Alex

ALEX

I t's sweaty and hot. I discard my jacket as I race through the trees and undergrowth in the dark, lit only by the clumps, seemingly everywhere, of apros, all of whom are having a very good time.

My thighs are slippery with need for Sylas. Being chased should absolutely not be hot as in sexy but fuck, it is!

My dress snags on a branch and without stopping, I pull it over my head, and it's gone too. Because if I'm going to have a massive Gryn gladiator bearing down on me with two "swords" at the ready, why not be prepared?

What is he going to do when he catches me? I'm panting hard with the exertion already, but my mind is going places I didn't even know existed.

Up ahead, the forest gets denser, with smaller trees in among the huge ones, slowing my passage. It's darker in here, only the occasional apros dancing through the gloom. I spread myself against the trunk of a huge tree, sinking into the soft moss which grows up the bark, and attempt to stifle my heavy breathing.

So I can hear Sylas coming. The feel of his teeth scraping up my neck is still raw and the way my body reacted…can't be real.

He is a predator through and through. He could do anything to me, anything he wants. And in the fragrant, humid dark of the forest, I want him to do with me what he will.

A branch cracks somewhere in the night. Is it Sylas?

I risk a glance out into the night, my eyes finally adjusted, but not enough it seems, as all is blackness. I turn back.

Huge arms plant on either side of my head, claws thunking into the wood as if it's paper. He drags them down, leaving huge gashes. Sylas is entirely monstrous, feral, and as naked as I am, save for my knickers, and they're so wet I may as well not be wearing them.

His cocks jut out, separated and ram rod straight. Pre-cum drips from them both as he heaves out heavy breaths, muscles rippling.

I go to duck under his arm, to get away, and a vast hand curls around my throat, pinning me in place firmly, gently as a growl rumbles from deep within him.

"Female," he says, scenting the air. "You shouldn't have run from me."

I squirm, and his cocks fountain more pre-cum.

"And the more you try to get away, the more I will take from you," he adds, eyes blazing with reflected bioluminescence.

It seems his presence has somehow drawn in the apros. They're filling the air above us with their slow, circling dances filled with sex.

Silas trails his hand down my writhing body, a claw pricking at a nipple, then an entire handful of the spiked appendages spanning over my abdomen until he reaches my knickers. He glares at me as if I'm spoiling his enjoyment, and in a single flick, I'm bare to him.

"Spread your legs," he orders, his voice a rasp dredged from hell. "Let me see what I have caught."

I don't obey, instead continuing to fight his grasp, putting my hands on his arm and pulling.

I may as well be fighting the tree I'm held against.

Sylas growls and shoves his knee between my thighs, pushing them apart. His cocks press against my stomach, the hot pre-cum gushing down over my mound.

"Bad little prey," he rumbles. "You'll pay for your failure to comply." He cups my pussy. "What do we have here? Wet for me?"

"No…" I say, adoring every second of our play, the way he is rough with me but not rough, the way his eyes are alive with the forest around us, the dark orbs a window to his lust-filled soul.

"Yes," he says through gritted teeth. "My little prey wants to be filled with Gryn cocks in all her holes."

I gasp.

He pushes his face close to mine, a wicked smile spreading his lips and revealing vicious fangs as his finger dips inside my pussy and the thick digit stretches me, his thumb circling my bottom hole.

"I need you stretched around both cocks, prey. You need to be punished for running and punished for being caught."

I gush with moisture, covering his hand as I shudder over him. Sylas removes it, and I groan at the loss. He lifts his knee to keep my legs apart as he raises it to his mouth and slowly licks off every last drop, loudly and salaciously.

"Tasty, just as I expected. But this doesn't mean your tight holes get a reprieve, prey," he says, dark and dangerous. "It means I get to take you slowly until you scream my name to the stars."

My body vibrates, as if he has me on an invisible string. He releases my neck, but before I can move, he captures both wrists and raises them above my head before gazing at me for a long time. All around us, the lights increase in intensity and brightness, the air filled with fragrance and numerous soft noises I can't quite place.

"Little prey to devour," Sylas says. "Little prey to plunder." He turns me around and releases my wrists at the same time he grasps my waist, knocking me off balance so I slam my hands into the soft moss on the tree. "Little prey to fill."

He notches his cocks at my entrance.

"Slowly," he rasps. "Because you have to take all of me."

My pussy gives easily as he breaches my channel. I arch my back up as he slides slowly inside me, a slippery thumb playing with my tight pucker, which is followed by his clawless finger breaching the ring of muscle, and I tighten.

"Breathe, little feather," he croons in my ear, hot body covering mine. "Breathe and let me in."

He withdraws a short way, and his secondary cock is pressed against my g-spot, sending everything haywire and my body pulsing around him. Sylas presses his advantage, working in his finger farther and then curling it so I can't even remember my own name.

The orgasm I experience is like being spun in a beautiful warm sea. I don't know which way is up, and I simply do not care. Not while Sylas is doing things to both my holes which are at once pleasure and pain, sheeting my vision to oblivion.

His slow, lazy withdrawal and return thrust, coupled with the movement of his finger, are beautiful agony, the pleasure death he promised being drawn out until his digit is removed and something much larger presses at my dark entrance.

"Hold on, prey. It is time for you to take all of me," he growls, and my body responds with a pulse I feel from the ends of my hair to the tips of my toes.

His main cock pushes back into my pussy as his second cock claims my virgin bottom hole. The stretch is intense, dark, and delicious as he holds my hips and slides himself in. The silky smoothness of his second cock is at once as delightful as it is different.

"Oh!" I cry out as he seats himself inside me. "Full," I gasp, entirely unable to move, my body wrapped around him, trapping him and luxuriating in him.

"My second cock is self-lubricated, for your pleasure, prey," Sylas says through gritted teeth. "But I can no longer go slowly, not now you have taken all of me."

All I can do is release a soft moan of encouragement because I can't do anything more, the orgasm I need hovering right at the edge of being. So, when he withdraws and plunges back, I'm gone, my limbs useless. He cradles my body in his strong arms as I'm mated to within an inch of my life and more.

"," he rasps. "You will be the death of me."

And then he comes, hot cum filling both my channels, my tight pucker pulsing as he shudders over me, my pussy milking his main cock for everything it can. I need Sylas, I want him, he belongs in me as I belong to him.

In this forest, in the dead of night, while all around us the apros continue their mating dance and many, many more apros are made.