Get it over with...

Sue’s mind raced…”can’t betray Reed, must get back to Reed…” In the end, she could see no escape. If she wanted to see Reed again, she would have to give herself to Kraven. “Might as well get it over with,” she thought. Glaring at the hunter, she stepped forward, fell to her knees, and unfastened his belt. She pulled his tight pants down, and his cock sprang out, it’s growing stiffness belying the cool expression with which he looked down at her.

She closed her eyes and dropped her red lips around the stiffening member, bringing as much as she could into her mouth, withdrawing, and taking it in again. She tried to think of Reed, but it wasn’t Reed. It wasn’t his masculine scent that filled her nose, his masculine taste that filled her mouth. She glanced up, to seek Kraven looking down at her with pure animal lust, and a shiver passed through here. She began to feel lightheaded. This was wrong, this was wrong, but she could feel his desire, feel it doing something to her…

Kraven’s hips began to move, pulling her out of her reverie. She tried to pull away, but his hands were on her head, griping her hair, holding her head to his crotch as he growled and came, pouring his hot seed down her defenseless throat. He finally released her, and she fell back, coughing and sputtering.

“A most impressive display, Mrs. Richards,” Kraven said. “But I fear our dinner will be burned if I allow you to go on much longer. Will you join me at table?”

Table, in this case, proved to be made of crudely hacked planks, set with haunch of roasted dinosaur and potent red wine poured generously into coconut-shell cups. Kraven ate vigorously while Sue, once she had washed the taste of the hunter from her mouth with a long swig of the wine, picked at the food, torn between hunger and a desire not to accept the hunter’s hospitality.

Karven set down the bone he had been tearing meat from. “If you hunger, you should eat,” he said. “This is the Savage Land. There is no need for restraint, here. You flee, you fight, you feast, and then…,” he said, looking her up and down.

“Some of us do not throw off civilization so easily, Mr. Kravinoff,” Sue replied, afraid she had not sounded as certain as she had intended.

The hunter stood and walked over to her. “But this land changes those who pass through it, in ways gross and subtle,” he said, removing his belt as he looked down at her. “I think it has wrought some changes in you. Do I lie?”