? You gotta earn it,” Mason tsked with a slight smile on his face. It was like commanding a dog to do a trick if it wanted a treat. Your stomach loudly growled, and you couldn’t help but lick your lips as you stared at the piece in Mason’s hands. 

One hand rested on Mason’s belt, and that was enough of a hint to put two and two together. Silence hung in the air for a moment, you never imagined yourself doing sex favors for the sake of food, let alone for human meat, but hunger was a powerful motivator. With lightning speed, your hands flung to Mason’s belt, quickly undoing it at a pace that made Mason laugh. “Ain’t you eager!” His voice boomed, and although you didn’t want to humor him, you knew it was true. In fact, this was beyond simple eagerness. This was pure urgency. 

Mason wasn’t exactly one for fast paced sex, but was he really going to argue with someone desperate to suck his dick. Even if it was just for food. Your hands unzipped Mason’s jeans, wasting no time to pull the band of his boxers down just enough to free his partially soft member. As you wrapped your hand around it rather quickly, Mason grimaced a bit, “Easy there. I ain't gonna feed you if you don't make this worth it,” he grumbled. The look in your eyes was of pure annoyance, like when you start doing something only for someone to come along and correct you. But you knew you didn’t have much choice, not unless you wanted to starve to death out here.

You tried to be more mindful about the grip around his half-hard dick, beginning to stroke him at a slow pace. Mason let his eyes close in relaxation, his head rolling back in sweet pleasure. Weirdly enough, your cold hands did not deter him, if anything it only made this more fun as blood pumped directly to his cock. Right before your face, you watched in real time as Mason went from half mast to full mast, growing much thicker the more you continued. Honestly, it was a bit of a shock. Why does a maniac like this get to be so well endowed?

“Well? Go on,” Mason ordered as he looked down at you, “It ain’t gonna take care of itself.” He chuckled as he saw your brows furrow, had it not been for this interaction he’d be getting under your skin in a different way. “Open up,” Mason once more issued. Reluctantly, your jaws opened, and your tongue rolled out as he asked. You let out a yelp of surprise as Mason gripped your face, his fingers pressing into your cheeks to keep your mouth from closing. “Bunch of pretty whites there,” although that wasn’t really true considering there was still a thin layer of blood staining your teeth and tongue, “better mind em or else they ain’t gonna be so pretty anymore.” Needless to say, you understood what Mason was hinting at as he let go of your face. 

You rubbed at where Mason’s fingers dug into your skin, attempting to soothe it before more pain to your jaw occurred. With a deep breath, you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around the bulbous head of Mason’s cock. Mason let out a low groan, a hand coming up and resting on the back of your head. It took a lot of courage to begin moving your head, especially since Mason’s cock in your mouth made it hard to breathe. It felt heavy on your tongue, and easily touched the back of your throat as you tried taking his length. What felt like most of the way was more like half.

“Awww,” Mason cooed, “little rabbit can’t even go all the way. Here, let me help you,” he said with a dark chuckle before the hand resting on the back of your head began pushing you with a considerable force. Your eyes shot wide open as more of his length began intruding on your throat, making it not only difficult to breathe but also triggering your gag reflex. Mason could feel your body jolt and twitch as if ready to hurl, not like there was much in your stomach to throw up other than pure acid. He pulled your head back, his fingers stuck in your hair, before you even had the chance to vomit on him. “Heh, you really can’t handle much, huh?”

With your hair in his hands, you finally had the chance to breathe. You harshly coughed while foamy slobber dripped down your chin, trying to collect yourself. “Come on, you ain’t done yet,” Mason said before forcing his cock right back into your mouth, all the way down until your nose was buried right into his bush. Your hands tried pushing against Mason’s thigh in the hope that he might let you up for air, but nothing ever came of that. Mason rolled his head back as your warm mouth enveloped his cock, coating it in plenty of saliva. His grip on your hair was unrelenting, especially as he began moving his hips.

The pace started moderately slow, at least not fast enough to become a problem. Dare I say, manageable. You closed your eyes, trying to not give it much thought. “Use your tongue,” he ordered, and with furrowed brows you responded by harshly licking the underside of Mason’s member. A groan escaped his lips, and a small beat of pride thumped in your heart, causing it to jump a certain way. Of course using your tongue might have been a mistake, as Mason’s pace began to speed up. 

His cock was now hitting the back of your throat, most likely going to leave a bruise in the morning, and with each thrust of his hips another gag erupted from you. “Oh, just like that,” he grumbled as his hips roughly fucked your face, his balls smacking your drool coated chin with each movement. He just couldn’t help but love the way your throat constricted around his cock, as if you could possibly force him out. Even with your nails digging into his thighs, that didn’t stop him from his assault on your throat. Tears streamed down your face in heavy rivers as the familiar jolt of needing to puke would rise in your mouth before being forced back down. Each shudder and noise you’d make was pure primal pleasure to him. 

The knot that had built in Mason’s abdomen had finally reached a snapping point, and with a swift motion Mason forced your head all the way to the base, holding you there. His balls tightened, as the sweet feeling of release washed over him. Your balled up fists beat at his thighs, desperate cries for air that only fell on deaf ears. However, there was no chance of him letting you up, especially as you felt warm cum enter your mouth in intervals. One pump, then a pause, then another pump, and a pause, until your cheeks bulged from holding both cum and Mason’s cock. 

After finally depositing the last spurt of cum, Mason let your head go and you immediately pushed yourself off him. The fluid remained in your mouth, and with your eyes shut tight you swallowed it down. A salty taste coating your tongue and causing you to cough. As you practically hacked up a lung, Mason zipped his pants up. He tossed the meat on the ground, skin side hitting the dirt. 

Not caring about the dust on the meat, for at this rate you've swallowed worse things than some specks of earth, you lunged at the slab of flesh. Like a rabid beast, your teeth dug into the bloody piece and ripped off pieces. Nothing mattered now. You didn't care how crazed you look, you didn't even care what Mason had to say to you.