The Mating Run

I’m so overwhelmed that I can’t decide whether to scream in ecstasy or agony. “Please, please, please!” His strong hands guide me back and forth with each powerful thrust, causing me to moan uncontrollably. I am completely lost in the pleasure of his c*ck moving in and out of me, my eyes closed in ecstasy. Bubbling moans and pleas spill from my mouth, the words tumbling over each other incoherently. If the timing had been different, I wouldn’t have thought twice about pushing him off. The dirt and grime on the ground make the experience of being f*ck*d revolting, but the pleasure of the s*x is unparalleled. Every time his c*ck pushes inside of me, I feel my insides getting destroyed. “That’s it. Take it. You can take it.” “F*ck, f*ck!” My mind tells me I don’t want this, but my body craves it, nonetheless. Arching my back against him, I push my hips towards him, urging him to thrust deeper into me. I am lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the desire to be taken and filled, and he seems to sense it without any verbal cues from me. I feel his hand on my hip, pressing me down into the ground, while the other hand tugs at my hair, keeping me at his mercy. The raw and intoxicating scent of him fills my senses as his chest presses against my back. His thick c*ck stretches me out so much that it feels like I am being torn apart. “Holy sh*t,” I feel a shiver run down my spine as his lips brush against my neck, his murmurs sending goosebumps down my arms. He traces a line up my neck with his tongue, then moves to the other side, sending tingles down my spine. “You taste so f*ck*ng good.” As soon as his sharp canines sink into my mating gland, my whole body goes numb. The thick and warm sensation of my blood mixes with his venom as it spreads through my veins, causing my entire body to spasm. I can sense the bond forming between us as he relentlessly pounds at me, the heat of his body radiating onto mine. “Mine. All f*ck*ng mine.” With another sharp bite, I let out a moan of pleasure as his teeth sink deeper into my skin. I close my eyes and let out a contented sigh, fully immersing myself in the pleasurable feeling of being filled. “Yes, yes, yes!” As he wraps his arm around me, his fingers find their way to my cl*t, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I feel my body writhe with pleasure as an orgasm approaches, but he holds me tightly despite my convulsions. “Ah!” My moan of pleasure is so loud, but I can’t bring myself to care. “More!” “Let everyone know you’re mine. Scream.” I am completely under his control as his thumb presses into my chin, his words ringing in my ears. He grabs my chin roughly, turning my head towards what I assume is the direction of a camera. “Yours! I’m all yours!” The rest of the pack is likely observing us as we speak, with the event being transmitted on a huge screen for all to see. I feel exposed and vulnerable, certain that they are watching me getting f*ck*d on the forest floor. But this is tradition to them, and its vulgarity or dirtiness doesn’t matter in the slightest. The Mating Run. It’s the blood and s*x that makes it fun. As soon as we exit the forest, I can already imagine the sound of his friends slapping his back and congratulating us on forming a bond. The elderly member of our pack would stroke my swollen belly, filled with his seed, assuring me that by the months, I would give birth to his pups. “Lift your hips.” I obey his every command, feeling his grip on my ankle tighten as he thrusts harder. As he twists my legs, I feel a tightness in my chest, and his c*ck pushes deeper inside of me. I can hear his heavy breathing and the sound of our bodies slapping together, and I know that I am about to experience the most intense orgasm of my life. I gasp as his knot catches on my p*ssy, the sudden pleasure causing me to see stars. “F*ck! I’m going to fill you up with my pups. You like that? I think you f*ck*ng do.” “Please, please, oh goddess, please.” “F*ck, yeah, okay. Yeah, anything my mate wants, she gets.” Suddenly, he flips me over onto my back, his weight pressing down on me. I feel a mix of pleasure and pain as he groans and bites down on my neck, his canines buried deep. In an instant, my senses are overwhelmed by the intensity of my orgasm, leaving me unable to speak or move. Wave after wave of orgasm washes over me until tears start to stream down my face. As he releases himself inside of me, I can feel the knot on his c*ck growing, filling me up completely. I can feel his presence inside, my belly bulging from the weight of his c*ck and the warmth of his c*m. I feel my body spasming as I listen to him grunting on top of me. He pulls back, his eyes intently focused on mine. His eyes are so dark that they look like endless pools, pulling me in. There’s a hunger simmering underneath his eyes, and I can sense that he can see it in my eyes too as we stare at each other. The feeling of his body against mine is familiar and comforting, even though I can’t remember meeting him more than five times. Since we’re both contenders in the mating run, it doesn’t matter to find out much about him beforehand. This mating is always going to happen from the moment I first run through the forest, but now it feels like the universe is aligning to make it happen. As a Hider, my job is to hide, and as a Hunter, his job is to chase me down. The sound of his breathing deepens as he begins to move his c*ck in and out of me. As there’s no longer a need to run since we’re mated, he takes his time, making sure to please me in every way possible. I pull him towards me, my arms around his shoulders, and I taste the salty skin of his neck with my tongue. “I just came,” With each thrust, my breath comes out in a moan and a whisper. “Oh, f*ck.” His tongue slides over my mating bite, sending shivers down my spine. “You can take it,” Pausing momentarily, he squeezes my waist tightly. “What’s your name?” If this weren’t considered normal too, I would be offended, but thankfully, it is. “Alina. You?” The corners of his mouth turn up into a smirk, indicating his amusement. “Put that pretty brain to work and remember. You know who I am.” ══════════════════ Months Before The Mating Run "I don't see the point of it, Alina." As we jog in the morning, Ettie completely brushes off the suggestion I make, and I let out a sigh of frustration. For the past few days, I've been considering registration, but the thought of going through it alone is making me apprehensive. It would be a good opportunity for Ettie to participate, especially since we're around the same age. The High Council Elders will choose a mate for her in two years if she doesn't take matters into her own hands. "You're not seriously gonna let those decrepit old farts decide your fate for you, right, Ettie?" "They must be experts at this. Besides, my legs aren't cut out for it. Did ya see how quick those Hunters run? Climbing trees and swimming aren't my thing. Alina, I'll die out there, you know it." "You're never gonna survive with that negative attitude." Ettie bends over, hands on her knees, huffing and puffing as she tries to catch her breath, sweat pouring down her face. Despite doing morning jogs for ages, Ettie still complains about the steep hill at the halfway point. There are times when I suspect she's not being honest about her weariness, possibly to avoid our early morning jogs, given her lazy tendencies. "If you want me to, I can support you from the stands. I'll have a big sign ready with your name on it for when you finally get mated." Ettie's answer is predictable, so I grumble under my breath, not disappointed in the slightest. Though I can't make her do anything, I hope she won't blame me if the High Council Elders select an ugly mate for her. Once I become a Hider, I have faith that I will be found by only the best, and I will have the power to choose. Every year, the Springcrest Pack celebrates the Mating Run, a tradition that dates back generations. Those aged 18-25 have the opportunity to register and find their mates each year. The celebration is meant for bonding and matches, with plenty of weddings, yet everyone knows it's nothing more than a giant unspoken orgy. On the day of the event, contenders will be divided into two groups: Hiders and Hunters. The selection will depend on their overall health and performance leading up to the event. Those who don't register for the Mating Run will have to rely on the High Council Elders to choose a mate for them once they turn 25. And so... maybe the High Council Elders do make good pairings, but they always acknowledged the possibility of separation. The Mating Run, on the other hand, has a track record of creating strong matches, like my parents who met during their time. It's the Hunters who do the chasing, relentlessly pursuing the Hiders. When it comes to chasing, gender is irrelevant. Both men and women can be skilled Hunters. They are the ones who shine during interviews before the celebration, gathering the most support from the crowd. They’re the ones that endure the pre-trials and show great endurance, proving to the rest of the pack that they have the best overall ability. Meanwhile, it is the Hiders' job to stay hidden. The Hiders have at least five hours to prepare before the game begins, scouting for the perfect hiding spot along the trail. Rather than relying on strength, Hiders highlight their fragility and sensuality in interviews. Sponsors tend to favor Hiders, so they often receive the most gifts. During the Mating Run, gifts from sponsors are essential for survival, as food and weapons become increasingly scarce with each passing day. With my height and frame being a disadvantage, I've been training myself to be a Hider, honing my skills in camouflage and evasion. Hiders have it easier, they don't have to worry about strategy or being detected. They just have to hide and wait. With that thought lingering, I make a beeline for the shower as soon as I get home, eager to freshen up before heading out to City Hall. ══════════════════ Outside, a line of people with envelopes and folders are already forming. From the line, I can immediately predict who will be chosen as Hunters and Hiders. It takes me a while to even get inside. The registration process involves a brief physical examination, recording of vital signs, a psychological evaluation, and a personal interview. Although they go through the formalities, every member of the pack knows that when it comes to the trial, rules don't apply, and anything can happen. And when I say anything - I mean anything. "Alina Mockett!" As soon as I hear my name called from the receptionist area, I stand up with my envelope in hand. I feel dizzy with excitement, even though I have been preparing for this moment my entire life. I take a deep breath and make my way to the office with the 'Clinic' sign, determined to face whatever lay ahead. While scribbling on a clipboard, my doctor, an elderly woman and member of the High Council Elders, scrutinizes me from head to toe. Before I could even hand her my envelope, she starts speaking her mind. "Short. You're aware that you're short, right?" Feeling self-conscious, I grimace. I'm 5'2", which I consider a normal enough height, but in comparison to the others from my pack, I guess I'm one of the shortest. As she walks around me, the doctor taps her pen on the clipboard, sighing again. I stand as still as I can, hoping that the makeup I put on earlier won't run down my face. "Thin. Well, your skin looks good, so that's something. Your hair's black and a bit on the shorter side, but we can add some makeup to make you pop instead. You're... alright, maybe, but not stunning. Totally not stunning." "…Thank you?" As the doctor continues with the check-up, I can feel the cold stethoscope against my skin, and my heart rate quickens with every shake of her head. When she weighs me, I'm relieved that she doesn't make any comments about my weight. The psychological examination is straightforward, involving only the identification of a happy emoticon and an assessment of my ability to control aggressive tendencies. The doctor swiftly takes the envelope from my hand, which contains my registration form and a couple of photographs of my face. Then, she hands me a pamphlet, and a sheaf of printouts to read through. Overwhelmed by how quick the process is, I accept them. "Alright, here’s a list of places where you can hide that suit you best if you get selected as a Hider. Oh, and there's also a trail map and guide in there, which gives the quickest routes in case you end up being a Hunter. We've got a whole squad of designers, make-up artists, and a nutritionist to make sure you're all set for the event. Keep in mind, the Mating Run can run for a long time, so make sure you're healthy and have plenty of sponsors." "O-okay." "Any questions?" "No…?" "Next!" Blinking in surprise, I look down at the pamphlets in my hand, feeling the glossy paper against my fingertips as I walk out of City Hall. The air outside is thick with the sound of snapping cameras and excited chatter as a crowd of photographers and interviewers gathers to document the Mating Run participants. I'm so focused on trying to hide from the press by flipping through the pages of the Hider manual that I don't even notice the person calling out my name. My head snaps up so fast that dizziness washes over me, and my eyes immediately focus on the last person I expected to see. "Ettie?"