Fun with the chase- another short from Killer

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They broke the kiss only when their lungs burned too hard to ignore, foreheads pressed together, mouths still wet and open. The woods were dense here. Thick underbrush, low branches clawing at their clothes, the scent of damp earth and crushed leaves sharp in their noses. Their hearts hammered in perfect sync, not just from the sprint but from the raw, electric knowledge that he was still out there. Somewhere behind them. Watching. Waiting.
He’d given them a head start. Not out of mercy. Out of hunger.
“Keep moving,” she whispered against her best friend’s lips, voice low and rough. The taller one, dark hair plastered to her neck and pulse fluttering visibly at her throat, nodded once, sharp. They didn’t bother straightening their clothes. Shirts half-unbuttoned from the frantic run, shorts hiked high on trembling thighs, bare feet already scratched and dirty. Prey didn’t get the luxury of dignity.
They pushed deeper into the trees, hands linked, bodies brushing with every hurried step. The kiss still lingered between them. Adrenaline and lust tangled so tightly neither could tell where one ended and the other began. Every snapped twig made them flinch closer. Every distant rustle made their cunts clench.
He found them the way a hunter always does. By the sound of their breathing, the heat of their skin, the faint, unmistakable scent of arousal cutting through the night air.
A low, almost amused growl rolled out of the dark behind them.
They froze.
Then ran.
He didn’t sprint after them right away. He stalked. Long, deliberate strides that closed the distance without hurry, forcing them to burn energy while he conserved his. Branches whipped their faces. Roots snagged ankles. The shorter one stumbled; the taller hauled her up without slowing, both of them panting now, soft desperate sounds spilling out of their mouths.
He caught the taller one first.
A hard arm locked around her waist mid-stride and yanked her back against a solid, unyielding chest. She cried out, half *** and half something darker, and the sound ripped through the trees. Her best friend spun, eyes wide, only to find him already there, free hand fisting in her hair and dragging her in close enough that their bodies collided.
“Caught,” he rumbled against the taller one’s throat, teeth grazing the frantic pulse. “Both of you. Just like I knew you would be.”
They thrashed on instinct, prey reflexes firing hard, but he was bigger, stronger, and he’d been hunting them for the pure pleasure of it. He ***d them down into the leaf litter together, knees spreading their thighs wide, one hand pinning both wrists above their heads while the other shoved clothing aside with rough efficiency.
The shorter one was already soaked. He dragged two fingers through her folds and showed them the glistening proof, then pushed those same fingers into the taller one’s mouth.
“Taste your friend,” he ordered, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “She’s dripping for this. Both of you are.”
She sucked without being told twice, eyes locked on her best friend’s face while he shoved the shorter one’s shorts the rest of the way off and drove two thick fingers into her cunt in one hard stroke. The cry that tore out of her was pure ***. High, broken, needy. Her hips jerked up to meet the thrust even as she tried to twist away.
He worked them like that for long minutes. Fingers fucking one while the other watched and licked, then switching, then pressing their mouths together so they had to share the taste of each other while he opened them both. Every time one of them tried to close her legs he ***d them wider. Every time one of them moaned too loudly he rewarded her with a sharper thrust or a slap to the cunt that made her see stars.
When he finally freed his cock it was heavy and flushed, the head already wet. He didn’t ask who wanted it first. He simply flipped the taller one onto her hands and knees, shoved her face down between her best friend’s spread thighs, and sank into her from behind in one relentless push.
The wet, filthy sound of it filled the clearing. She sobbed around the other woman’s clit as he bottomed out, hips slamming forward hard enough to rock both of them. The shorter one tangled her fingers in dark hair and held her there, grinding up against her mouth while he fucked her best friend like he was trying to break her open.
“That’s it,” he growled, one hand spanning the taller one’s hip, the other reaching around to pinch and roll her clit. “Take it. Let her feel every thrust through your tongue. You’re both mine now. Prey doesn’t get to decide when the hunt ends.”
He switched them without warning. Pulling free, dragging the shorter one onto her back, folding her nearly in half and burying himself to the hilt while the taller one was ordered to sit on her face. They came like that. One with a cock stretching her open and a tongue on her clit, the other with her best friend’s cunt in her mouth and a hunter’s hand fisted in her hair, holding her exactly where he wanted her.
He didn’t stop when they shattered. He kept going, slower now, deeper, forcing them through the oversensitivity until the second orgasm hit harder than the first and left them shaking, boneless, marked with teeth and handprints and the thick, sticky proof of how thoroughly they’d been caught.
Only when both of them were limp and wrecked beneath him did he finally pull free, ***ting their stomachs and thighs in long, hot stripes. He sat back on his heels and looked down at the two of them tangled together in the leaves. Breathing hard, mouths swollen, cunts still twitching and open.
A slow, satisfied smile curved his mouth.
“Run again if you want,” he said, voice low and dark with promise. “I’ll just hunt you down harder next time.”
They didn’t run.
Not yet.
They clung to each other instead, hearts still pounding, bodies still humming with the raw, filthy aftershocks of being prey that had been thoroughly, mercilessly claimed.

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Fuck that was hot

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I have a passion to write I usually just message people it but I never had the courage to do what you just did

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Disappointed that when asked to message someone, I obey and they never reply back. What is the point of requesting a message if you don't follow through? Just weak in my opinion, keep your comments to yourself if you don't intend to follow through.