Chapter 6: The Beast's Claim
The creature slammed into me.
No finesse. No warning. Just a brutal, piston-like drive of its hips. That monstrous, ridged cock tore into me, stretching my cunt wider than I thought possible. A raw, animal scream ripped from my throat, swallowed instantly by the crushing pressure of its furred body pinning me to the splintered wood. Pain, white-hot and searing, exploded up my spine. My knees buckled, held up only by the creature’s immense weight and the cabin wall.
"Get off! Fucking—!" My protest dissolved into a choked gasp as it pulled back, the thick ridges scraping my inner walls like sandpaper, then slammed home again. Harder. Deeper. Hitting something deep inside that sent a sickening jolt through my whole body.
Its breath, hot and reeking of carrion, blasted against my face. Yellow eyes, glazed with mindless rutting, fixed on mine. Its massive paws kept me trapped, claws digging into the logs beside my head. Each thrust was a hammer blow, forcing the air from my lungs, grinding my pelvis against the unyielding wood. The tearing sensation was constant, a burning stretch that threatened to rip me apart. My nectar, thick and cloying, welled freely from my abused nipples, dripping onto the coarse, dirty fur of its chest, mingling with drool. The sweet, corrupted scent seemed to drive it insane. It snarled, a wet, guttural sound, and fucked into me with renewed, savage fury.
My body betrayed me. Amidst the agony, a traitorous heat bloomed. The brutal friction, the overwhelming fullness, the insistent pressure deep in my belly… it sparked something primal, something the nectar inside me answered. Unwanted, humiliating arousal coiled tight beneath the pain. My inner muscles, slick with my own traitorous wetness and the creature’s pre-come, fluttered weakly around the invading thickness. “No,” I gasped, more to myself than the beast. “Stop… please…” The plea was useless, lost in the rhythmic slap of its furred haunches against my bare thighs, the wet squelch of my cunt taking its monstrous cock.
It felt endless. Each pounding thrust pushed a sob from my chest. I clawed at its shoulders, my nails finding no purchase in the dense pelt. My head spun. The world narrowed to the crushing weight, the tearing stretch, the slap of flesh, the overwhelming stench of beast and my own leaking nectar. The succubus’s whispers echoed in the chaos: Draw them. Hold them. Feed. This was feeding. A horrifying, intimate devouring.
Then, a change. The creature’s rhythm stuttered. A deep, shuddering groan rumbled through its chest, vibrating into mine. Its yellow eyes rolled back, showing milky crescents. Its thrusts became erratic, frantic jabs. The hot, thick shaft inside me pulsed, swelling impossibly further at the root. It was close. Now. The thought cut through the haze of pain and unwanted sensation. Drain it.
I didn’t know how to command it, only that I needed it. Survival instinct screamed. I focused everything – the fury at the violation, the terror, the crushing pressure deep inside my core where its cockhead hammered – into a single, desperate clench. I bore down with everything I had, my inner muscles spasming violently around the thick, pulsing intrusion. A vise grip deep in my cunt.
The creature threw its head back and roared. Not triumph. Agony. Its body locked, rigid as stone, crushing me. A scalding flood erupted inside me. Thick, viscous jets of come, hotter than blood, pulsed against my deepest core, filling me with a searing, alien pressure. I felt each spurt, each convulsion of its massive cock as it spewed its life into me.
As it came, something else happened. A sudden, icy suction deep within my womb. A pulling sensation, cold and hungry, yanking not at my flesh, but at something deeper—something vital from the creature into me. It wasn't pleasure. It was a hollow, draining void opening up inside my core, devouring the heat flooding me.
The creature’s roar cut off into a wet gurgle. Its eyes, wide with shock and sudden, profound weakness, met mine. The fierce, predatory light snuffed out like a candle. Its muscles, moments ago like iron cables holding me trapped, went slack. Its massive weight slumped forward, its still-spurting cock buried to the hilt inside me. The hot gush of its seed continued, but weaker now, a dying spasm. The sucking cold in my core intensified, pulling relentlessly. I felt the life draining out of it, a tangible current flowing from its shuddering form into that hungry void inside me. Its fur lost its coarse vitality, seeming grayer, duller.
Its yellow eyes dimmed, glazing over. The ragged, hot breaths against my neck slowed, then stopped entirely. The immense body pressing me against the cabin became utterly, terrifyingly inert. Just dead weight and cooling flesh. The spurting inside me ceased, leaving only the obscene fullness and the fading echo of that deep, cold suction.
Silence crashed down, broken only by my own ragged, sobbing breaths and the frantic hammering of my heart. The creature’s head lolled against my shoulder, lifeless. I was pinned, impaled on its softening cock, its dead weight threatening to crush me. Nectar still trickled from my sore nipples, mixing with sweat and the creature’s drool on both of us. My thighs were sticky with my own slickness, its cooling come, and streaks of my blood from the brutal taking. The coppery tang mixed nauseatingly with the sweet decay scent and the musky odor of spent beast.
Gritting my teeth against the sharp pain in my cunt and the deep ache everywhere else, I shoved with all my might. The corpse slid off me, collapsing onto the pine needle-strewn ground with a heavy thud and a sickening, wet sound as its cock slid free. I gasped, the sudden emptiness jarring, followed by a hot gush of its seed and my own fluids spilling down my trembling thighs. I leaned back hard against the splintered wood, sucking in great gulps of cold night air, trying not to vomit. My legs shook violently.
The skillet. My fingers found the familiar, solid wood handle where it had fallen beside my hip. I clutched it like a lifeline. My gaze swept the dark treeline. Nothing moved. But the woods felt different. Watchful. Hungry in a new way. The scent of my nectar, blood, and sex hung thick in the air. A beacon.
I looked down at the massive, gray-furred corpse at my feet. Empty. Drained. I did that. Not the skillet, not running. Something inside me. Something that fed.
A shaky breath escaped me, fogging in the chill air. Exhaustion warred with a terrifying, burgeoning awareness. The deep cold spot inside me, where I’d pulled its life, felt… satisfied. For now. But humming with potential. My leaking breasts throbbed in time with my heartbeat.
A dry, rasping chuckle sounded in my mind, colder than the night. See, little bait? You are so much more than prey. The succubus’s voice slithered through my thoughts, filled with dark amusement.
I pushed myself off the wall, wincing as my torn cunt protested. I stepped over the dead beast, my bare feet crunching on the cold ground. I kept the skillet low and ready. My eyes scanned the shifting shadows beneath the pines. A slow, predatory smile, unfamiliar and chilling, touched my lips. The scent trail was strong. The woods were full of beasts.
Who’s the predator now?