Page 29 of Mutual Prey

He picks up his pace, a relentless, obsessive one that mirrors the way his fingers fucked my pussy. Oh, god, if this lasts as long as the fingering, I think Iamgoing to spontaneously combust.

Maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing… maybe dying around Finn’s cock would be, well…

The thought sends a surge of wetness to my folds, and even though they’re still half-numb, I bring my fingers to them, desperately hunting for release.

“Uh uh. Naughty girl.” Finn pins my arms back to my body with one hand. “You want to cum, naughty girl?”

“Ye-e-s…” I moan, as he continues to drive his cock mercilessly into my ass.

At once, he lets go of my arms just long enough to grab me under my thighs, lifting me up into a sitting position, then seizes my hands with his underneath my legs, trapping my body in that position. My thighs are resting wide open on his arms, my knees folded almost to my chest, and his every thrust hits so deep thatI lose any control I’d retained, and start to wail.

But then, he pushes me against the trunk again. Only this time, with my thighs open, the bark presses against my clit.

“Ohhh…fuck.”

The bark tortures my sore, half-numb folds. Finn rubs me over a smooth patch of wood, but it still feels rough as hell. I give in to it, sobbing from the turmoil of pain and pleasure that’s crushing me. Just when I start to wonder if it’s going to go on forever, I feel his balls tense against my ass cheeks, and ropes of warm cum fill me.

He stays in me for a while, his cock slowly growing soft, before pulling out of me and setting me down on the ground. Then he crawls beside me, wrapping his arm around me and cuddling me to him.

“You areinsane.”

“Right back at you,” he says again, licking me from my ear to my mouth, and then hungrily sucking on my lips.

“You’re disgusting, Finn,” I groan. “Like a wet, slobbery dog.”

“I can be wet and slobbery elsewhere,” he offers, bending down to lick my pussy.

I cry out. “No, Finn. No! You’ve already destroyed me down there. I need some time.Please.”

“Well, how much time do we have? You know, before you kill me.”

I glance at my watch. A bit more than an hour.Fuck.

I kind of want to keep him too. What’s wrong with me? I don’t have a choice. Ihaveto kill him.

He brings his face back to mine, kissing the spot right under my ear. “I want to fuck your tight little pussy again before you kill me.”

“Well, maybe you’ll kill me first. Then you can fuck me all you want… at least, my corpse.”

“I don’t want to kill you.”

I freeze, staring up at him. “What the hell?”

“I mean, I do,” he quickly corrects himself. “Just… not yet. I want to play with my little prey some more. So I guess, if anyone dies tonight, it’s me. I didn’t even bring a weapon. See?”

He shows me the ax I’d felt earlier. It’s made of hard plastic. It’s… a toy.

I guess that makes sense. I didn’t think about it after he started the fingering. I didn’t think of anything, really. But if he’d had a real ax, I guess all that fucking would’ve chopped me to bits.

“Too bad,” I say. “I would’ve let you fuck my pussy with your ax handle again. But I don’t want your cock. It’s too… small.”

I turn away from him so he doesn’t see my smirk.

“Little liar,” he breathes, stroking up and down my neck. “But that’s okay. I’m sure I can find something to properly stuff your sweet cunt.”

I’ve never been more raw down there, and yet, my wetness is currently ruining my Dior panties… and is threatening my Dior dress, too.

I know I’m breaking my own rules, but I want to keep this dress. I want to kill Finn in it, and then keep the blood-splattered clothes. Maybe Iamattached to him in a weird way. I always denied it to myself after that party in senior year of high school. And yet, the truth is,somethinghas always been there. I don’t want to just bury him and… wipe away all trace of his existence.