Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“You,” she gasped, her knuckles white where she gripped the bark of the tree. “I need you inside me. Please use your axe on me.”
With a guttural groan, I drove forward, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful thrust. The wet heat of her cunt engulfed me, her inner walls clamping down like a velvet vise. I stayed still for a moment, savoring the sensation of being completely sheathed in her tight, willing body.
“Fuck,” I snarled, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “You feel that? That’s a real woodsman’s axe splitting you wide.”
“Yes!” Kat cried out as I began to move. “Oh god, yes! Split me with your huge axe!”
I set a brutal, driving rhythm, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, my hips smacking against the soft flesh of her ass with every thrust. The forest around us filled with the sounds of our coupling—my grunts, her cries, the slick, wet slap of flesh on flesh. I watched my cock, glistening with shiny arousal, pistoning in and out of her, a reddened, furious tool claiming her again and again.
Her breasts bounced with the force of my movements, constrained by her dress. I wanted to see them, to feel them. I pulled out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and spun her around. Her cloak fell from her shoulders, pooling on the mossy ground. I yanked the front of her dress down, exposing her large, perfect tits, the nipples tight and rosy. I bent my head, taking one into my mouth, sucking hard, laving it with my tongue while my hand kneaded the other.
“Talon,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in my dark hair, holding me to her chest. “Oh, fuck, Talon.”
“That’s it,” I muttered against her skin. “Say my name. Tell me who’s fucking you.”
“Talon! You are! Your axe feels so good!” my blonde beauty wailed.
I lifted her, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. I braced her back against the tree trunk, using it for leverage, and slammed into her again. This new angle was deeper, more intense. Her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream as I drove into her, hitting that secret spot inside that made her entire body tremble.
“I’m going to come,” she choked out, her eyes rolling back. “Oh god, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!”
“Come for me, you little slut,” I growled, pounding into her relentlessly. “Come all over my big axe. Milk it with that tight cunt.”
Her orgasm hit her like a storm, a violent shudder that wracked her entire frame. Her pussy clamped down on me like a fist, fluttering and contracting in waves that pulled at my own climax. Her cries echoed through the trees, a raw, primal sound of pure, unadulterated release.
“Oooh!” Kat screamed. “Oh oh oh!”
I could feel my own climax boiling in my balls, a pressure building to an unbearable peak. “I’m going to fill you,” I gritted out, my strokes becoming erratic, losing their rhythm. “I’m going to plant my seed deep inside this pretty little cunt. No protection. Just my axe, bare inside your pussy walls, marking you as mine.”
“Yes! Do it! Come inside me!” Kat wailed, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Mmmm!”
With a final, brutal roar, I buried myself as deep as I could go. The world dissolved into a blinding white flash of pleasure as my cock erupted, spurt after spurt of hot, thick come flooding her insides. I held her there, pinned against the tree, my body jerking with the force of my release, emptying myself completely into her welcoming heat.
“Fuck!” I roared. “Oh shit shit shit!”
We stayed like that for a long moment, a panting, sweaty tangle of limbs, our hearts hammering against each other. The forest was quiet again, save for the sound of our ragged breaths and the distant call of a bird. I slowly lowered the blonde goddess to the ground, my softening cock slipping out of her, followed by a trickle of our combined fluids that ran down her inner thigh.
I looked at her, at my Kat, her blonde hair a mess, her lips swollen, her blue eyes hazy with satisfied bliss. She leaned against the tree, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face.
“Well, Huntsman,” she murmured, her voice husky. “I don’t think I’m lost anymore.”
I chuckled, pulling up my trousers. “No, Red Riding Hood. I’d say you’ve found exactly what you were looking for.” I reached down, scooping up her discarded thong and tucking it into my pocket. “And I think I’ll keep this. A souvenir of our toll.”
A playful pout formed on her kiss-bruised lips. “You can’t just take my panties, Sir Woodsman. How will I walk home without them?”
I closed the distance between us again, my body still humming with the aftershocks of our frenzy. I tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Who said anything about you walking home?” I murmured, my thumb stroking her jawline. “I’m not done with you yet. The toll for passage was just for the path. There’s a whole forest to explore.” My eyes dropped to her chest, where her dress was still bunched beneath her big breasts. “And I haven’t even had a proper taste of my payment.”