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Baela doesn’t know how long she’s been running.
Her lungs burn with every clumsy step she takes in the dimly lit forest, faster she has to move faster, mangled tree branches scrape against her bloodied forearms as she fights to push past them, he’ll catch her soon, the night air hangs heavy with the smell of salty tears and the dried blood of her friends staining her tattered clothes, she’s almost to the car, she can get away, get help—
Her hopes are shattered as the force of a much heavier body slams into her and pins her firmly into the dirt.
“Finally caught you, my final girl.”
Her assaulter’s voice is laced with an unnerving charm. Accompanied by specks of fresh blood that soil his blade, positioned just inches from Baela’s silver curls. A silent warning, move an inch and there’s no doubt she’ll find it lodged into her throat rather than its current position in the dead grass.
A fate her friends have unfortunately suffered.
And one she will not repeat.
In a final desperate attempt she weakly thrashes against his iron grip on her wrists, she tries to kick, to throw him off of her and escape to safety but she only succeeds in amusing him. For the first time in hours laughter is heard in the forest rather than the harrowing screams of slaughter and it’s at her expense.
“Gosh, you’re so fuckin’ cute when you’re struggling.” He coos at her, dipping his head to sniff her scent. She smells of gore, sweat, and the fear radiating off of her bartered little body intoxicates him. It makes his cock throb within the confines of his ragged jeans, seeing her so freighted and helpless beneath him. Soon he’ll have her, very soon. But he wants to savor her first before—
Baela jerks away from his hold in disgust, “If you’re going to kill me just hurry up and do it you freak!” Her teeth are clenched in anger but the fragile way her body shakes in his arms is proof enough she’s only pretending to be brave. Such a sweet little thing.
Curiously he lifts his head. “Kill you? Why would I wanna do that pretty girl?” His knee lifts higher to place them in between her plush thighs, the soles of his combat boots dig deeper into the earth. “And after I went through all that trouble just to get you alone, you really were quite troublesome to track down ya know?”
Bile threatens to spill from her throat. Was this all a sick game to him? Hunting her down within an inch of her life as if they were playing a school yard game of tag? “Alone with me? You stalked me, you murdered my friends, you’re a psychopath!” She snaps at him.
“Don’t be so harsh sweetheart, it was all a part of our game and you’re my perfect final girl, didn’t you have fun? Wasn’t it exhilarating?”
Angry red marks in the shape of her assailants’s slender fingers have begun to appear around her wrists, it doesn’t matter how she twists and turns there’s no escaping from underneath him. Even if she did manage to kick him off of her and make a break for it towards the car, she’s tired and injured and he's bigger and faster, there’s no way she’d make it in time. Her weary eyes prickle with fresh tears and Baela knows her rage fueled adrenaline is wearing off, she doesn’t have much longer.
It’ll be over for her soon.
A hopeless bunny scumming to the ravenous wolf.
“Exhilarating?” She feebly cries. “I’m exhausted, please just—”, her breath hitches in her throat before she can continue, fighting back a pathetic sob. She doesn’t have any fight left in her, not anymore. “Just please let me go, I won’t tell anyone I swear just please, I’m begging you, I’ll do anything please, please, please—
Gently he releases one of her hands.
Baela’s heart leaps in her chest.
And comes plummeting down when he swiftly clutches them both in his other hand, so he can wipe away her tears. She abhors the feeling of his hands on her.
Shushing her whimpers in mock comfort he makes no attempt whatsoever at hiding the sinister smirk that’s etched on his face. “You’re so pretty when you cry for me,” He means it too, seeing her cheeks damp with tears is enough for him to eat a sweet bunny like her alive. “But you should save them for later sweetheart, because I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
“Please,” She begs again. How weak she must sound, begging this monster of a man to grant her the mercy he didn’t allow her friends. “I just want to go home, please don’t hurt me, I’m tired of running, please.” Baela begins to babble, fat tears spilling from her lilac eyes. He bites back a wanton moan at her pathetic state.
“Didn’t you hear me the first time? You’re my final girl. I'd never hurt you, I don’t want to ever hurt you sweet girl, you’re mine.” He replies, possessiveness heavy in his voice. How could he ever let her go? Why would he ever want to let a doe eyed girl such as herself go? When he’d rather keep her to fulfill each sick fantasy she elicits from him, for days he’s imagined her bouncing on top of his cock until she’s sobbing for him and wetting his shirt in her tears. Fantasies weren't enough anymore, he wanted the real thing.
Baela blinks her bleary eyes. “Yours?” He’s joking, he has to be joking, she won’t, she can’t be whatever he’s insinuating by saying she’s his . “I don’t want to be yours, you killed my friends! I just want to go home!”
His features turn displeased at her raised voice so she meekly offers up a stuttering apology, “I’m sorry, just please let me go, please.” To soothe whatever murderous intent she sees behind his gaze, while her own eyes never once leave the blade that’s not far from her pulse point. If she’s trying to be set free, it won’t do her any good to antagonize this man, however appalling he may be.
He ignores her pleas and instead scoffs in annoyance at the prior mention of her friends. They were nothing but piles of rotting corpses scattered around his forest and here she was still talking about them. “None of those imbeciles were deserving of you sweet girl, none of them deserved to bask in your light.”
But he did.
An ember of her fire returns to her at his sheer audacity, how dare this monster stake a worthless claim on her, how dare he insult the friends he senselessly butchered? Forgetting her previous fears of not antagonizing him Baela spits with all the venom she can muster. “They were more deserving than filth like yo—”
His calloused palm forcefully wraps around her throat. “I’ve been lenient with you but watch your fuckin’ mouth, I am deserving of you because you’re mine and you’ll soon understand that.”
And just like that her fire is yet again snuffed out.
The man above her slowly steadies his angry breathing, he shouldn’t snap at her, after all if she was to one day cherish her place at his side he should be more gentle. She’ll come around, she has to, she has no choice but to.
“Baela, right?” He asks her with a boyish smile that she thought to be much too uncharacteristic for his face. “That’s what your moronic friends call you?”
It’s silent for a moment, nothing but the wind rustling the leaves of pine trees can be heard. Until his hand around her throat gets slightly tighter and she realizes he expects an answer. “Yes,” She replies shakily. “Yes, that's my name.”
“Baela.” He says again, as if he’s trying out a new flavor of food, getting a feel of how it tastes on his tongue. “Such a pretty name for an equally pretty girl.”
Silence spreads out between them again.
He’s waiting for something she would rather not give, not to this murderous man. But he’s blocking her airwaves and eventually she rasps out, “T-Thank you.”
He doesn’t hide his triumphant smile from her, nor does she bother to hide the look of dread that overtakes her. It feels wrong to even be speaking to this man let alone thanking him for a compliment.
To reward himself for teaching her some semblance of obedience, he moves his face closer to her, and whispers against her lips, “Wanna know my name, final girl?” He asks her. But he doesn’t bother to wait for an answer this time, “It’s Jacaerys, but you can call me Jace.”
“Jacaerys,” She repeats for him. His name feels foreign and heavy on her tongue. As if the man hovering above her forced it down her throat. It wouldn’t be the first thing he’s forcefully taken from her and she has a dreadful feeling it won’t be the last.
“Jace.” She says again.
He smiles, it looks more akin to a predator baring his fangs. “Yes bunny, I’m your Jace now.”
And for the first time tonight Baela takes a proper good look at the man that’s been hunting her down.
He’s…handsome.
His chestnut curls fall effortlessly around his face, his eyes are pools of honey warmth, and despite the blood of her friends that’s smeared against his skin it does nothing to dull the sharpness of his features nor the mole that sits just underneath his chiseled cheekbone.
He’s the type of man that would buy her a drink at her favorite bar, or smile at her across the courtyard of her college campus, but instead this man has her pinned down amongst dirt and gravel as if she was a wounded bunny being drooled over before the wolf took his first bite.
It makes her sick.
He interrupts her pitiful thoughts. “I hope,” He begins, speaking so closely over her plump lips. “That you understand your place now bunny?” His pre cum has begun to leek and form a wet patch on his worn jeans, he’s salivating with anticipation for her. How long must a predator lie in wait before devouring his prey?
Baela’s mouth forms a pout in confusion. Jace’s eyes follow every moment of her lips. He imagines how they’d feel wrapped around his cock as she fruitlessly begs for her freedom. “Understand what?”
“Understand that you're mine now bunny, I’ve wanted you since the moment you and your dimwitted friends stepped foot onto these camp grounds. You’ll be mine to use, mine to love, mine to fuck, and if I wanna fuck you in this grimy forest then I’ll do just that because I own you.”
Slowly he begins to rub his knee over her panties, it earns him a soft gasp which only spurs him on. He’s tired of waiting, he’s been patient enough, it’s finally time for him to claim his prize. Everything he’s done he’s done for her, he’s spent hours picking off her useless friends one by one just to have her here in this moment with him, helpless and beneath him. Jace is thankful his final girl was stupid enough to wear a mini skirt to go camping.
His breath is hot against her face. Baela twists in his grasp but it only makes his knee dig deeper into her clothed cunt. “Please, don’t hurt me…”
Jace tsks at her. “Such a silly girl, I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to make you feel really fuckin’ good .”
Then he kisses her, it’s all clattering teeth and slobber as Baela tries to break free. She doesn’t want this, she doesn’t want him.
But Jace isn’t having it; he moves his hand away from her throat to pick up the bloodied blade that’s been waiting beside her head. Slowly he presses it against the skin of her cheek, warning her to behave, so she quickly returns his enthusiasm in fear of what he’s capable of, allowing him to slide his tongue down her throat and rip out sweet muffled moans from within her.
Baela doesn’t know which is worse, keeping her eyes open so she’s forced to watch how he devours her? Or shut them and have him believe she was actually enjoying this? If the universe had any semblance of justice she wouldn’t have to suffer either atrocities and it would allow her to be dragged into the earth and away from the consuming heated kiss of this monster.
After what seemed like eons to her, Jace reluctantly parts from her plump lips to quickly rid himself of his blood-soaked shirt, exposing his toned physique to the cool night air. It doesn’t seem to bother him the way it does her but he still craves Baela’s warmth and is soon back on top of her, ripping away whatever is left of her clothing with his knife. And leaving her uncomfortably in nothing but her dripping wet panties.
“Earlier you said you’d do anything to be let free, right?” Jace questions her, one hand tracing his blade over her perky tits while the other cups her pussy.
It takes her a second to remember her prior pleadings with him. Baela’s mind feels hazy at his touch; he shouldn't have this effect on her, she should be stronger than this, but she’s only flesh and bones, she’s only human. She’s only a girl having her pussy played with by a murderous slasher. “Y-Yes! I’ll do anything, I swear, I promise.” Comes her pliant voice.
If only it was that easy.
He hums in thought, nicking her delicate flesh just below her breast. She lets out a hiss of pain and he lowers his head to lick the fresh trickling of blood. “So,” he begins while kissing around her wound. “If I were to put my knife down and let your hands go, can I trust you enough to not run away sweetheart?”
Baela eagerly nods her head. “Yes, yes I promise I won’t run away.” She’ll do anything to finally leave this horrific place. Anything to be far, far away from this monster. “I promise!”
Jace, pleased with her answer and how she’s eagerly wetting his big hand with her cunt juices, returns his knife back into the dirt and tugs Baela up by her curls and on her knees. He fondly watches as she practically trips over herself from the way he man handles her. “You’ve been teasing me all night, final girl but the game is finally over and I’ve won, so be a good girl and let me claim my prize.”
She looks to the obvious tent in his pants, then to the starved look he wears on his face, then back to his pants. “If I do this, you’ll let me go right?” She whispers, holding onto whatever hope she has. If she has to suck this deranged man’s cock just to be let free she’ll do it, as degrading as it was it couldn’t be worse than the fate her friends’ have suffered, right?
He sounds dismissive when he speaks. “Sure, something like that, you’re the final girl ain’t you? Now don’t be shy, come here.” Tugging her closer to his crotch Baela’s hands fly up to fumble with his belt, her tiny hands are shaking and it takes everything in Jace not to cum in his pants at the sight of her. Finally, he thinks, they’ve arrived at the fun part.
Slowly she drags his jeans down and pulls out his large, throbbing, leaking cock and holds it gently in her hand. Her mouth is slightly open but she dares not move an inch. Neither can she meet his eyes. Jace smirks. “What? You ain’t never sucked cock before?”
“I…have.” She mumbles. Though none as big as his.
“Oh? So are you slut final girl? It’s okay if you are.” Jace teases her, loving the way her eyes harden when she finally dares to look up at him. So she does have some fire left in her after all.
“I’m not a slut.” Baela affirms.
“Then what’s taking you so long? You need some help, huh bunny?” Before she can object Jace stuffs two slender fingers into her mouth and presses them down against her tongue. She gags at the sudden intrusion which only encourages him to push his fingers deeper down her throat. “That’s it bunny, so good for me, now suck on ‘em.”
Obediently Baela wraps her lips around them and does as she’s told, letting her throat get used to the feeling of being violated. She breathes through her nose and watches as Jace rubs his pre cum over the tip of his cockhead, getting off to the sight of her slightly bobbing up and down his digits before sliding his fingers out of her mouth and using her spit as extra lubricant.
As a reward he smooths over her curls to soothe her.
Baela doesn’t appreciate it in the slightest.
His tip then returns to slap against her lips—once, then twice, then before he can do it a third time Baela leans forward and takes him into her mouth, suckling around his head. The sooner this is over, the better, she rationalizes. His cock is warm in her mouth, just like the rest of his body, the cold October weather doesn’t seem to mean much to him.
Jace groans in pleasure above her. He couldn’t have chosen a better cocksleeve. “Knew you’d be just as eager as I am bunny. You just couldn’t wait to suck me off, huh?” He says in between shallow breaths, staring down at her with enough admiration to make her sick. But Baela forces herself to nod and hum around him, which must’ve pleased him because he erupts into a chorus of grunts and whines.
She continues to skillfully swirl her tongue around his head, droplets of pre cum coating her tongue as she does her best to take all of him down her throat. But Jace is too big and he’s pushing her head down too fast and it seems he’s finally had enough when his nails bite into her neck and he forcefully face fucks her. “Yeah—fuck just like that, lemme use that sweet mouth bunny, you feel so good Baela, so good for me.”
She attempts to steady herself on his thighs but each of his thrusts shove his thick cock into the back of her throat and she can’t do anything but hollow out her cheeks for him and helplessly blink through her tears. Her throat burns from the senseless abuse, she’s never had anyone treat her in such a rough manner before. Desperate for a distraction she tries to focus on anything else; the dirt scraping against her bruised knees, her hardened nipples against the cold sting of the wind, but he was overwhelming her senses in a way that was impossible to block him out.
Not when his large hands had a firm grasp on her curls, easing her up and down his cock at a pace he saw fit. Ignoring her desperate pleas for air as he continues to grind his cock into her mouth at a relentless pace, taking sick pleasure in the lewd choking sounds she made around him.
A vast contrast to his thumb gingerly rubbing over her cheek when he took notice of her tears, is he trying to be intimate? Or perhaps he’s mocking her? Baela doesn’t care either way, she’d rather focus on trying to breathe until he’s done abusing her mouth.
“Just a little more bunny, you’re doing so good for me.” He praises her, quickening his pace. Baela stares up at how his head is thrown back in ecstasy, his mouth is slightly parted and from this angle he looks rather…normal to her.
Baela blinks the thought away, he’s not normal, he’s a monster, and she’ll do well to remember that, no matter how sweet he acts towards her. Thankfully he’ll cum soon and she’ll finally be allowed to leave him and this awful place behind. He’ll be nothing but a distant memory who’ll plague her only in her nightmares.
On cue Jace tugs Baela off of his cock just before he shoots his load into her mouth, and instead pushes her back down onto the grass. Her brows furrow in uncertainty as she coughs and wheezes on the ground, regaining her breath. “How’d I taste? Sweet enough for my girl?” He playfully asks her.
Like filth you forest freak, is what she wants to say.
“I thought w-we were done?” Is all she can muster.
Jace chuckles above her, his chest rising and falling as he drags her closer to him by her ankles. “Nah we’re not done yet. You ready for the main show, final girl? Cause I can’t wait to stretch you out on my cock, bet you’ll make the sweetest sounds.”
Unease rains down on Baela like a storm cloud. She shouldn’t have believed him, how stupid she was to believe him of all people, a heartless murderer, no better than a wild animal, a monstrous—
A whine rips out of her chest as a long slender finger moves lower to rub against her drooling slit, soon joined by another, she tries to open her mouth in protest—perhaps to even curse at him—but Jace captures her lips in a kiss. Sweetly he presses his tongue against hers, kissing her deeper into his embrace.
Baela can’t think properly. Not when he’s muddling her senses by toying with her pussy and kissing her numb. He’s engulfed her in his sinister essence, his prize being the juices coating his fingers. And she can’t do anything but let herself be claimed by his fingers on her clit and his tongue in her mouth, she’s lost to him.
She feels ill at her revelation, this monster is actually arousing her, her body is enjoying the feeling of his filthy hands on her. If she could, she’d bite his tongue or claw his eyes out or anything but behaving like a brainless bitch in heat. One that’s so desperate for the touch of a slasher.
Fueled by instinct alone she begins to grind against his fingers, allowing him to bring his other hand up to fondle her heavy tits, while she falls victim to the love bites he’s leaving against her neck. “You like that?” He inquires between kisses, “I told you all I wanted was to make you feel good.”
Baela doesn’t respond, much more focused on the desperate pool of wetness filling up her panties. How perfectly she fell into her role of his slutty little bunny. “Jace,” She calls for him in the same pleading tone from earlier, it pleases him to hear her say it so shamelessly because fuck does he love it when she sounds like that. “Take them off Jace please.” She gestures to her pink cotton panties now stained a darker color from her juices.
Eagerly Jace hooks his thumb beneath the fabric and gently pulls them all the way down her plush thighs, until she’s completely bare before him. She’s mesmerizing like this; naked, wet, and needy for him, only for him. This was how they were meant to be and no other way since she stepped foot in his forest. She was meant to be his sweet terrified bunny.
“Tell me final girl,” he says while spreading her legs open, wide enough that he can slot himself in between them. “Are you scared of me?”
His question momentarily breaks her out of her lust filled daze. Should she be honest? Lie? He’s proven himself to be dangerously unpredictable, even if he believes he’d never hurt her, she can’t trust him. “No, I’m not scared of you.” She says, just to play it safe.
He smirks. “Are you lying to me bunny? Cause I hate liars, especially when you’ve been such a good girl.”
She takes a second to steady her voice. “I’m not lying.”
Jace smooths a hand over her thigh while the other brings his cockhead to rub against her wet pussy, savoring the heat of her. “You sure? Cause it sounds to me like you’re a terrible fuckin’ liar baby, now go on, tell me the truth.” He encourages her condescendingly.
She doesn’t want to admit anything to him, especially not at his insistence, but what choice does she have? At best he’ll deny her the release she desperately craves and at worst—well Baela doesn’t want to think about the atrocities he’s capable of inflicting on her. She takes a shaky breath of air, Jace has yet to stop rubbing his tip all over her, like he’s spelling out his name on her puffy clit.
“Don’t keep me waiting bunny.” He sternly reminds her, his patience wearing thin.
“I’m—,” Baela begins too quietly for his liking so he delivers a harsh slap of his tip against her aching clit, making her yelp.
“Speak up, final girl,” He demands. “Don’t be shy now, you know there’s nothing I hate more than quiet little bunnies.”
“I’m obviously scared of you, asshole!” Baela cries out in a much louder octave, annoyed at his patronizing tone. She knows he only wants to hear her confirm what he’s already known for hours, that she’s nothing but a scared little bunny in his arms, and he’s nothing but a sadist that relishes in the fear he evokes in her.
It gives Jace such a rush to listen to her sweet voice announcing her terror to him. “I’m terrified of you if that’s what you want to hear!” She snarls at him but it doesn’t phase him in the slightest, how cute he thinks.
His hand abandons her thigh to pet the mess of curls on her head, he takes notice of how tangled they’ve become after his rough handling of her, “There, there bunny there’s no need to get so angry.” He coos, loving the way she appears so bratty beneath him. “You don’t have to be scared of me,” filthy liar Baela thinks. “You don’t have to be scared of anything, I’ll protect you.”
She bites back an obnoxious laugh at his delusions. “Protect me? You are going to protect me?”
Jace hums, moving his hand to grip the fat of her thighs which causes Baela to jerk closer to his awaiting cock. He admires her glistening pussy before speaking again. “Of course baby, I’ll protect you so you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about anything.”
“You’ll protect me?” Baela repeats in disbelief.
“Isn’t that just what I said?” Jace irritably responds. Really, must she be so stubborn? And just when he thought they were starting to get along so well. “It’s not so complicated really,” He says as if it’s the most simplest concept in the world. “You’re mine and I’ll protect you like—” He pauses for a moment before enthusiastically continuing, “Like a big brother would!”
Baela's mouth turns painfully dry.
He wants to protect her like….a what?
She can feel another batch of fresh tears welling up. This sick bastard has not only preyed upon her and humiliated her to no end but now he wants to play pretend at being her protector, even worse, he wants to think of himself as her brother. It makes her stomach turn in disgust. Truthfully, she shouldn't be surprised at his deranged fantasies, of fucking course the monster who butchered her friends and forced her to suck his cock would want to fuck his sister, yet another role he’s now forced upon her.
Jace smiles at her horrified tear stricken face. “What’s wrong little sister?” He patronizes her, enjoying her look of revulsion when he refers to her as such.
Baela turns her face to the side and away from his piercing self satisfied gaze. “D-Dont call me that.” She says, stumbling over her words.
“Oh, you don’t like it?” He inquires with a tilt of his head. “That’s a shame because I love it and you’ll be whatever the fuck I want you to be, right, little sister?” His thumb and index finger slip underneath her chin to harshly return her lilac eyes back to his.
Her brimming tears have now begun to freely fall. Anguish has consumed her and seeped into her weary bones, evident in the way she falls limp into his arms again. She feels his thumb coated in her juices attempt to slip back into her mouth, “Or do you need me to remind you of your place?” She thinks back to what he said before, about how lenient he’s been with her. Any punishment she’ll be forced to endure now will surely be worse than how she choked around his fingers earlier.
Baela’s wet eyes turn back to Jace, his smile deepens at the sight. “No…please you don’t have to do that, I…know my place.”
How sweet, his good girl is returning to him. His fingers squish her cheeks together, smearing her own wetness on her face. “Then remind me, what is your place?”
“Beneath you,” She prays she won’t projectile vomit on him, “I’m your bunny, I’m your…,” the gods have finally abandoned her, “Your little sister.” She says while swallowing the acid that bubbles up in her throat.
He lets out a lewd groan at her deceleration, letting her face go to return his hands back to where they belong, teasing her pretty bunny cunt before he finally lays claim to her. She twitches beneath him in anticipation, breathless whines leaving her sweet lips. He can still hear how pathetically she referred to herself as his little sister, it was exactly what he needed to push him over the edge. How utterly cute and disgusted with herself she sounded as well, it was akin to hearing the gospel of angels.
On occasion, his forest does grow quite lonely, terrorizing and murdering sometimes just isn’t enough for him—he’s always wanted a family, a sweet little sister. Someone he can keep warm inside his cabin when the ground turns frozen with snow, a sister to bathe his blood soaked body after a particularly grueling night, and now he has everything he could ever want.
In the form of his precious Baela and her wet pussy.
“Are you excited bunny?” He whispers to her. His larger body is lent over hers to bite the delicate skin just below her jawline, while his cockhead rubs slow circles around her spasming hole. She can act however unwillingly she wants, there’s no denying her body is begging for him. “Your big brother is gonna stretch you out on his cock, is that what you want, you wanna be my little bunny slut?”
Is this what she wants? She’s too exhausted to come to a consensus within her broken mind. Lust has long taken hold of her and clouded her reasonings. When she manages to blink away enough of her tears to stare at Jace, all she can think about is how handsome he looks underneath the moonlight and how hard his cock feels against her. All night she’s been wondering what kind of monster would do this to someone, treat her like she was some sort of glorified pet? But now all she can think about is what kind of girl would ever be treated this way, and still want to be fucked right after?
Instead of answering she decides it’ll be less embarrassing to rut her hips against his. She clutches his firm bicep as she slowly grinds up on him letting him see just how eager she is for him. Unfortunately it’s not enough of an answer for Jace, “Use your words pretty girl, or else how will I know what your sweet little pussy needs?” He asks, but still allows her to continue her slow thrusts.
Baela lets out a huff of frustration which Jace thinks to be adorable. “I want—,” He gives her a particularly harsh thrust which makes her cry out. “To be fucked!” She gasps out finally giving in. “Please big brother, please fuck me, fuck your bunny, fuck your little sister.” Hot tears roll down Baela’s cheeks at the intensity of her own desire and it’s just enough for Jace to forcefully push past her velvety walls and bury himself to the hilt inside of her wet cunt.
“Fuckkk,” He draws out. Finally, fucking finally he was inside of her. She felt so warm, so wet, so absolutely made to be stretched and fucked on his cock. She was everything—no she was better than what he imagined her to be. She was perfect in every sense of the word. He’d murder a million people for her if it meant he’ll forever have her to warm his cock.
Not giving her enough time to adjust to the burn of his girth he takes Baela’s hips into a bruising hold and begins to fuck her fast and hard on his cock. “You feel so fuckin’ good bunny, you were made to be used by me huh, such a good girl, you take me so well baby.” Obscene praises fall from Jace’s lips which fills Baela’s chest with an odd feeling of warmth, before he throws her leg over his shoulder to fuck her deeper. The empty forest fills with the lewd sounds of her squelching pussy being torn up by a monster of a man.
Baela feels as if the air has been knocked out of her lungs. She can’t speak, she can hardly breathe, she can’t do anything but clutch onto Jace and take it. Take every painful inch he gives her inside of her tight pussy. Her nails dig into whatever inch of bare skin she can find in an attempt to ground herself, it seems fruitless though because with every thrust Jace gives her she finds herself falling deeper and deeper into his spell.
Jace stares at her fucked out face, his bunny makes such cute faces for him. But he bets she’ll look even cuter with more tears staining her cheeks. “It feels good doesn’t it?” He implores. “To be fucked by the man who killed all your useless friends, I bet you’re even glad I did it.” He can imagine it now; seeing her cry and curse him at the thought of her dead friends while he still drags her up and down his cock.
“Yes yes yes!” She babbles mindlessly, taking him by surprise. Jace searches her eyes for a hint of anger or any consciousness but he’s fucked his pretty bunny too dumb for her to retaliate. It slightly upsets him to not garner a reaction from her but it doesn’t matter too much. He’ll have ample opportunity to see her sweet tears again.
His cock continues to bully her tight cunt instead, listening to her stream of high pitched moans and begs of “Oh Jace please more Jace.” She’s grown pliant in his arms, allowing him to freely take whatever it is he wants from her and currently what Jace wants is to hear more of her sweet sounds. He picks his pace up, fucking up into her even harder than before. Her back arches off the ground and closer to him when the tip of his cock presses against her sweet spot.
He watches her eyes roll back into her skull and she lets out the most saccharine noise he’s heard all night, “Oh? Did you like it there?” He teases her.
“I love it there Jace!” She mewls against him. Begging him to keep fucking her right there. Baela’s never felt so amazing in her life, her mind is filled with nothing but thoughts of Jace and how big he is. Bigger than anyone she’s ever had before and she wonders how long she’s survived without being so sweetly stretched out by him before. It’s as if his cock was made to fit snug in her cunt.
Listening to her pleas he slams his hips against hers, trying to pinpoint her favorite spot. “What would your friends think of you little sister? Seeing you beg for the cock of the man that killed them?” Jace tries to push her buttons yet again. Maybe this time he’ll succeed, there’s nothing more he loves than seeing her sobbing in his arms. He thinks he won’t ever get enough of seeing his adorable little bunny so pitiful for him.
Baela tries to make sense of his words. Friends? Does she have friends? Baela can’t remember anything. All she knows is Jace and how good he’s fucking her currently. There’s a nagging feeling in the back of her head telling her this is wrong, that she should run far away from this man but she doesn’t quite care anymore. All she ever wants to know is Jace.
She bucks her hips into his, urging him to stop talking and fuck her sloppy pussy faster. “I only want you big brother.” She breathlessly confesses before slotting her lips against his in a feverish kiss.
Euphoria or maybe madness takes over Jace then but when he hears how Baela wants only him, it sends him into a frenzy. He forgets all about angering her and focuses solely on fucking his sweet girl. His tongue slips into her mouth and she greedily accepts it. Jace has wanted her full submission all night and now he finally has it. It makes him want to give more of himself to her, “You have me little sister, you have all of me.” He promises her in a tone far too romantic.
He forces more moans to slip past her lips as his cock repeatedly slams into her favorite spot over and over again. “I want you to cum on my cock bunny, I want you to coat your cum on my cock so I can breed you, you want that pretty girl, you want my babies?” They’d have beautiful children, he’s sure of it. All of them would have her golden silver curls, just like their gorgeous mother.
If Baela was of sound mind she would’ve screamed no and then slapped him, but she was far from, so she instead cries for his cum. “Fill me up with your cum Jace! Make me yours, make me into a mommy!”
She sounds so cute begging for him to breed her. Jace wonders just how much of his cum her bunny cunt can take, he’d love to watch it overflow just so he can push it back in with his fingers. Jace feels pussy drunk on her, she’s a far better drug than anything he’s ever taken. “And to think baby you were trying to push me away for so long, aren’t you glad I didn’t let you?”
Baela can’t even remember what he’s talking about. It’s as if all she’s ever known in her entire life is Jace and the mind blowing way he’s currently rubbing her overstimulated clit with two of his fingers, urging her to cum faster. But she so desperately wants to make him happy so she hums in agreement.
He wonders if she truly registered his question but he decides to ignore it, it doesn’t really matter anymore. She’s finally settled into her place of being his sweet fuck toy, her willing obedience is all he’s wanted after all. It would’ve been preferable if she just listened to him from the beginning but he won’t lie and say he doesn’t love a good chase. “I’ll always know what’s good for you,” He whispers in her ear. “And don’t you ever fuckin’ forget that final girl.” And with that he folds her body to better ram his thick cock into her tiny pussy, shocking her at the sudden change of position.
Baela grips him tighter, squeezing around him so desperately. Her body feels as if it’s on another plane, she can’t remember a man ever making her feel this good. “M’ gonna cum Jace,” She whines, fisting her hands in the tufts of grass that surround her. “Please don’t stop, please make me cum, I wanna cum for you.”
“You will pretty girl, don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.” He assures her, looking down at where their bodies melt together. A thin coating of cum covers his cock which repeatedly fills Baela, he wants to take a picture of this moment to never forget it. But that won’t be necessary, he’ll have her on her back like this, with her legs spread open for him, for the rest of her life, he’ll make absolutely sure of it. “You’re so fuckin’ tight bunny, you’re gonna cum huh? I can feel it, go ahead baby, cum for me, cum for your big brother.”
His assurance is all Baela needs to let herself go, with a pathetic whine she gushes all over his cock, wetting the both of them with her juices. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth, spit dribbling out at the intensity of her orgasm. She’s never felt this good before, her fingers can’t compare to Jace big cock and the perfect way he pounds her. She burns white hot, a feeling she’s never felt at the hands of college boys too ignorant to know how to fuck her good enough. But Jace knows, despite not knowing her long he knows exactly how she likes to be fucked.
As if she was made for him.
He doesn’t stop hammering into her, helping her ride out her high until she’s halfheartedly shoving him away from her sensitive cunt. Whining about how it’s too much for her to handle anymore. It’s the most beautiful sight Jace has ever seen; the both of them wet with her cum, her pussy soon to be overflowing with his. It’s greater than any kill he’s ever made, conquering her body and mind is a feat he’ll never forget.
“You ready for my cum bunny?” He asks, not allowing her a moment of rest. “Tell me you want my cum baby.”
Her lilac eyes are hazed over with lust, her limbs have begun to ache from the position he has her in. But she still ardently begs for his seed. “Please cum in me big brother fill me up, bunny wants to be full of you.”
Jace’s movements begin to grow erratic, digging his nails deeper into her thighs as his cock twitches inside of her messy cunt. A string of curses leave his lips and he tilts his head lower to press messy kisses on Baela’s lips, devouring her as his final meal. “I’m gonna cum soon bunny, I’m gonna fill you up nice and deep pretty girl.” He gives her another few good pumps of his cock until he buries himself deep inside of her, spilling ropes of hot cum into her, not leaving a single inch of her pussy untainted by him, claiming her fully.
Baela moans at the sudden load of warm cum filling her up, it drips out of her and down to her thighs, leaving her sticky with Jace’s essence. Her twitching walls fight to keep it all inside of her but there’s just so much of it she knows she’ll lose some, she pouts at the realization. An hour ago this would’ve been a horrifying sight to behold, now she just wants to keep as much of Jace’s cum inside of her as possible.
Jace takes notice of her adorable little pout before pulling out and releasing her thighs. His cock comes out along with a spill of his cum dripping down to the ground, he reaches around the darkness for his shirt and covers her with it. The heat generated from their intense sex session will soon give away and she doesn’t seem accustomed to this type of weather. Baela gladly accepts another layer of warmth, not caring to question his generosity.
“Don’t be upset bunny, I’ll give you more of my cum if that’s what you want.” He tells her before easily picking her up off the floor and laying her to rest on his firm chest. She’s so much tinier when she’s wrapped in his shirt like this, Jace quite enjoys it.
Baela finds herself at ease in his strong arms. It’s strange, her memories are slowly returning to her but the feeling of sickness from earlier has yet to return as well. Now all she feels is tired from being roughly fucked on the forest floor. A yawn leaves her, she turns to look into Jace’s dark eyes that gaze at her with such adoration. “You’ll stay with me, right?” She doesn’t really mean that, she’s just scared of a bear coming to attack her in her sleep, yes, that sounds plausible. When she awakes she’ll leave him then, but that has to wait until she gets some much needed rest.
Jace’s hand rubs soothing circles on her back, easing her into a deep slumber. He thinks of how when she wakes up she’s going to be all snug in her new home with him, they’ll share a nice warm bath too, he’d love to see how her curls look all shiny and clean. He presses a kiss to her forehead. He’ll fuck her on every surface of his cabin to welcome her to her new home. Baela snuggles deeper into his warm chest. She’ll never want to leave him, she won’t ever be able to leave him.
A bunny in a wolf’s den, just where she belongs.
Baela stirs against him, “I said, you won’t leave me right?” Her doe eyes look at him in slight dismay.
Jace smiles at her, swiping his tongue over his fangs. “Don’t worry I won’t leave you bunny, and you’ll never leave me.” He takes care to whisper that last part, not wanting to bother her, for Baela was already deep into her slumber. Not knowing this wasn’t the end of her nightmare.