The Hunter & The Prey

THE HUNTER & THE PREY

Pyro

" W hat a pretty little pet, all alone in the woods," I announce myself as Val walks along the path we agreed on. It's dark out, the area only lit by the moon and the random jack-o'-lanterns along the way.

He pauses, his body stiff as he realizes this is exactly what we planned for. Eyeing the dark, he looks spooked, trying to see me in the trees, but he can't. He's blinded to the darkness of night.

"Tonight, you're not my husband, you're my prey." It's a taunt and he knows it. Regardless of what we agreed to, hearing a voice that isn't your husband's in the middle of the woods has to be terrifying.

He swallows, his cute pouty lips upturned with a little bit of fear. Good. That was the whole point of tonight's scene.

He's so fun like this, scared, at my mercy, desperate. That last one has my movements slowed. I've watched him all night, taking our nephew from house to house, getting him all the candy Xó will definitely confiscate.

Now, he's picking up his speed, nearly running, his feet padding against the forest floor as if he thinks he could outrun me. Even if not for my wings, I can see in the dark—and my dear husband cannot.

My prey shifts from foot to foot, twisting and winding, thinking I can't trace his every step. It's adorable. He's so precious, the taste of his fear making my cock swell and press against my slacks.

Sucking in the sweet scent of his strawberry aroma, I hum. This is the most thrilling thing either of us has done in months. We have a routine, but tonight, there's no work or duties.Just us: him running, and me chasing. His sweet ass, and my cock waiting to sink inside it. I close my eyes, relishing the excitement pumping through my veins.

"Oh, my sweet Valentine ," I singsong, elongating his name. The voice changer attached to the mask I'm wearing has me sounding more threatening than intended.

As a draegyn, let alone his mate, I can feel him. His emotions, his fear, and most importantly, his arousal. My prey wants me to catch him. Wants me to slam him to the ground and take what he's been begging for.

"I'm going to catch you," I taunt, readjusting my erection. Fuck, I want to rush him, but the anticipation is half the thrill of this scene.

He's smart to not respond, but the air is crisp with his strawberry sweetness, giving me a trail to follow and hunt. His breaths come out in loud pants, the sound of the earth crunching beneath him meeting my ears as I keep my stalking pace steady.

When the sound of his movements stops, I know he's either exhausted himself, or he's trying to hide. Either way, I need to motivate him. I want him breathless and dripping.

"Can't wait to get my hands on you," I toy with him. "Even brought my knife, can't wait to taste you, pet." I let out some deep huffs, more animal than man—not that anyone could confuse a winged creature with a man.

I hear a low "Fuck" in the distance and smile, knowing he's near. His loud breathing leads me right to him. Immediately looking up, I see my mate wedged in a tall tree. His face is sweaty, and I want to lick the anticipation off his cheeks, taste what I do to him.

Flapping my wings twice, I rise, floating right in front of him. He's such a grump, his permanent scowl one of the most attractive parts of him.

His tight leather jacket and ripped jeans have my entire body blazing in want. His eyes are dark and cruel. Tonight, he may be my prey, but I'm also his to torment. And he's so good at his role.

"I've found you, pet. You're mine."

He nods, and I smirk at the way he subconsciously bites his bottom lip, tugging at his lip ring. Damn, I'm jealous of his teeth, wanting to replace them with my own.

"Now, you can let me help you down and run, or I can take you in the air against this tree."

His eyes widen and I laugh, my voice not my own. "I think we should save the fly fucking for next year. Maybe even our first Christmas in the sleigh."

"You talk too much," Val grouses, making my cock twitch in my pants. His sass is part of the appeal, always giving back as much as he takes.

"Very well," I respond, gripping him by his throat, bringing his mouth to mine. I take it, shoving my tongue inside his mouth while he moans. As if remembering his role, he bites my tongue and I hiss, tasting the coppery tang of my blood.

"You're not going to catch me," he argues, then the brat fondles my wings, making me crumple from pure arousal. They're sensitive as hell, his favorite way to taunt and tease me, and fuck, when he licks them, I nearly come in my pants.

While I'm distracted by the shuddering of my body, he climbs down the tree. "Bye, stalker man, catch me if you can."

Then he's off, his feet padding down the darkened maze of trees. This time, I smirk, allowing him a head start. Of course he's going to need it.

My body shudders with pleasured anticipation. My prey knows how to play dirty. My wings still tingle from his touch. He's a fucking menace.

Game on.

Val

I'm not myself right now. Between the voice changer and the mask, I can't tell if I want to run away and be caught or run straight toward him so he can fuck my brains out.

My breaths aren't quiet, but hiding isn't entirely the point.

His wings flap in the background, his grunting and hissing only further making my skin prickle. My spine is ramrod straight as I pick up my pace, chills making my nipples harden.

As my feet pad against the ground, I hit something—a rock, maybe—and trip. "Fuck!" I yell, my knees hitting the ground hard. The growling of my hunter gets louder, turning into a snarl.

My heart hammers as I rush to get up and run all over again. Pain hits my chest from it beating so fast, but I swallow it down, letting the fear wash over me.

"Val, baby, just give in."

"Never!" I shout, knowing he's close. The flapping of his wings is so loud and so near that I can feel the thrust of their movement.

The trees blur around me, the moon highlighting the smallest sections. I've never been this sweaty and running has never been my choice of workout.

As I go to turn, I'm knocked down to the ground, and a heavy weight settles on me. "Got you." His voice is dark, raspy, lacking any empathy.

I wiggle, thrusting my legs forward to move positions. It's not doing much, he simply sits on my back with dark chuckles my only response.

"I'll never let you have me," I gasp, lifting my knees up and twisting, nudging him off of me.

Pyro turns with me, bringing a knife to my throat. "Uh, uh, uh," he tuts, the voice changer making him sound evil, crazy even. "Take off your pants."

"No," I hiss, shaking my head and growling at him. He tilts his masked-covered face, mocking me. It's maddening.

Bringing the blade over my skin, he slides it ever so slightly. "Red is such a pretty color against your coral flesh. Wonder if it tastes pretty too."

"Fuck you," I grunt, pushing into the blade. He doesn't back down, but his little chuckle only maddens me more.

Using what little leverage I have, I kick, making his arm go back. We tussle, me on top, using his own knife against him.

The laugh that escapes me can't be considered normal, but I can't let the mania go, laughing at the way his mask makes him look like a madman serial killer.

"What will you do now, prey?"

"Win," I challenge.

Without thinking of his hands, I'm too late to realize they have snuck upward, gripping my throat. "I'm the only winner here, Val."

That's the only thing he says before he disarms me, practically tossing me as he flips us both. His knees are pinning me down, holding my thighs open.

I wish I could see those green eyes, the dark ones that look more serpent than anything else. He hisses as I brush my tongue across his wings, knowing he's a weak man, lost to his own inhibitions.

"Not this time, pet. You may work magic with that mouth, but I will have you."

"No, you won't," I argue, writhing beneath him, wanting nothing more than to kick him off, if only just to feel myself lose.

His knife comes down on my chest, not hard, but deliberate. It slices down my chest, over my heart, and instead of yelling or screaming out in pain, I'm moaning and nearly coming.

"Such a little slut. I knew you'd beg to be taken against your will. You just pretended you were scared," he taunts, his hand cupping my weeping cock. "Yeah, you're going to bust from being fucked by a monster."

"Fuck you," I hiss, flexing my hips, somehow pushing him off-balance enough to get up and run again.

"That's half the fun, isn't it, baby? You fight, I fuck, and we both win." His taunt is so close to my ears, I swear I can feel his breath.

His hand grips my ankle and tugs, forcing me to catch myself. Grunts meet my ears as he unclasps his suspenders and pants. He doesn't hesitate, gripping my jeans and pulling them down so aggressively, I swear they rip.

No matter how hard I try, I can't hide my erection, it's weeping and so strongly scented with strawberries that it'd take someone without smell to not know how aroused I am.

"My sweet little prey, you're so wet for me. Dripping down your tip like a faucet. Good thing I'm thirsty," he growls, leaning down, tilting his mask from his mouth right before licking my cock. I'm whimpering as he takes me deep into his mouth before popping off. "Lost your fight?"

I hiss at him and attempt to stand, just to have him tackle me, his cock rubbing across my backside. "You can't have me."

He chuckles, still not fully removing his mask, and that makes this thrilling encounter so much hotter. "Do you like scary movies, pet?"

"No," I bite out, gnashing my teeth at him.

"Oh, but I do. The one where the masked man chases their victim, pins them to the ground, and fucks their brains out," he narrates, his voice getting breathier with each word.

"That's not how any scary movies go." I press back against him, nestling him between my cheeks. "I think you're watching too much porn."

He slips out of character and barks out a laugh, his hand coming around my waist to grip my hardened flesh. "Let's create our own."

I lift the bottom of his mask, take his face and force my tongue inside his mouth while he jacks my length several times, nearly making me see stars.

While he's distracted, I push him away and begin to run once more. "Gotta be smarter than that, stalker man," I taunt.

Pyro

I'm pretty sure my cock is hard enough to chop down a fucking tree. He is too good at evading me, too sassy to ever underestimate.

I run after him, having to hold my erection so it doesn't hit me every few steps. Val is panting loud, getting tired. It's in the labored breaths.

Once I chase him into a grove of trees, he pauses, looking for an escape. One he won't find. Instead of making my presence known, I coat my cock in the lube I brought with me and pin him to the tree.

There's no way this feels good against his length, the abrasive bark pressing into his flesh. He doesn't hiss in pain, no, he moans .

Pressing two lubed fingers between his cheeks, I press in, stretching him quickly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he hisses, pressing back into me.

"See, only sluts want more. And look at you, practically fucking yourself on my fingers."

He whines and I press a third digit inside, making sure to press on his favorite pleasure spot. His body can't handle the pleasure, back bowing forward as he groans.

"Don't… stop," he says, his voice ragged.

I fuck into him, giving no ounce of mercy, pressing my fingers and scissoring them to make room for me. With my other hand, I grip the knife, holding it to his throat. This time, with the blade out.

"Are you going to be a good little slut and take my cock, pet?" He nods frantically, and I pull out my fingers to slap his ass. "Use your words," I grunt.

"Yes, please, I'll be a good slut," he pants, his body shaking with anticipation. Lifting my length, I drag it up his crease. I'm throbbing from head to toe, knowing there's absolutely no way this will last as long as I want it to.

Spreading his cheeks, I sink inside. My body shudders while his tight hole envelops me, encasing my cock like it was made especially for it.

I use one hand to hold his hip, thrusting inside him with abandon. My entire body shudders as I piston my hips forward. He's crying out, begging me for more, and I can't resist. With need slicing through me, I toss the mask from my face so I can taste his slickened skin.

Dropping the knife, I reach around and grip his throat, bringing my mouth to his ear. "You're such a pretty slut, making me chase you all around the woods just to get my dick wet." I groan as he flexes around my length. "You're so good too, the best fuck I've ever had," I praise, kissing his throat.

"Please, Pyro, please let me come."

"Such a good pet, asking for an orgasm." With my free hand, I reach for his weeping length, wishing I were sucking him down, tasting his sweet strawberry cream. This will have to do, though. I need to finish inside him, watch as my cum slides out and down his legs.

Fisting his length, I use my lubed hand and pump him while keeping pace with my thrusts. "I'm so proud of you, pet. Taking my cock like a good boy, fighting me the entire way, and look at you now…" I trail off, tightening my hold on him. "Fucking my fist so good you're going to spray the tree with your release."

"Yes, yes, yes," he whines. "Please, Sir." His little whimpers have me seeing starts, so I fuck him harder, my hips slapping his ass while I take every ounce of fight from his body.

"Come for me, pet. Give it to me."

He moans as I thrust harder, mirroring my fist to my thrusts, and as he tightens around me, I come. "I'm coming," he hisses, his cock splattering my fist and the tree with cum while I empty myself inside him.

"Good boy," I praise, kissing his throat, his cheek, and then turning his head for his mouth. Val's aftercare usually consists of a ton of worship, kissing, cuddling, pets, and his favorite is spooning while I stay inside him.

Arranging us best I can on the floor, using my wings to keep him from the dirt, I spoon him, kiss his shoulders, and tell him how perfect and beautiful he is.

"I missed you," he says sleepily, his voice ragged. I kiss his throat and rub a palm down his chest.

"I've missed you, too," I admit, thinking of how busy we've been with work. We needed this. So fucking badly.

"Let's do this again." His voice is so groggy that I know he's nearing the sleep stage of his orgasm. He hits this subspace whenever we have a superlong and successful scene.

"Of course, pet. I'll mark our calendars," I promise, my eyes shutting of their own accord. "Happy Halloween."