Hide And Seek (Patreon)

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Ten.

You told me to run. I crash through the undergrowth, leaping across downed logs and snapping branches underfoot.

Nine.

The flashlight in my hand presses lines in my palm. Its beam is a beacon, one I cannot afford for much longer. I spare a glance up, past the tangled canopy of trees, and see a cloud moving to cover the moon. I cannot rely on its light tonight.

Eight.

I keep a count in my head, no longer able to hear your voice call out at the edge of the forest. My labored breathing joins my thundering heart to deafen me to all other noise.

Seven.

I’ve managed enough distance and come to a stop. I swivel, searching for something - anything - that could hide my frame.

Six.

With three sweatshirts on to keep the cold at bay, I can already feel myself overheating. I see a section of thicker growth and sprint in its direction.

Five.

There are branches here, and another tree that has fallen. But it is not enough. You would spot me instantly.

Four.

I push deeper into the woods, panic beginning to set in. I need to turn off my light. I need a place to hide. An owl coos in the trees above. I wonder if it senses a hunt about to begin.

Three.

I turn off my light. Shadows consume me. I stumble forward, relying on my memory of what was to help me navigate.

Two.

None of these places are perfect. I will have to make do.

One.

I press myself behind a swollen trunk, swallowing thickly. I will run when you grow too close. I have to resolve myself to run.

Blinking proves to help nothing - my eyes refuse to fully adjust. The ground is pitch, and the trees spread out arms that I can’t fully see. Tripping seems to be a real possibility, but it is one I cannot linger on now. Now, I focus on my breath, I slow my heart, and I listen.

Calm down, I urge myself. You won’t hear her if your heart is racing.

With a thick swallow, I manage to stifle my panting enough to listen to the world around me. Insects buzz their nightly harmonies. A distant animal cries out. A twig snaps.

I put my hand over my mouth, as if that might help me. I do not dare peer around the tree - your eyesight is better than mine in the dark. I keep my ears honed. You are stalking, but you are moving slowly enough that I have time to plot.

I can’t wait to fuck you like the animal you are.

The memory of your words startle me, and I am swimming in the sensation of your whisper against my neck, of how your fingers curled around my breast. Warmth spreads between my legs, and it takes all my will to keep from squirming. I bite my lip, close my eyes, and try to push your voice out of my head.

“Kitten.” Your distant voice is a purr. I can hear your amusement. I can hear that knowing smirk. “Where are you, precious little slut?”

A chill runs down my spine. Perhaps your intention is to make my legs too weak to run on. Perhaps you’re being a little too successful in that endeavor.

The air is coated with the smell of wet earth, of pine and fir, of sweat and lust. The underbrush shifts as you creep closer. You offer a dark chuckle that echoes through my ribs, and I want nothing more than to bow under that amusement. I can almost see the look in your eyes, the way you smile, the way you might push me to the ground when you find me. It’s enough to drive me mad.

Leaves shuffle to my right, and I spin to see you rounding the tree. My eyes snap wide, and there’s that grin, that intoxicating grin.

Instinct takes over and I bolt, sprinting blindly. Your laughter follows moments before you do.

“Run, prey,” you call. “Even in the dark, I can see how wet you are.”

Your words make me feel dizzy. Each step is guesswork, and each fumble I can feel you bearing down on me. I race to a fallen widowmaker, grasp the bark to vault over it. Hands clutch my hips and in an instant, one reaches up and tightens around my throat.

Instinct is still kicking, but now it spars against lust. I grope across the tree, drag myself forward, looking, briefly, for an opening to escape. Your teeth catch my ear and those thoughts fragment. Your growls overtake my senses, urge me to comply. Urge me to submit. I want to. I do.

But I also want to test what happens if I don’t.

“Submit,” you hiss.

“Make me,” I snarl back.

“Oh?” Your snicker is filled with scheming. “I hunted you down.” Your tongue trails along my neck. I tilt my head, offering you more before realizing that doesn’t help my hard-to-get facade. “I’ve got you pressed against a tree…” Your hips push into mine. I push back, protesting, but you do not relent even an inch. You keep my waist trapped between the bulge between your legs, and the angled trunk in front of me. “And I’ve got your taste on my tongue.” Your teeth trail across my skin and I attempt to resist the way that makes me feel. One of your hands reaches to the rim of my pants, and it takes everything in me to keep from conceding. “I think--”

“But I’m still standing,” I cut in, my breathing heavy with want. “I don’t think a tigress has truly claimed her prey until it buckles beneath her strength.”

Antagonized, your fangs dig into my shoulder and your hand slips into my pants, before you stop abruptly.

“You little slut,” you murmur. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

“I can go back and put some on,” I rasp.

You laugh, and before I have a moment to relax in the beautiful music that is your joy, you snarl and run your fingers along the tender parts of me. My voice catches in my throat, and only a whimper manages to escape. My fingers curl against the bark I brace myself against, trying to hold myself steady beneath the rising pleasure.

“Are you sure you're not my prey, kitten?” you hum, stroking my entrance with tender touches.

“My legs haven’t given out,” I whine.

“You’re really going to test me like that, are you?” You slip a finger in. A throb of want cascades over every nerve. I can feel the way you caress my inner walls, and I want more. Desperately, I want more.

“I’m sure the mighty tigress can tame one little kitten,” I manage. “But not without all of you.”

Wordlessly, your hand pulls away. I worry I’ve teased you too much before your fingers link around my belt loops. You tear my pants down, exposing me to the frostbitten night.

“Bend over,” you command, pressing one hand on my back and the other pulling my hips back.

I hesitate. I can’t simply give in, can I? I have to taunt you once more - at least once more.

“Lauren,” your voice is firm. I shrink at the sound. You lean into me, your hands running down the length of my body. “Don’t make me put you on the ground.”

Pride comes out to play, and it takes lust between its fangs. “You can’t,” I boast. “If you try to take me down, I’ll just pin you. That’d be so embarrassing for the mighty tigress.”

“Careful,” you purr. “You’re playing a dangerous game, kitten.”

“I think I can afford to play it.”

You jerk me back, twisting your footing and looking to shove me to the ground. I twist in your grasp, throw my right arm over your shoulder, and wrap my right ankle around yours. With our momentum, I manage to successfully cause both of us to fall. The ground you land on is soft, and I land on top of you.

Pride has nearly devoured lust, and I am beaming. I open my mouth to gloat. You put on hand over it, and the other wraps around my neck.

“I’m going to fuck that bratty attitude right out of you,” you snap. You shove your fingers into my mouth. They taste of moss and pine. The pressure against my throat makes my head spin in the most pleasant way. You flip me. The world blurs for a second as I suck on your fingers, hungry and wanting.

You lean in, putting more weight against the hand pinning my neck to the earth. My eyes flutter, and a moan rolls through me.

“There you are,” you murmur. “Such a good little kitten.” You pull your fingers from my mouth and press a rough, forceful kiss to my lips. I struggle to keep up, and each gasp for air I dare take is met with a bite, with a tongue shoved past my lips, with a deeper kiss than before.

You grant me mercy and pull away, only when the world has stopped being real. Only when I can no longer think of anything other than trying to breathe. I catch a glimpse of the pleased smirk on your lips as you move down my body, wrap your arms beneath my legs, and run your tongue across my clit.

The weight of heaven falls upon me as my back arches. I grab your hair. Your motions are thick, and warm, and they press against the parts of me that send shivers over every vertebrae, that cages logic, that swallows pride. Grass tangles in my hair, and ferns tickle my jawline. I pant for breath beneath you, struggling to get it under control. My free hand grabs at the dirt, curls into the soft flesh of the earth. I pitch my hips upwards. You press your tongue into me. My eyes roll. A climax swells at the bottom of my spine and begins its ascent, increasing the pitch of my screams of ecstasy. It reaches its peak. And you remove your mouth.

“Leora,” I whimper, grasping at you.

With one, swift thrust, your fingers are deep inside me. I gasp and you fall into a quick, hard rhythm. No animals call out now. No insects sing. The only melody the night holds is the sound of you fucking my wet cunt.

The orgasm breaks against me, enveloping my mind with it. I press into you, pushing you inside me as deep as I can manage. My walls tighten around your fingers. I throw my head back and howl.

As the high lessens and I find myself able to inhale once more, you kiss my inner thighs.

“I’m going to need you to run, prey,” you coo.

I don’t understand. You pull out of me, coated in cum. I blink, trying to make sense of what you said. You lick your fingers as your eyes hold on mine. Overwhelmed by the hunger in my chest, I glance away.

“Run,” you say again. “Because I need to be sure I make my prey’s legs buckle. I wouldn’t want to be a disgrace to tiger kind.”

“Leora--” I start.

You grab me and roll me over. Your hand smacks against my ass, and the sting brings a welcome rush of adrenaline.

“Don’t make me tell you again. Pull your pants up, and run.” Your voice ends in a growl. I scramble to obey, yanking my pants up and climbing to my feet.

“One,” you say.

I glance at you. You’re watching me.

“Two.”

“Shit,” I hiss, spinning on my heel. I snatch my flashlight from my pocket, light it, and run.

“Three,” you call. I can hear you getting to your feet behind me as I race through the trees. My legs threaten to buckle, the orgasm from a moment before having been intense enough to leave my body somewhat numb. I duck beneath a branch and leap through thick brush, stumbling over rock and tangled tree roots beyond. I spare a glance behind me, and I don’t see you. My heart races. I can’t have lost you already. I can’t.

I haven't been watching my steps. And the ground isn’t where it ought to be. I fall forward, tripping into a small ravine, and soaking my shoes in a stream. The noise of the impact radiates through the forest, and even though I’m certain you already know where I am, instinct warns I’ve made a grave mistake.

For fuck’s sake, where are you?

I take a second to look around again, trying to see if I can hear where you are. But panic keeps me from being patient. I climb up the other side and come to a clearing - the trees here pull back, allowing a section of grass to stand alone in the moonlight. I turn off my light and approach. My eyes trail upwards, to the full moon, now unmarred by clouds. To the stars, staring down, and watching me make a foolish mistake.

Fingers curl in my hair and I find myself jerked backwards, spun, and pressed against a tree. I am freed of my pants a second time.

“I’m not stopping,” you breathe, “until you cave.”

“I--”

Four fingers penetrate me. I melt into you, relishing how you feel, how full I feel. My palms drag against the bark of the tree, no doubt offering splinters, but I cannot feel them. I am intoxicated by how you rock in and out of me, how I can hear your own labored breath bearing down against my back. I peel back part of the tree unintentionally. The high begins to build. I choke on my own breath. I try to say your name and fail.

The orgasm bursts and you push as deep into me as you can manage. The orgasm explodes. I can feel my legs shudder, but they do not give out. And so, with a growl of frustration, you fuck me again.

And again.

I hold onto the tree for dear life. My chest heaves.

“Fall,” you snarl. “You’re so stubborn.”

“Can’t,” I start, “can’t make it… make it easy for you.” I swallow thickly. My mouth has grown dry from my wails.

“I can see your legs buckling,” you say. “You’re going to fall.”

“I am… I am not.”

You wrap an arm around my middle. “We’ll see.”

I can’t withstand a fourth climax with you filling me to bursting. The orgasm sweeps me off my feet, and they give out. I grasp at the tree to try and stop my fall, but it is your steady arm that keeps me from plummeting too far. You chuckle and slip your cum-covered fingers to my lips.

“Clean my hands, prey,” you whisper.

Without protest, I comply. It’s strange to taste myself on you. But the erotic nature of you commanding me to do so almost makes me wish I’ve tasted it more often.

“Now,” you purr, moving your hand away. “Run.”

“Run?” I repeat.

You release me. I stumble. “Run,” you repeat. You’re grinning at me. “Unless you’re going to submit.”

I step back. My hesitance is its own answer to you, and you go to close the distance. I jump away, tumbling into the clearing once more. I reach down to pull my pants up and turn to sprint, but my legs fail me. I drop to one knee, and you pounce. You pin me to the grass. You bite my neck and rub your bulge against my ass. The desire is too strong.

“I’m yours,” I plead. “I’m yours--I’m your prey--please, Leora, please.”

“Good girl,” you growl. “I hope you’re prepared to be carried out. I’m not stopping until you cry mercy.”

You tear down my pants one last time. I hear you free yourself of yours. The lid of the lube bottle pops upon and there, beneath the watching stars above, I lose myself to you.