Viefiends (NSFW)

Viefiends

 "You're not the best at hiding, sweetheart."

We were in the woods. A public park was near us, and it was midday, so relying on sound to find her wasn't going to help me much. I knew that she chose full camo for this day, and as much as I laughed at her cliché choice, it was apparently working. I rubbed my eyes with tiresome expediency, my biker gloves providing much more than removing my itch. The only thing that I had going for me was scent, and lord, did I know what her perfume tasted like, even.

Lavender...

Amber...

Cardamon...

THERE.

I rushed towards where the scent was strongest, a trail leading to an alcove. Branches broke with great force as my steel-toed boots crashed downwards, propelling me forwards. I need to win this stupid fucking game, I need my prize, I need to fuck my prize, I need her badly -

I found myself in a dead end, the trees becoming far too dense.

Wait, why the hell would she have gone into h–

I felt my legs give out from beneath me.

She tricked me. She swept her leg into the back of my knees, collapsing me. I was prone, on my back, and stunned – not just out of fear of how badly I was tricked, but the absolute beauty she ruined my pride with.

"Stay."

She was above me, her heel now on my chest. She looked down at me, her hair tied up in a pretty braid. She tilted her head and pouted her stupid little pout, as if in mocking pity. "Don't you know not to go rushing into places?"

Before I could answer, she was already on her knees, pulling down her gaiter, unbuckling my belt, revealing me, and immediately devouring me. I gasped loud, but instinctively covered my mouth. I could still see the people in the park through the trees. She giggled softly around me, and put me deeper into herself. It was so wet, so warm, and so tempting to submit to.

Snap out of it!

I slapped myself. This was a competition, and I was a sore loser. We both knew that. I gathered the breath she knocked out of me, and then I took hers, pressing her all the way down onto myself, forcing her to take it all. "It's not going to be that easy, my coyote," I said gruffly, then took hold of her braid. I yanked her head off of me, and smacked her on her cheek. "Why did you have to be so bad?" I questioned her.

"You motherfucking–" I slapped her again. "Quiet now."

And she obeyed, hesitantly, unwillingly. I dragged her by her arms over to the nearest tree, and leaned her against it. I knelt down to meet her eye level. "Do you know what I'm gonna do to you now?" She looked away. "So defiant," I said, grabbing her chin and forcing her to meet my eyes. "Do you know. What I am going. To do to you now?"
She shook her head. "Come on, coyote, you know better than that."

She must have seen the passion, the urgency, in my eyes, because she obediently opened her mouth. Two predators, where one becomes the prey.

"Good girl."

I stood up and pinned her arms against her, using the tree as a support to fuck her throat just like she deserved. She was already tearing up, whimpering as if she never had this happen to her. But I knew she could take much more. I began to speed up, ruining her purely for my pleasure, with no regard for her wellbeing, how her pretty makeup that she worked so hard on began to run with her tears. She choked, she gagged, and she accepted me as I invaded and finished in her throat. "God, how I needed that," I sighed, looking down at her as I slowly removed myself from her. She coughed violently, grateful for me granting her permission for air.

"Now stand up."

"H-huh?"

"You heard me, get up."

"Why the hell would I–"

"Get. Up."

She fell silent, then slowly rose. Her back was still against the tree, and she watched me as I slowly looked up and down her body, until my eyes settled on her waist. Until hunger entered my eyes. Until I pulled off her pants and panties, and my tongue entered her.

I had no fear if anyone heard us. I held her hands down by her side as I ate her out, enjoying every little taste I could get. She needed a punishment, after all, and I decided this one would be public humiliation. If anyone heard us, I wouldn't care. I loved hearing her, either way.

I went for half an hour, tempting her to scream her lungs out. Her legs grew weak, and she was having trouble standing. But it was long enough for me to get hungry for her again. I stood up, lifted her legs around me, and entered her. With a kiss, I began to rail her.

All I wanted was to teach her a lesson, but lord, I didn't realize how this temptress also turned me into a feral animal. I was pleasing her, and she pleased me – but I was growing weary. I was getting close, and began to slow down, but then –

"Come on, breed me."

She breathily whispered into my ear, and pulled me into her. I couldn't stop myself. I was in her trap, and with all my strength, I filled her up as she put her tongue in my mouth.

We fell next to each other. Tired, satisfied, we caught our breath. Laughing, she turned to me, resting her head on my chest. "We should do this again," she mumbled, and drifted off on my chest. And half–clothed, tired, and happy, I wrapped my arms around her, and joined her, with not a care in the world.