The forest swallowed every frantic breath.

Branches clawed at your bare arms as you stumbled between towering pines, your pulse roaring louder than the wind. Damp moss slipped beneath your feet, and the oversized shirt—his shirt—barely covered your thighs as you ducked behind the broad trunk of an ancient cedar.

You couldn’t hear a thing. No footsteps. Nothing. You pressed a hand over your mouth, forcing yourself to breathe through your nose. Have you lost him?

A twig snapped somewhere to your left. Your head whipped toward the sound. Nothing. Another snap. Behind you this time. Your heart sank. He wasn’t crashing through the woods. He wasn’t calling your name.

He was hunting. Very slowly. Very patiently, like he knew every inch of these woods better than he knew the lines on his own hands. You darted from your hiding place, weaving between the trees, ignoring the sting of bark scraping your legs.

Don’t look back. You couldn’t help it. You looked. For one terrifying second, all you caught was the empty forest. Then a broad silhouette stepped from behind a pine.

Curtis.

His flannel hung open over a dark shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He made no move to hurry after you. He simply tilted his head, eyes fixed on yours from thirty yards away.

“You can keep running,” he called, his voice carrying effortlessly through the trees. “It’ll only make it harder to catch your breath.”

You turned and ran again. Your lungs burned. Every rustle of leaves sounded like he was right behind you. Every shadow became him. You slipped down a shallow embankment, catching yourself against a fallen log before ducking beneath its tangled roots. Your chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as you listened.

Just owls, and the breeze. Oh, and your heartbeat.

Then, close enough that warm breath ghosted over the shell of your ear…

“You hide pretty.”

You gasped, spinning too fast. He was already there. One hand caught your waist before you could bolt again. “You gave me a good chase.” His hand slipped from your waist to your hip. “I almost thought that this time it was going to be a challenge.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “But we both knew how this was going to end.” He maneuvers you onto your hand and knees, your fingers sinking into the soft earth.

“No… please…”

He pushes your cheek to the dirt and lifts up the shirt he gave you to wear after he had taken you. Two of his thick fingers dip between your folds, gathering the mixture of his cum and your juices from the times he’s taken you before he released you for the chase.

Post almost-dying-during-a-mission sex

Sometimes ya gotta just show appreciation to the tip

Ohh dry humping

"I bet I'm stronger than you" yeah okay

He like it when you bounce on ittt

Picking you up with ease

Curing that attitude with backshots

"I missed you so much" riding edition

He received one attachment: "Thinking of you❤️"

He pissed you off so now you get to use him

Showering together to "conserve water" ...right

Good old fashioned creampie

Quickie while on a mission

The serum increased his sperm count