[M4F] Script: The Huntsman of Caedes

<Fade> Hmmmmm, I could do that. Sure, of course, why not? I can do anything *chuckle* theoretically. But, do I want to? That sounds like something you want, and something you need. So let’s make a little deal, hmmm? If that’s what you want, then listen closely:

In the north of the island, there’s a small village, tucked away in the forest. It will take you two days to walk there, so you better leave soon, and by soon my sweet little pet, I mean the moment I stop talking, understood?. And in this forest, maybe a few hours from the village, tucked between the trees, far enough away that all the sounds fade away, and everything looks a little too similar, lies a simple cabin, and inside of that, a not so simple man.

Ah! Shut. That. Mouth. I’m not done yet, you bitchy witch. I want you to spend two nights in this forest. Starting the day after next. That is all.

*chuckle* I did mention the man, yes. No, he’s not a part of our deal… but he would be a good thing to remember, if you want those two nights to be anything less than…. Well, dreadfully fatal, perhaps.

*sounds start to fade as Fade continues talking (how many times can I use Fade in the same sentence? Fade starts to fade, etc).

*forest sounds start to fade in, listener walking, essentially time skip to them wandering through the forest.*

(maybe sound of arrow going zoop and hitting some poor fuckin animal? And then birds making the classic fluttering away noise?)

*Freddie - which, since I know people will read this, is the nickname that the DnD party I had came up for this NPC, and it’s so much shorter than typing out Friedrich each time, so that’s what Imma type - walks into the scene, and is talking for the rest*

[generic listener responses look like this, so that I can respond accordingly]

Damn. That would have been food for the week, if you’d have stayed still a moment longer.

*sigh*

You must be lost, dumb, or both, to be this deep in the woods, girl. I can help with one of those three, but the way you’re dressed and the expression on your face tells me it’s likely the last.

I am the man from “that tavern”, aye. The tavern that, after you wandered in, half the patrons thought some fisherman’s drowned wife had crawled out of the lake just to berate them some more. And the other half, of course, was wondering why the ship-wrecked wench hadn’t bothered changing her clothes.

*huff* Then you mustn't have looked hard enough; outsider or not, Extempore still has the decency to provide something, when one’s rags look worse than the beggars’. It’s not important though, I suppose. You’re better equipped now, at least, but not enough for this neck of the woods.

*starts to walk off*

Do you know your way back? *pause* I thought not. Follow me then, that doe’s long gone but I can wait till tomorrow. Come on.

Hey! Are you deaf and dumb? Move your feet; if you stay here past nightfall there’ll be another “d” added to that list: dead.

*puff* Don’t grin like that. You’re a newcomer, intentional or not, so perhaps you don’t know, but there’s not much left in Extempore that’s worth smiling like that for.

No, not with my attitude. Not with anyone’s who’s been here for over a month. You’d have to be blind to not see it. It ain’t the same country anymore.

Oh, I’m sure every old crone and man that’s gone grey will say the same. Anyone will when the younger generations start coming to power. I’m not that old, not yet, but I don’t have to be, to ‘ave seen this island turn from promising kingdom, to a cursed and avoided piece of rock. And before you go an’ spit out another blatantly naive and contentious comment, let me ask you: how much death did you pass when you set out from the capital?

None? *laughs* Not expecting that question, were you? Think again before you speak. It’ll be a good lesson to learn while you’re here. And, if you need your memory jogged again, I’ll ask another: you saw that house next to the bar, didn’t you?

*chuckle* Not with that response you didn’t. Is your mind that  clouded? Come on, girl. There wasn’t much of it left. A few blackened pillars, standing no taller than I. Soot spreading like the oil that had coated it a few nights before. Ashen footprints from the relatives, desperately refusing the word of the guards, that there had been no survivors.

Ahhh, you did see it then, didn’t you? What, just a casual glance over it? A regular, freak accident. It happens so rarely, doesn’t it?

Mmmmmm, doesn’t it?

No, you saw at least one soiled plot, perhaps a bit more clear than the first. Two, in the same city? Within the same week? Perhaps it’s chance.

*chuckle* It is strange, isn’t it? No, there was no storm, no lighting. Not that recently. But I’m not done, because the look on your face tells me you aren’t quite worried enough yet.

You came from the barracks, didn’t you? Not sure where else they’d house a shipwrecked tramp. You passed the lake then. Did you hear it?

The noise.The voices. The wails and cries of mothers and wives. Fishermen drown; it comes with the occupation. But most are clever, and understand the water. They do it for a living; if the depths were to claim too many, no one would do it. But now it seems every day, Hell, twice a day or more, a body is pulled, bloated, pale, already missing flesh from the fish.

I’d wager that’s not all that’s passed your eyes. Whether or not they’ve been open is another story, I suppose.

Oh, have you now? Finally starting to think?

Sure, a farming accident. I’d comment on how common those are too, by people who work the fields day in and day out, in a nice monotone, sarcastic tone, but it seems that you’re starting to -

What? What’s this? This is my home; I wouldn’t head towards just any cabin in the woods. I may know these woods better than most, but I still have to collect my bearings. The town is another few hours past it.

The days’ been draggin on, just like your feet, true. What point are you making?

*humph* Maybe you’re brighter than you let on. No, the sun’d be down in an hour, if that. If we keep at the pace we’ve kept, it’d be dark before we’re even half way.

*silence* I only have one bed, and the floor’s got no comfort in it’s planks, but I won’t leave you out here at the mercy of nature. It has little left to spare. We best get inside and settled while there’s still some light.

*going inside sounds or something, idk. Change of scenery from forest to cozy lil cabin*

END OF YOUTUBE SFW

What else would I mean by the floor’s rough? It won’t be a pleasant night’s what I mean. Where else would you sleep?

*Almost shock, then laugh* Do you try to sleep with everyone you pass by? Or, is it finally your turn to talk to me like I’m the daft one?

Oh? You didn’t mean it like that? Or have you just never been called out before?

Oh come on, now, don’t pretend to be so flustered. Your face is already burning up, you knew what you said. That’s the second time now, don’t think I didn’t catch you scoff earlier. Not to mention the amount of time you spent gawking around in the tavern.

Mmmm, then what would you call it? You seemed to get very heated and wide-eyed quickly. I know you think you were being clever, subtle, and undetected, but I’m a hunter, girl. A good hunter always knows when the prey is looking.

And the prey tends to know when it’s been cornered.

*laughs* But maybe that hasn’t happened yet. Well, if the floor turns you away that much, I suppose one night on it won’t kill me.

What do I mean? I know I may look rough around the edges, but I hope I know how to be a respectable host still. The bed is all yours, whenever sleep takes you. I’ll roll some furs out on the ground for myself.

You seem mighty lost all of a sudden. What are you expecting to happen? To get pinned against the wall?

What, just like that? No words, no movements, just instinctively tear your clothes off? No.

Why not? *chuckle* ‘Cause you haven’t asked yet.

What if you did, who knows?. What if I turned out to be some big, horrible monster that would rather eat the skin from your bones, than the nectar between your legs? You can think about it all you want, but it’s a different story when it actually happens.

Good girl. Well, since you did ask, who am I to deny a guest? *thud against wood*

Was that so hard? Opening up and saying what you wanted? *chuckle* Hmmmm, but now you look like a doe that’s realized it’s stuck. The only thing that’s moving is your heart, fluttering under that lovely chest of yours. You did ask me to do this, did you not mean it? Or are you too used to men who don’t act on their word.

*Chuckle* Don’t you worry, I won’t make you decide everything. There’s no fun without some balance, right? Since you had to go first and tell me what you wanted, it would be my turn, right?

*up close and whispery* Kiss me.

*pause* No? Well, maybe I was - *interrupted, and some good good kissin’ noises begin*

*Chuckle, then talking between kisses* For a moment there, you had me thinkin’ I’d guessed wrong, girl.

*Chuckle* Well, try to not scare me like that again; you can really do a number on the heart, you know that?

*Laugh* Oh, I’ll have to do a number on your body, to get you back? Hmmm, I don’t know if that sounds fair… But it certainly sounds fun.

But, if you’re going to start talking like that, *shuffling noise, then closer* Shouldn’t you be a little closer? *smooch session for a bit more, before belt buckle noises*

*chuckle* Unless you’re looking to attack me with my guard down, I think your hand might be sliding a little off direction; that’s my dagger, girl. It might be just as just as hard, but - *grunt* That’s better. No hesitation now that you know what you’re holding, hmm?

Well, if you’re going to let your hands roam, I’ll let mine do the same. After all, you’re spreading your legs already. Were you trying to lure my hand in? Or maybe something more? Mmmmm, my hand will have to do for now though, until you whimper and ask for more.

*chuckle* I said whimper, not gasp. I’m not sure what you expected though, grinding against my fingers, of course they were going to slide in. Or, is it me holding onto your ass, and pulling you closer, with two fingers pulling up into you at the same time, that you were surprised about.

*kissin and gruntin and moanin for a lil bit*

Mmmmhm, had enough of the cloth? Are all those furs in the way of what you want? Let me help you *belt buckle and clothes falling to the ground* *laugh* Do you like admiring it that much? You were so rough and quick before; does seeing me bare and throbbing for you, make you pause?

Ah-ah, not so fast. *chuckle* Oh, I won’t turn down watching your head bob up and down on my cock, but I said I liked a bit of balance, didn’t I? With the way your hands curled through my beard, and your lips brushed against it; would you want to feel it against *this* pair of lips, and see you glistening on all over my face after?

*laugh* Don’t let your legs give out that easily. I know my fingers must feel good in there, but I can’t carry you by your cunt. *bed creaking sounds* Come here. Oh, don’t look so cautious. What, do you think you’ll hurt me? *laugh* Girl, I’ve fought off bears in the night, wrestled wolves away from my food with my own hands, and chased down an elk after the first shot missed. Maybe it would be poetic if beauty such as yourself could maim me where nature couldn’t, but I’m hardly a poetic man. Now *spank* give me that ass to shove my tongue into, and stop worrying so much. Your mouth should be busy with something else too, remember?

*groan & moaning from here on out*

There, that’s better. Hmmmm, it’s even better up close. The way you look, the way you taste and feel, and your intoxicating smell.

*chuckle* Hmmm, maybe I should talk about it more. The way your hips twitch and buckle, you grind that pretty cunt deeper into my face. I hope it doesn’t tickle too much.

Hmp, is that your response? To take me even deeper? You’re going to make this hard to focus, but maybe that’s your goal? Well, I can go a little deeper too. *more muffled* I know it’s not the cock you’re thinking about, but my tongue can move around inside you a bit. I’ll just have to spread these cheeks apart a little more… *chuckle* And now you really are dripping all over my face. Nuh-uh, don’t you think about backing off ‘cause of that comment. I wouldn’t have asked for this if I didn’t like it, would I? That’s it, good girl. You can settle a bit more on me; get comfortable.

*groan* Gripping at my balls while you suck isn’t what I had in mind when I said comfortable. Fuck, you are good at this. *slight growl* Well, if you’re going to give more of my body attention, it’s only fair that I do the same, isn’t it? And seeing your winking, tight ass in front of my face… It’s almost begging for a finger. *chuckle* Can you feel that? My tongue in your pussy, pressing against my fingertip in your ass? Rubbing together, through the skin?

*grunt/huff* But if you keep at that, you won’t get what you asked for before. You might be able to cum all over my face and be ready for more, but if you drain me like that, I’ll have to rest, girl. It’s been too long since I’ve had someone like you.

*laugh* I suppose I haven’t completely had you yet, true. Is that what you want then? Alright then, flip on your back; I want to look you in the face.

There, is that better? Like I said, seeing yourself glisten off my face. Lean in? *chuckle* I’m glad you’re not afraid to taste yourself. Or are you hoping to taste my lips some more?

*laugh* Oh you are eager, aren’t you? I know where your tight, fuckable opening is. I was just trying to tease the entrance, but if you want me so badly that you’re trying to guide my cock, then… *sex groans till the end, hurray* Who am I to say no.

Fuck, you feel even better than you tasted. Mmmm, and your mouth tastes twice as sweet now. *chuckle* and, I guess I’m not the only one glistening. You worked up a sweat, didn’t you. Mmmm, I like that though. Seeing you hot, flustered, but also fired up and ready to go. *grunt* Just like that. Pulling me closer, can you not get enough? *closer* Well, I can’t either, so I’ll let you. I let you rest your body on me; do you like it when I do the same? Pressing you further into the bed, so that I can focus on just one set of muscles, instead of holding myself up at the same time?

Let me just, slide my hands under you, in the small of your back; there. Is that better? Having me pull up on your hips at the same time I thrust down into them? It’s not going too deep, is it? Or is that the part you like? Your body being pressed into, while your hole gets completely filled up?

That’s a good girl, hold on tighter, grind your hips into me. I can feel you rocking and shifting my shaft around inside of you. Are you using it to hit that tender, sweet spot, where it just feels too good to stop?

I hope so. I don’t want you to stop. Not yet, girl. Not till my body gives out, and your legs are shaking till you sleep.

*groan* What’s that? Starting to lose yourself? No, that wasn’t too hard; rake your nails across my back as much as you can. It’ll only make me fuck you deeper.

That’s it, good girl. You’re getting louder. Can you tell that I’m getting closer? Can you feel my cock throbbing and twitching with each thrust? The way your pussy clenches around it, how smoothly it slides in, and holds it there each time your hips roll. And your hands on my back; it’s like you’re holding me in place, until you get what you want. Is that what you want? To feel me cum, to watch my body shake and shudder, knowing that it is because of you?

*chuckle* Oh no. I asked a question. I won’t do it unless you answer, remember? I told you what I wanted, when you rode my face. Mounting you was something mutual.

But if you want to feel that. If you want to hear me moan, as my hips buckle and cock shoots that warm cum that you seem to want so badly, then show me. Tell me. What do you want?

Mmmm, you want what? Maybe I’ll just pull out, and empty my balls over your stomach.

No? Well, speak up then, what do you want?

That wasn’t very convincing. I’ll give you one more chance.

Good girl.

*thrusting increases and improv till finish*

Fuck… You are a wild thing. A fucking wonderful, wild thing. That was incredible. You… you’re incredible.

*chuckle* Of course it’s fine if you stay there. My bed would feel awfully empty, if you decided to sleep on the floor after all that. No, no. The night’s late; stay and rest all you need to.

THE SECOND NIGHT

<Fade> The first night gone past fine, your poor heart beating faster than usual perhaps, but that wasn’t a bad thing, was it? And what about me? Your ever-faithful guide? Perhaps a little more trust? I didn’t lead you wrong, did I? No? I know I didn’t. You see, little pet, I want you to succeed. I want you to live. I want you to strive.

*more venomous* But I also need you to learn. To learn oh so many things, that I have this sinking feeling I can’t really teach you with my words themselves. I would if I could, but oh, how many times have you cast those aside? No, precious witch. I think you have to see. You have to feel. Before you really begin to understand.

Our lovely little huntsman helped with that a bit, didn’t he? You seem to trust Friedrich’s word over mine, but maybe that’s just because you prefer his looks. Still, it made you think, I could see that. It made you wonder. I know it did. You don’t have to say anything.

But it’s still lacking. The real feeling of what should be here. The emotional undertone of it all, as if it were some well written book - oh wait, it was, not like you’d know. *chuckle* Perhaps I was a little cruel, though of course you haven’t actually seen that part yet, and maybe in the future I’ll be a little more fair with these deals we make. But…. No. That’s up to you, to discern what you’re agreeing too, instead of just feeding that greedy hunger.

Enough of me though, of course. You still have work to be done, and another sunrise to wait for. Make me proud, won’t you, dear little thing?

*Fade fades away…. Lol, k Jasper*

*Wooden door creaks/swings open*

Eh? Oh, it’s you *chuckle* What are you doing back here so soon, girl?

*laugh* I suppose it can get a little lonely in the woods, how could I say no to….

Hmmmm. It is very soon, though. You haven’t even been gone one night. It was just the previous that I found you in that forest. I thought you said you’d be back in a few days. Not half of one.

Ermmmm… any other night, and no, it wouldn’t be an issue at all. Tonight though… *searching for an answer*

I was not planning on being here. And, well, it’s not the wisest to spend the night out here, alone.

I know I do it all the time; it’s not smart for me either, but it’s how I’ve learned to live.

I… It’s not that easy. It’s not like there’s an animal to hunt, sure, I could decide to do that a different day, and warm my bed with you again. Tonight though…

Why do you laugh about the moon, as if it were a joke, girl? There’s not much funny about it. The moon does many things, and tracking the time is one such. Not many can recognize exactly when it’s at its fullest. But you are right about that being tonight.

You hesitate. I see the look of confusion. If I could explain, I would, but now is not the place, and certainly not the time. If you go quickly, you can make it back to the village.

Listen! I trust you, I respect you. I hope you think the same of me, and… understand why this might shake that feeling, but I am asking you, for your own sake. You are new here, to this land of Extempore. There are many things you do not know. It is good you have begun to ask questions, but do not risk your safety.

I am serious! Please, believe me.

A what? I have never heard that word before.

Were…wolf? I… Listen, you can tell me about your stories tomorrow.

What do you mean you want to see? To watch? Girl, I don’t care what children’s tales or legends you’ve heard. If you value your life even half as much as I do, then get out of here! The sun is already setting, you don’t have much time!

How can you help? You don’t even understand. Please, your time is running short. If you can help at all, it will be by leaving, locking the door, and sprinting for the nearest house.

*grunt in pain* Damnit, do what I say! I’m trying to save you! Run! *last word comes out more of a growl*

*door opens, running sounds, forest passing by*

*in the distance a cry of pain, and running slows. Footsteps come to a halt, and then slowly start up again. Maybe have the sound of a bird passing to desperately try to indicate reverse of direction?*

*creak of door*

What? I thought you ran, why are you back?

I know I’m in pain, damnit. Do you not want to live? Why the Hell did you come back?

*breathing and voice start to get more haggard*

Don’t! Don’t take one step closer. *growl in anger* And don’t you stand there, stuck in fear! Stories or not, I told you, you’ve never seen anything like this before, you dumb thing. Why are you watching?

Girl! Every second that you stand staring is a second that I lose control over my own body. Do you see the hair? The blood from my nails as they grow and turn to claws? The twisting of my mouth moving to a muzzle? I’m a damn good hunter, lass, but in the forest, and in the darkness, the wolf rules all. And it is the one wolf that I lose my fight against, every fucking time I have to face it!

Run, damnit, or do I have to chase you away?

*snarl/growl, and then running sounds start again*

Fuck!

Damnit, you fucking idiot, why would you wait so long? Why wouldn’t you listen? I… *roar? growl?* Can’t your legs move any faster than that?

You have to. You have to run faster. You damn bitch, it’s too late. You can’t let me catch you, do you understand? I have to chase you…. I… I can’t stop it. But if I catch you… if I grab you. Run faster!

*chuckling growl? Is that a thing?* If I catch you… I wonder how you’ll taste.

*footsteps stop, listener either trips or hits a tree?*

*silence for a bit*

*aaaaand then, oh sweet jesus please say you can find that one fucking resonating growl sound effect that you’ve been picturing just for this cause I’ll cry otherwise*

Why did you stop? Was it not fun? Did you not want to run further? Does it not feel good? The adrenaline. The rush of it all. The thrill of the hunt. The beating of your heart, threatening to burst in your chest, as it cascades that sweet… red wine through your veins.

Won’t you let me taste it? Won’t you let me taste you?

You tasted so good before, you tired little thing. Can’t you imagine how you would be now? Covered in sweat, knocked down in the dirt, pinned against a tree. Where better to have you?

*gnashing of teeth*

Won’t you get up? Won’t you fight back? What….

What… Is that… That smell. It’s stronger than your sweat, than your fear. And it’s just as sweet as it was before.

You filthy fucking animal. Are you spreading your legs further apart? Have you caught on to what’s made me pause? Or was this your fucking plan the whole god damn time?

You’re too insatiable. You couldn’t just have me as myself, not once you knew. Do you want to get ravished that badly? To wake up, covered in cuts and bites, stretched and worn, beside me, with memories of the beast you tamed?

Though maybe I’ll be the one taming the beast, with that expression on your face, and putting you in your place.

Is that it? Is that what you are? My fucking bitch.

Just a whimper in response? You were so full of life a minute ago, where’s it all gone? Have you gone and gotten distracted? Letting your eyes wander over the form in front of you. It is familiar enough that you know where to look, and what you want, but enough a stranger that it excites you. I can see it. No longer a human, but with enough distance from a wolf that you feel no shame.

Well, go on then, my trapped prey. You see what you want, but all I see are your wide eyes. The smell is tantalizing, but I will lose interest if you act dead.

*chuckle* There you go, some sort of movement is better than none. What a good girl, wild little thing. Finally, realizing how overdressed you are? Then go on. Show me what I want, and tell me what you need.

*growls very close to ear* Good girl.

*and, let the smeschxy sex noises commence*

Gasping out? So full of surprise? You can’t show me your breeding hole, wet and leaking, begging for me to enter it, and expect me to do anything but, can you? Or is it the feeling that took you by surprise? Is it bigger than before? You were staring at my cock for so long, I thought you would understand that.

The humanity is gone tonight, my prey. The human that would hold back, caress you, and move gently. You knew that. You asked for that, with your own voice. And now your arms and legs wrap around me, as I tower over your body, as if you know exactly how little I plan to hold back.

You like that? You want more. To feel your body pressed into the ground, my chest against yours, forcing the breath out as I slam my body down, forcing you to breath with the rhythm of my hips. Deep, but not slow; I promise, my prized catch, I will let myself go. So do the same, you gorgeous fucking animal; I know what you want, I know what you are, show me that I’m not the only feral beast, rabid with the urge to fuck and breed. To make your own cunt ache, grinding against and milking my cock, until your body is shaking and your mind is breaking! Open your mouth, let the noise out. Can’t you hear how I sound for you? How good you feel, how tightly you pull, the way the rock of your hips keeps me on my knees above you?

That’s it, you wild fucking thing. You had no shame before, so lose your sense of self, your worry of guilt. Who will hear you scream? Who will notice your cries? Beg me for more, and I won’t stop. Not until I can. I will ravish your greedy mound until my muscles give out, and all I can do is lie here, as you feel me inside. This is what you wanted, this is what you needed. Do you feel me? Every inch? The way my claws tighten around your waist every time my cock fills you to its base, my balls swing and press into your pussy, my hips audibly ram into yours? My exhale, the grunt, the way my body stiffens every time I do it?

Because I feel you too. I feel you clench around me, I see your back arch, your eyes widen slightly, you twitch as if it could open further, your stomach tense. Fuck, you look so good. *licking/biting sounds* the sweat gleaning off your body, your tits glistening in the moon, and your god damn eyes, staring back at mine between the moments that they rock into your skull, as if you were trying to drag me further into the intoxicating, hypnotic trap that is you. The stench that comes from our cum, our bodies, as they press together. You don’t know how dangerous this spell you’re casting is, you vicious bitch. This isn’t something you can do to a beast, and expect to walk away.

I will hunt you, every night, every day, every moment you breathe. I will stalk you until you are alone, and corner you like my meal. And then I will take what I want, when I want it, as often as I need it. *growl/laugh* I know that’s what you want, you don’t have to agree. You don’t fuck someone like this, and *not* want more. You can keep screaming it all you want, I know you’re mine! I know you want me, and fuck, do I want you. Again, and again, and again.

*growl* Harder, faster, you depraved fucking savage. That’s it, bite me, scratch me, mark me if you can! Tear my back to ribbons, leave your teeth scarred in my neck, coax the beast into further madness! See what the limit is for how far you can push me, to push your own body further in what it can take. Lift your hips off the ground, thrust back onto me, make my shaft reach those spots that so desperately need to be pushed, need to be ground against. Rub your clit on my waist, grind it into my muscles. Let your body cave against mine, use it as you can, because you know I’m using yours. You can feel me chasing my own pleasure. You can feel the thrusts, the speed that the head of my cock pulses in and out, deep and fast, throbbing, pulsing, getting hotter from your cunt. Isn’t that what you want? You feel my chest heaving, watching my face contort, my muscles tense, my jaw clench, feeling my hands hold you tighter, grip your body closer. Knowing that I can’t hear you, seeing my eyes pierce into yours, no longer staring at your body, but only at you. Gazing into the longing that stares back at me, focusing on our yearnings. Feeling all my restraint give away, as you’ve let me fuck you for too long? All I can feel is the urge to cum, to fill you up, to reach the climax that we both need so fucking badly?

Tell me! Your body shows me what I need to see, but your moans are drowned out with my own. Scream for me, my prey, my wild catch, my fucking mate. If you want me to let loose so badly, then stop holding back yourself! Match my intensity, I dare you to! Louder! Louder! Lose yourself, forget your surroundings. All there is, is me and you. My body and yours, our desire and power to fill it. Let me fill that hole, let me ease that lust, let me feed that hunger!

That’s it, my girl, my catch, my mate, mine. More, give it to me. Give yourself to me. Don’t you dare stop, not yet. I can see it, you’re so close. Harder! Faster! Go until your muscles scream, fight until your body breaks.

That’s it. That’s it! *growling, and a lil bit of improv till finish*

*Panting sounds until collapse?*

Your eyes are darting around too much for one who should relax.

*chuckle* The woods are never, girl. I thought you’d have figured that out after tonight. But the cabin is a ways off, and even if I could find my way in this state, my legs wouldn’t carry me more than but a few steps. So lay here, under my arm, and watch the stars go by. The wolves won’t bother us tonight. Not more than they already have, at least.