The Scarred Huntress

You Almost Crashed Us (R 18)

He stops there, tonguing it while I gasp for air.

The dark tunnel is a symphony of my moans and his grunts, our musky passion thickening the air. He catches my breast, and I jolt when his claws clamp my n****e. Electricity and needle-like pain course through me. My mind becomes a mess till all I want is him inside me.

"Just say the words and I'm yours, Huntress." His voice is hoarse and shaky, and I smile against his lips.

"Say it." He pulls back and fists his length, scorching my entrance with the head of his c**k.

A gust of wind. Then chopper blades. The sound is unmistakable. Close. I almost run mad. Icar snarls. Lights flood the outside of the container. The megaphoned voices come back, calling us out of our hideout. They saw the pawprints. They are too fast. Icar peels away from me, and my wolf wants out, angry at them for interrupting us. A powerful hunger fills me. A hunger for blood and destruction.

Thud. Thud.

Foot soldiers are landing. I can hear the vicious pounding of their paws against the soil. It won't take long before they find us.

We both run in the opposite direction, deeper into the tunnel. The darkness swallows us as we leave the light end behind.

Wolves are gaining on us. Fully shifted wolves. Three, I make out from the violent rhythm of their paw thumps.

I pick up pace, and so does Icar. The wind slaps my face. Even now, with imminent danger at our tail, I can't help but be infuriated at how easily he catches up to me. I stop holding back and let my wolf take over. I hear a shout of warning before I take the back seat in my mind. My wolf carries me forward, faster than ever. The darkness grows thicker, so dense I can feel it hugging my fur, almost slowing me down. I can't see a thing, so I smell my way forward. A powerful tang of metal and dust clogs my nostrils. The end of the tunnel just a few meters away. Barred. I slow down.

Icar doesn't. He blurs past me and a mighty gust slaps my face. Dust prickles my eyes, and before I can blink, a powerful explosion wracks me.

I skid to a halt as the cloud of dust and smoke clears, revealing a yawning hole in the metal wall. The moonlight cuts through. Icar rolls safely on the other side and keeps running with renewed pace. I let my wolf rush to catch him. My energy feels boundless now that we're out in the open. I finally catch up to Icar, and we sprint. Over the hills and under the valleys. Across the plains. The night air is cold and refreshing, and I relish the burn in my heart and muscles.

Night slowly gives way to day. I can't sense our pursuers any longer. Dawn cracks, and we reach the other side of the island. Dark waves kiss the shore in liquid hushes.

I leap from my wolf form and bolt on my two feet towards what looks like a boat. I get closer, and I realize it's a jet ski. Icar tries to outrun me to it, but I see him coming and bump against his side. He easily tumbles to the ground from his own momentum, and I mount the jet ski.

Euphoria fills me when the machine hums against my flesh. I rev and drive into the sea, leaving Icar in the dust.

Exhilarated laughter bursts out of me, the wind catching my hair, the rest of the world a blur until I feel the weight of the jet ski sink behind me and Icar's solid chest against my back.

I purr. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

"Shut up and drive, Huntress." His tongue assaults my nape, and I moan, throwing my head back for more.

He cups my breast and flicks my c******s like a light switch. When he pinches, I hiss and hold his neck so he's closer than ever. The jet ski swerves sharply, and I realize I've been driving us one-handed. Icar quickly takes control and stabilizes the vehicle.

"You almost crashed us," he says against my earlobe like it's a bad thing I should be punished for. I whimper when his finger slides into my p***y, and I clench my walls to keep him there. His need pulses against my back. He twists my n****e and fingers me as we ride, the roaring engine and spraying waters drowning the squelches and my moans.

The jet ski wobbles, and I grit my teeth while trying to control it. Any misstep and we'd crash, but I don't want him to stop. He adds another finger to the assault, and that's when I lose it. I let go of the handle and writhe against him. Cold, electrifying heat rolls through me in waves, each one more powerful than the last. His fingers still work inside of me. I see white. I clench his thighs beside me. My claws dig into them. He grunts, and I hiss. His molten c*m paints my back.

The sun comes up faster than I'd like. I'm naked with Icar on a jet ski while high-rise buildings stand tall behind a thick fog in the distance. The human world. I know because I can smell them. I see the giant docks and vessels carrying cargo worth fucktons of money. I see the infrastructure in progress. The cranes lifting building blocks. Men in helmets manning the strange machines. I'm naked, but it is now that I really feel exposed. Icar's large frame envelopes me from behind, and I bathe in his warmth. Though I wish I was the one behind him so I could stroke his enormous c**k while he drives us, making him c*m several times before we touch dry ground. Revenge for what he did to me. My p***y still tingles from the ghost of his fingers. I knead his hairy, powerful forearms instead and wiggle my butt so his c**k is snug between my asscheeks. Contented, I admire the pulsing veins in his forearms as he maneuvers the jet ski toward land.