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Sue’s head was spinning. Was it the wine, was it those damn flowers, was it the dangers of the Savage Land awakening the faint little animal thrill she had felt so many time in so many adventures when she had defied ****...was it…she struggled to find words.

Kraven smiled at the confused blonde. “You begin to see, I think,” he said, standing up to walk before her, his cock straining at his pants. “Here, now, in this place, you are not Mrs. Richards. You are not the Invisible Woman. You are a beast, as am I. And beasts will do what beasts will do.” He pushed her, not ungently, and she fell unresisting to the dark jungle earth. “Beasts fuck, Mrs. Richards. They fuck without shame,” he went on, unfastening his pants, loosing his iron-hard erection. He knelt down, seized the blonde MILF’s hips, turned her on her belly, parted her unresisting legs. “As will we,” he said, positioning the tip of his cock at the lips of her womanhood. “As will we!”

Sue groaned as she felt the rock-hard cock thrust violently into her pussy. He seized her hips and began fucking her, savagely, mercilessly, pounding her cunt harder than she could remember it being pounded before. He’s no more than an animal, she thought, no better than that mutant gorilla, with his monstrous cock, ready to ravage her helpless body, to fuck her deeper, harder, harder, harder…she felt a rising tide of heat as some logical part of her brain was screamed at her, screaming this was wrong, wrong, but was it? If he was an animal, wasn’t this just physical pleasure, animal pleasure?

Then he was fucking faster and harder and deeper and grinding her erect nipples into the soft earth and the rising tide of ecstasy drowned all logical thought. She moaned and writhed shamelessly and Kraven gave an inhuman growl and seized the silken rope that still hung around her throat and hauled her upright as he reared back and thrust and thrust and came and she came, her body locking, her mouth raised to the starry heavens in the silent scream.

Kraven fell back, his sagging member falling from her cunt. He lay still on the ground for long moment before he hauled himself to his feet to look down at the panting, prostrate blonde MILF. “Do not relax overmuch, Mrs. Richards,” he said, reaching down to grab her by the hair. “Kraven uses every part of his kills.”

And he did.

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Sue awoke on the morning sprawled naked in the dirt. She could feel Kraven’s cooling spunk in her, on her. She shakily stood. The clearing was empty. The hunter and every trace of his camp was gone, save for the radio, lit up and emitting a faint hiss of static as it sat next to a tree. A note was pinned to the tree above it with a short spear. Sue got to her feet and read the note.

“Be not concerned with reputation. I have many trophies that are for my eyes and pleasure alone. I shall greatly enjoy our next encounter. –K”

Looking down at the radio, Susan Richards felt relief and pushed down the shame. Kraven was right. That has not been Susan Richards, last night. That had not been the Invisible Woman. That had been a beast. But the beast was gone now. She would return to her husband, to her family, to saving the world. But this would be one adventure of the Invisible Woman that would never be told.

And somewhere, deep within her, the beast stirred and growled, low and rumbling….