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The Hunter Finds Me

NEARLY TWO DAYS BEFORE:

At first I didn’t know why the panicked witches had chased me down in the woods. Why they were holding me down now.

The six of them looked furtively over their shoulders. Watching the woods fearfully.

“Quick. Do it. He’ll be coming soon.”

“He’s hungry.” Another one said. “I can feel his hunger.” She moaned.

“You’ll be feeling more than that if we don’t mark her.”

“Why?” I wailed. Kicking and fighting them. “Let me go! I don’t even know you.”

“We don’t know you either.” One hissed. Holding my arm down. “But you’re the first female we’ve come across. We need you.”

“We’re so tired!” Another one said mournfully.

“Why?” I looked at her in confusion. “We can’t sleep. Never sleep. When you’re tired, when you relax, he’ll find you. Enter you.” She whispered. A tear trailing her face as she petted my hair soothingly. “You can’t sate him. Can’t please him. It’s never enough!” She put her forehead to mine apologetically. “I’m sorry! So sorry. I can’t do it anymore! None of us can.” She sobbed. Petting my black bangs.

I writhed fighting them. But there was one on each arm and one holding each of my ankles.

The other was by the fire. Heating something in it. When she turned she had a hot iron with a strange symbol. The purposeful look she gave me, terrified me.

I struggled violently. Screaming. But she held my inner thigh and put the iron too it.

I lurched against their hold. Shrieking as I smelled my skin burning. Felt the white-hot pain.

“There.” They all stepped back. Releasing me as I curled into a ball. “’Tis done.” They exchanged a look. Then they all fled in different directions. Black cloaks flying in the wind.

What did they do to me? I sat up and looked at the strange mark on my inner thigh. I touched it and it stung hotly.

The blinding pain made me pass out. I slumped back to the dry fall leaves.


I’d conveniently passed out with my skirts still up. My wounded thigh exposed.

I awoke to a dark skinned man knelt between my thighs blowing on the mark.

I sat bolt upright but he palmed my stomach and shoved me back down.

“I’m helping you.” He said in a deep rumbling voice. “It won’t hurt now.” Still crouched between my legs, his eyes peering over my rumpled skirts, were warm amber.

I realized that strangely all I could see in the morning light was his head, muscled arms and the top half of his chest. The rest of him is invisible.

But magic isn’t foreign to this land.

“Not invisible, Zira. Just not substantial. I’m made of air and wind.” He grinned. A heart melting smile with perfect square teeth. Vibrantly white in the dark gold of his skin.

Then he hovered his face near my core, revealed by my lifted skirt, and inhaled deeply. “You smell delicious.”

Then he delved his face into my lower lips. Licking virulently. The pressure was hot and aching.

“No!” I objected. Kicking around him but unable to reach him on his elbows between my thighs. I lurched up to swing at him but he was gone. My hands only passing through where he’d been.

Still, I could feel his ministrations. The hot, wet pressure of his mouth was still there.

He jutted his tongue deep inside me and I realized it was too long. Broken into two parts that moved alternately.

I couldn’t see him. I looked around frantically. How can I fight off someone I can’t see!

I was beginning to panic.

His tongue worked expertly in my body. Curling to lathe my inner walls. Stroking viciously.

My body involuntarily responded. Back reflexively arching as I cried out in wild pleasure.

“Oh...” He paused, to look at me in interest. Head appearing again. Strange eyes now glowing gold in the dim light as he looked intently at me. Black hair curled over his forehead. But the back half of his head was gone.

Just a face floating between my legs.

And the fingers of one hand where he pressed down on my thigh. The rest of him was invisible.

“I’m going to have to feel that on my cock.” He crooned. “Soon.”

No you won’t! I couldn’t believe what he was saying to me. Doing to me.

“I’m going to do far more.” He vowed.

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