Hunted. Claimed.
#4 of Short Stories
Somehow you were taken and dumped in a forest, but now you have to run for your life.
The female character has no description so you can imagine how she looks. Second person POV.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, your lungs burned and your legs were feeling like they were made of lead. Gulping for air, you kept going, the loud thudding of the creature still behind you. His heavy breaths were audible through the trees, his hooves echoing with each step.
No amount of ducking or weaving had even remotely thrown him off your scent, whatever he was. You hadn't really had the chance to look, especially when you woke up in the middle of a dense forest, still clothed, but without anything else. It wasn't familiar and in theory, going the same way would lead you out eventually right?
The problem was when he came into sight, tall and thickly built, dark eyes fixated on you with a hunger and a dark desire. You'd fled and he'd followed, who knows how long you'd been running, but he hadn't gained somehow.
Perhaps he didn't want to.
You didn't even need to look behind you to check if he was still there, his long, heavy strides effortless compared to your panicked fleeing. Any time you slowed, the sound of his continued chase spiked a fresh burst of adrenaline through you and drove you on. Although unless you managed to lose him through the trees soon, he'd catch you and you dreaded what the outcome of that would be.
Low branches whipped at your face and body, ripping at your clothes and snagging your hair. Sticks, roots and bushes were constantly under foot, causing you to stumble a few time, but you kept going. Your vision was blurred now, the burning in your chest was making breathing harder than ever.
What breath you had was forced out of your lungs as you were hit from behind by a sudden, hard force which slammed you against the thick, rough trunk of a tree. Weight pressed against your back as you struggled to catch any breath, eyes watering as you squeaked out in protest.
"Please no!" You begged.
No words were spoken by the creature who had been chasing, hunting you for all this time. His large, strong hands roughly grabbed your body and in a swift movement you were slung over one shoulder as if you weighed nothing. You struggled, of course, as he walked off with you but you were so exhausted it was all but useless.
"Stop." He grunted, jerking his shoulder up to jostle you, his voice low and demanding.
Now you'd been forced to stop running, the exhaustion was sinking into your body, being noticeable. Your mouth was dry, your head throbbed in pain and now it wasn't just your legs that felt leaden. Your whole body was heavy and weak as you lay drooped over his shoulder.
If nothing else, you could catch your breath and rest if even for a few minutes before planning your escape. Your body had other ideas and you blacked out, limp over the tall creature's shoulder now.
You were still over his shoulder by the time you came to, which meant either you hadn't been out long or the walk to his destination was long. A burst of energy from somewhere had you wriggle and thrash, catching your captor off-guard and you managed to slip free of his grip. You hit the ground roughly and scrambled to your feet, blindly bursting into a run away from him.
There was an obvious delay before he started to give chase with an angry, loud snort. Through the trees you glimpsed something that looked out of place for a wild forest. A building. A house. You changed direction and hope drove you forward toward it, yelling for help as you got closer. Please be home. Please. Please help.
You reached the home and pounded on the front door, yelling and begging for help. You could hear him coming behind you, fast hoofsteps, heavy breaths. He was so close.
"Please help, he's coming. Please let me in. Please!"
You sank against the door in defeat as it remained closed and silent, either the home was abandoned or the owner wasn't home. A shadow loomed over you as he caught up, standing over you with a smirk on his muzzle. One hand grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder again and the other dipped into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a key.
It was his home.
He stepped inside and closed the door, locking it and pocketing the key again as he carried you through the home. Not that you could see much from this angle. You were taken into another room and that door was closed and locked, your body tossed off his shoulder and onto a big bed. You bounced a few times upon landing, the daylight coming in through the barred windows allowing you to see him.
He was maybe close to seven feet in height, his fur was black and he was clearly fit. He looked... equine but also not, you couldn't put your finger on it. A half breed of some sort, clearly. You couldn't really spend time thinking about that right now, not when you were in danger. The stallion(?) moved toward you, you scuttled back until your back hit the wall the bed was up against.
"Clothes off or lose them for good." He threatened, his not-so-equine ears pointed back. "You get one chance."
Clothes off? You felt a cold shiver go down your spine at those words, you opened your mouth to speak as he slapped a hand over your mouth.
"No. Clothes off. Or I take them off and get rid of them."
It didn't matter what choice you made, you were going to be naked one way or another and so you shakily took your clothing off. He snatched up each piece, your shoes and socks, pants and shirt, bra and panties. You were naked and trembling on the large bed now, huddled as he stared you up and down.
"Good girl."
He put your clothes aside on a chair and shed his own, his muscular body marred with a few scars here and there. His sheathe was large and as he moved back to the bed, you noticed it wasn't a normal sheathe either. His hands reached out and grabbed you, dragging you down closer to where he stood at the edge of the bed. You screamed and tried to grab the bedhead to stop him, but your exhaustion meant he easily tugged you away from it.
Your legs were forced open and he moved to stand in between them, his large hands reaching out to grab your bare chest. His fingers were rough as he groped your tits, his hips rubbing his sheathe against your exposed pussy. Your nipples were pinched and toyed with, his thick bulge dragging along your lips and brushing your clit. His head dipped down, his velvety soft lips sucking on a nip, his thick tongue rubbing against it. You tried to push him away weakly and in response he roughly bit your breast, grunting at you to stop and behave.
You cried out at the surprise punishment and your body jerked in reaction, his teeth felt sharp for an equine and you let your arms drop to the mattress. He resumed sucking and licking at your tit before moving to the other one, both nipples hard from the attention. Unwanted as it was. One hand ran along your body, down to your mound as he stopped grinding you with his sheathe and his thick digits took over.
They ran along your lips, pressing between them and rubbing the hole and up to your clit. You fought back the gasp that tried to escape as he rubbed at that sensitive nub, small circles and small back and forths along the length of the hood. You bit the inside of your cheek, your body giving into the stimulation as his finger dipped back down again to your hole. His mouth was still working on your nipples and as he felt you getting wet, so he kept rubbing and touching you.
He swapped hands and the one touching you reached out, pressing the pump head of the large bottle there. Thick, clear liquid poured onto his hand and fingers and rubbed against your cunt and asshole. A thick finger slid inside your pussy, pressing deep and curling to stroke your walls. You closed your eyes and bit harder on the inside of your cheek, the attention on your tits and inside your pussy was getting harder to ignore.
Another finger slipped in, your slit getting wetter alongside the lube as he worked your hole. Your body was moving a little now, his fingers sliding out after a moment more and a single, wet finger sliding down and pushing into your slicked ass. You tensed and that held gasp finally got out as he worked your asshole with that digit and adding a second shortly after. He buried them deep in your ass like he had with your cunt, his mouth leaving your chest to force a kiss on your mouth. You didn't kiss back, but he didn't care, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he kissed you deeply.
You couldn't stop your hips from rocking now, even if your eyes remained closed. He couldn't force you to open them. His fingers withdrew from your ass and you heard him pump more lube onto his hand, then a wet, slick sound and low moans. Curiosity took over and you opened your eyes, which quickly widened at the sight.
He had two cocks. Both long and thick, both different. One looked like a horse dick, the other, a canine one. He was slicking both up together, his hand rubbing the lube on them at the same time. His gaze met yours and he grinned, canine teeth showing in an equine muzzle. Definitely a half breed that happened to be born dual cocked.
He moved both himself and you to a better angle for him, lining his cocks up at your holes. The bottom canine one at your ass and the top equine one at your pussy, he pressed his hips forward and impaled both holes together. His twin cocks sank into your slicked holes with little resistance, your body arching and another gasp was forced out of your lips.
He pressed himself in deeper, the cocks stretching and filling both your holes. You swore they were both getting thicker as he started to thrust, your ass ached around the fat canine cock as it was stretched wide around him. The equine dick slid easily inside you, the only resistance after the flat head was the medial ring which led to a wider part of his cock. You moaned and panted as he fucked you, his head was beside yours, heavy breaths in your ear.
One hand went to grope at your tit again, his hips slapping into yours and he too moaned. He grabbed your hips and raised them up, thrusting hard and deep, fully burying both cocks inside your stretched holes. He hilted himself with every thrust now, the wet sounds of the fucking and both your moans and panting breaths filling the air.
You hooked your legs around his waist for more comfort and that drove him to fuck you harder, your stomach bulging from the horsecock with every full thrust. He lent forward and grunted and moaned, his movements getting faster and firmer, each thrust rocked your body. His cocks were thick and hot, the head of the equine dick in your pussy was flaring and you could feel something at the base of both dicks starting to stretch you even wider.
The knots got bigger and forced your holes wider, it hurt and you let out a combination moan and yelp of pain. Forcing the huge knots inside with a final grunt, he thrust shallowly inside you, one hand moving to rub your clit as his cocks swelled inside you. Your stomach was bulged visibly, the flared head of the horse dick pushing out a little more as you let out moans and groans. You couldn't hold back anymore, his finger ceasing it's movement a few moments as he came with a shudder.
His cum filled both holes, hot and thick as he panted hard. His cocks pulsed as they spurted his seed inside you over and over, his finger resumed rubbing your clit and it didn't take much longer for you to cum. You came with a shaking moan, your holes tightening around his dicks and pulsing, helping to milk those thick cocks of his cum.
He moved forward a little, moving you both so he could lay down, tied inside you twice. He moved one of your legs over his hip, his cum still spurting inside you. You were pretty sure your stomach was a little extra distended right now from all of it and not once had you ever felt so damned full. The knots tugged a little internally as he shifted a little more, a little excess cum leaking out of your pussy.
"Mine." He grunted lowly, his arms grabbing you and pulling you against him to hold you firmly. Not that you were going anywhere while double tied.
If you weren't already exhausted from all the running earlier, now you were... whatever came after that. As much as you wanted to stay awake and escape if he fell asleep, you couldn't keep your eyes open and you fell asleep, trapped.
By the time you awoke, hours later, you were alone in the room. He and his clothes were gone, your clothes were still there and around your throat was a collar that, no matter how hard you tried, would not come off or undone.
You'd been hunted, taken, trapped and claimed.