Memories
Amy was excited, she hadn't been to these woods for a long, long time. The air seemed brisker than the last time, there was no music playing, just the slow rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze and the smell of earth and night.
It wasn't the same this time, she wasn't a 16 year old, insecure bubblehead anymore. No, she was a grown ass woman, standing in a clearing, waiting to be stalked and tackled. She had always felt it in their previous play sessions, just like she had with Ryan. This pup had the heart of a wolf. Reno was always VERY primal, this seemed like a natural next step to Amy, even though Reno had been unsure about it (he didn't want to top from the bottom) but Amy knew he needed it.
She closed her eyes and inhaled the scents around her, earth, night, cold, sex. That was what came into her head as she opened her eyes again. She looked up the moon, beams of moonlight sifted through the trees cascading in a magnificent pattern at her feet. It was almost enough to make her forget what she was doing, then a twig snapped and brought her back into herself.
She felt a calm wash over her, she could feel every slight change in the wind, hear every sound from the breeze to the bats, taste earth and adrenaline. She was centred, focused and completely present. This was going to be fun, but not easy. She shifted into the shadows and out of the moonlight. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Reno sniffed the air, he could smell earth, cold and HER. She always smelled of sugared almonds, leather and sex. He would know that scent anywhere. His cock twitched as the scent hit his nose. He growled, as he usually did when his cock got hard, and closed his eyes to listen. Leaves rustling in the breeze, the breeze itself, no sign of where Mistress was. He knew she wasn't going to make this easy. He stepped forward and a twig snapped under his feet. He paused and listened again. Still nothing.
He sniffed again, to the left and to the right. Her scent was stronger to the right so he slowly moved that way. Ducking in and out of the shadows of trees, stalking her. Tonight, she was HIS prey, HIS to do what he wanted with. He had been hard all day thinking about how good it was going to be, pushing her to the ground, sinking his teeth into her soft, sweet flesh and mounting her from behind to show his complete Dominance over her.
He knew this was rare for her, she didn't switch with her subs, they were subs. The connection she felt to him must of been big. First, his collar and now this. The Hunt. He growled again, he saw her standing in the middle of a clearing, gazing up at the moon. He was entranced by how beautiful she looked in the moonlight. Not in her usual leather or vinyl, but this time in lace. He was looking forward to destroying that lace. Tearing it with his teeth, ripping it off with his claws. He took a breath to steady himself, the idea was intoxicating.
Amy felt he was close, she couldn't pinpoint where but she could feel him. It was taking a lot of her self control to keep herself hidden. She had been planning this since their first play session together. She took a deep breath and re-centred herself. He walked right past her, almost touched her. She pushed her back right into the giant tree trunk behind her and held her breath.
He was looking right at her, could he see her in the dark? It was highly likely. She had to make a choice and make it soon. Stay there and let it all happen or run and make him work for it. She knew she was going to run, the chase would be far more exciting than staying put and just letting him find her. She watched him closely and made a break for the other side of the clearing when he turned his head.
He howled as he turned to chase her. Amy moaned as she ran, that howl and those growls! They always got her going, running through woods in the middle of the night with wet thighs from being so turned on was not something she had ever thought would become normal for her, let alone something that would have turned her on. She didn't look back, she just stayed focused on not getting caught.
She dodged in and out of tree roots, rocks and various underbrush with ease. She felt him gaining on her, he could run a lot faster than her, even on all fours but she wasn't giving up easily. She laughed loudly and picked up her pace again. She had to hold in a long and loud moan when Reno growled again.
She was almost where she wanted them to be... THAT clearing. She dodged left, right, in, out and was almost here when a root hidden in the underbrush snagged her foot. "Fuck!" she yelled as fell forward, she knew better than to put her hands out and caught herself with her elbows. She turned around to see Reno slowly stalking up to her, even under the pup mask she could see him salivating, the look in eyes.
She bit her lip at him and he growled again. It always drove him crazy when Mistress did that and she knew it. He went in for the 'kill' with everything he had. His mouth was dripping in anticipation as he dug his teeth into the lace suit and began to tear. He heard Mistress moan as the first tear appeared in the lace suit, just to the right of her right breast, he had been dying to leave teeth marks on it from the first moment he saw it.
