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Author’s Note: Today, you get two stories so I can catch up on my days. I’ll post Day 11 later this evening. This one is a bit self-indulgent because the idea of a hulking masked man chasing me through the woods is just… *fans chest* If I ever find another ‘tist, maybe I’ll send them this story as inspiration. Anyway, Happy belated Hypnovember Day 10!

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The trees stretch up around you as you crouch in the overgrown underbrush. Your heart pounds in your chest as you look and listen for any sign that he’s found you. You don’t remember how you got to the woods or why you’re so afraid, but you know you need to run away from him. You know you can’t let him catch you.

A twig snaps nearby. You clamp a paw over your muzzle to try and silence your own breathing. You can hear the heavy, deliberate footfalls somewhere behind you, but you remain as still as possible.

“I can smell your fear,” his deep, baritone voice announces to the area. He sounds a lot closer than you anticipated. You can distinctly hear the dramatic inhalation he does. “It smells sweet, like something I want to taste.” Hunger laces his words, and you feel your anxiety climb.

You sneak a peek around the brush, and your eyes widen when you see his burly back. He’s only a few feet away from you, and you know he’s about to find you. You have only seconds to decide what to do – you decide to run.

You throw your body into a full sprint and head in the opposite direction of him. You know he’ll be hot on your heels this time, so you don’t stop to look over your shoulder. You just keep sprinting through the forest, over the knotted, gnarled roots, until your lungs burn. You duck inside of a tall, rotted tree stump and squeeze your eyes shut. Hopefully, you’ve lost him for a moment.

Blood pounds in your ears as you strain to listen for any sound of him. You hear nothing for several moments. You know you can’t stay here; if he finds you, there’s nowhere for you to go. You can take a full breath again, so you chance a look out into the woods again.

As your muzzle peaks out from the stump, you hear the leaves crunch nearby. You freeze.

“Look what I found,” he says with a smirk.

You turn your head and see the Doberman standing within arm’s reach. You think about running again, but the sun is starting to sink behind the tree line. You cower back inside of the stump.

He blocks the exit with his tall, hulking body. He wears a mask made of bones that extends down over the top of his muzzle. “Don’t be afraid,” he says in a low voice. Your fear slowly starts to ease, as if his words are magic. He steps away from the exit. “Come to me, prey.”

The words compel your legs to carry you out of the stump. You crane your neck to look up at him. Your eyes meet his, and he raises a paw to the bottom of your muzzle. In one swift motion, his paw grabs your upper arm while his other paw reaches up to your waist. He flips you over and pushes you down onto the ground.

He holds your wrists behind your back with one paw while he fumbles with your pants with the other. As you realize his intentions, you start trying to squirm away. He chuckles and holds you tighter. You kick out with your legs as he manages to pull your pants down over your hips.

He leans forward until he’s flush against your body and his muzzle is next to your ear. His hard length presses into your lower back. “Stop squirming, prey,” he growls in your ear. “You’ve been caught.”

The phrase pacifies your mind. Your body stops fighting him as your fear is replaced with a hazy cloud of lust. He gently nibbles your neck as you arch your back under him. He shifts himself and uses his free paw to position himself at your entrance.

You exhale to relax your body as he pushes his head past your tight hole. A deep, low rumble sounds from his chest as he slides the rest of himself inside of you. He gives you a moment to adjust to his girth before he pulls almost all the way out and slowly slides himself all the way back in again, down to his knot.

You moan as he stretches and fills you. You hear his ragged breathing next to your ear as he slides back in again. You feel him push even farther into you, and you whine, sure that you can’t take any more. He ignores your protest and pushes until his knot slips past your tight entrance. “You’re mine,” he growls in your ear as he buries all of himself inside of you.

You moan loudly and push yourself back against him. He starts to thrust in and out of you in a steady rhythm, making sure to push his knot inside of you on every stroke. You feel your own excitement building as he bottoms out in you on every thrust.

His breathing grows more rapid and shallow in your ear as his tempo increases. Your excitement throbs between your legs as he fucks you harder and faster. You feel his muscles tense, and he slams himself as deep inside of you as he can go. He bites down on your shoulder as ropes of thick cum spray inside of you. It’s enough to send you over the edge yourself, and you push yourself back against him before your hips start to buck wildly through your own orgasm.

He releases your wrists and places both hands on your hips, allowing your frantic motions to milk the last of his cum from his cock. He lays there for a few moments as he softens inside of you. Once you’ve both caught your breath, he pulls himself out of you and stands up.

You wriggle around just in time to see him lift the mask from his face. Immediately, the fog in your brain lifts and you realize you’re staring at your boyfriend. He’s smiling down at you as his muscled chest rises and falls with steady, deep breaths. He holds out a paw and helps you into a standing position.

“You were right,” he says as you refasten your pants. “That was insanely hot. Building in those triggers for you before we ever started was a genius idea.”

You smile and look up at him. Even though the trance has lifted, your mind still moves a bit slowly. “Next time we can add in some more,” you suggest.

His eyes light up. “Next time?” he repeated. “You’re going to let me do this again?”

You chuckle at the excitement in his voice. “It was my idea in the first place,” you remind him. “But I definitely need you to claim me like that again.”

The Doberman smirks at you and takes a step forward, placing a paw firmly over your crotch. “Don’t worry,” he says in a low voice. “I can think of all kinds of ways to remind you who you belong to whenever you want to try and resist me.”

Lust begins to creep in on the edges of your mind again. You push him away from you playfully and shake your head to clear it. “Take me home before we have round two right now,” you warn him.

You see a devilish glint in his eye, and you open your mouth to protest, but he slides the mask back on before you have a chance to get the words out.

You look at the hulking monster in front of you, and fear pounds in your chest. He smiles at you and takes a step toward you. You don’t remember why you’re in the woods or what this thing is, but you know you’re not about to find out. You spin around and start sprinting in the opposite direction.