Hunter

Nora sprinted through the dense undergrowth, branches scratching at her skin as she desperately tried to outrun her pursuers. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her lungs burned as she gasped for air. Despite her exhaustion, she knew she couldn't stop - not when the grey creatures were hot on her trail.

She had run for what seemed like hours, but showed no sign of slowing down. Determination fueled her every step, driving her forward despite her aching limbs and throbbing head. She had lost all sense of time and direction, her only goal being to put as much distance between herself and the creatures as possible.

Just as Nora thought she might finally be safe, she heard a twig snap behind her. She whirled around to find the same tall figure from before standing there. He looked different.

Nora tried to run away from the mysterious man, but her legs felt like lead and she stumbled. Before she could regain her balance, the man grabbed her tightly. She struggled to break free, but the man's grip was too strong.

He leaned close to Nora's ear and whispered, "Everything is going to be okay. I won't hurt you." His voice was deep and soothing, but Nora was too frightened to trust him.

Despite her fear, Nora began to feel lightheaded and dizzy. Her eyes fluttered shut and she collapsed in the stranger's arms.

Nora slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. She was lying in a comfortable bed with fresh linens and pillows. Her body still ached, but she felt refreshed and energized.

As she looked around, she realized that she was in a small wooden cabin. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the room with a warm glow.

To her left, she saw the mysterious man sitting in a chair next to her bed. He smiled at her, his expression kind and welcoming. Nora felt a sense of relief wash over her, but she was still wary of this stranger.

She noticed that her wounds had been bandaged and her clothes replaced with a long white shirt. She blushed, feeling self-conscious in the oversized garment.

"Are you hungry?" the man asked, breaking the silence.

Nora hesitated, unsure if she should trust this stranger. But her stomach growled loudly, betraying her hunger.

The man stood up and returned with a steaming bowl of porridge. The smell was enticing, and Nora's mouth watered as she reached for the spoon.

She took a tentative bite, savoring the rich flavors of honey and cinnamon. The porridge was just the right consistency, neither too thick nor too watery.

Nora devoured the entire bowl, embarrassed by her ravenous behavior. The man simply smiled and offered her more, which she gratefully accepted.

As she ate, Nora couldn't help but wonder why this stranger was helping her. Who was he, and what did he want?

As Nora finished her second bowl of porridge, Abran continued speaking. "My name is Abran," he said. "I am a hunter, and I come here every season to live in these woods. When I saw a stranger in my territory, I was surprised. And when I realized what those creatures did to you..."

Abran trailed off, his expression darkening. Nora felt a wave of shame wash over her, knowing that this stranger had witnessed her vulnerability.

But Abran didn't dwell on it. Instead, he offered her a way out. "You can stay here as long as you need," he said. "If you're hungry, you can take whatever you need from my supplies. There are also some trousers and a shirt if you want to change out of that dress."

He glanced at Nora's bruises, and added, "May I look at your injuries? I can tend to them if needed."

Nora nodded, grateful for his concern. Abran gently examined her wounds, cleaning them with a gentle touch. Nora winced as he probed a particularly tender spot, but remained silent.

After finishing his inspection, Abran declared that none of the wounds seemed serious. They should heal given time and care.

"Thank you," Nora murmured, feeling a sense of relief.

Before she could thank him properly, Abran announced that he needed to go hunting. "There's food in the storage shed outside," he said. "Help yourself to anything you need."

With that, he departed, leaving Nora alone in the cabin.

The next three days, Nora couldn't stand up. She was far too exhausted and hurt, but Abran took care of her. She quickly recognized that he was drawn to her. It wasn't surprising, as a healthy man alone in the woods. Normally, after what happened, she shouldn't even think about such things. She was brutally by the monsters, but for some strange reasons, she couldn't explain why she felt aroused. She tried to ignore it, knowing it wasn't normal and dangerous.

The man helped her, but what if he realized she was getting horny? He might take advantage of her vulnerability. During the day, while the man was often away hunting, she started masturbating in secret. She couldn't help it; there was this strange arousal inside her that she had never experienced before. Every time the man came back, she had to stop herself from staring at him and getting instantly wet. What was happening to her?

She thought about it more. The man had been really nice to her. The huntsman saved her life and fed her, and he had been very decent. He wanted her, she could see it in his eyes. From then on, at night, Nora didn't sleep much. She started fantasizing about Abran, who slept on the floor. She wondered what would happen if she offered herself to him. Her body had healed mostly, except for a few scars here and there. But her desire for a cock inside her grew stronger every night. On the seventh night, she decided to act on her feelings.

That evening, Nora lay awake in bed, unable to sleep. She kept thinking about Abran and how close they were becoming. She knew she needed to talk to him, but she was nervous. After all, she had just met him a week ago, and they hadn't spoken much since then.

Finally, Nora worked up the courage to slip out of her bed and walk towards Abran's makeshift bed on the floor. As she approached him, she noticed that he was lying on his side, facing away from her. Carefully, she knelt down beside him and reached out to touch his shoulder.

Abran stirred slightly, and Nora held her breath, afraid that she had woken him up. But he just rolled onto his back, letting out a soft sigh. Nora leaned closer, gazing at his handsome features in the dim light. His dark hair framed his face perfectly, and his strong jawline hinted at his rugged lifestyle.

Before she could stop herself, Nora pressed her lips to his cheek, feeling a thrill of excitement course through her. Abran seemed startled at first, but then he turned towards her and wrapped his arms around her. They shared a tender moment, their bodies pressed together, and Nara felt a sense of peace she hadn't felt in weeks.

After a few moments, Nora pulled away and looked into Abran's eyes. "I... I need to tell you something," she said hesitantly. "I know we haven't known each other for long, but..."

"Shhh," Abran interrupted, placing a finger on her lips. "You don't have to say anything. I already know."

Nara blinked in surprise. "You do?"

Abran nodded. "I've seen the way you look at me, Nora. And trust me, I feel the same way about you."

A wave of relief swept over Nora. She smiled and leaned in to kiss Abran again, this time more passionately. Their tongues danced together, and Nora felt a fire building deep within her. She wanted this man, and she wasn't going to let anything stop her.

Abran broke the kiss and began to undress Nora, starting with her thin shift. He peeled it off her shoulders and tossed it aside, revealing her naked skin beneath. Nora trembled with anticipation as Abran trailed his fingers along her neck and down her chest, teasing her nipples until they hardened.

Then, he moved lower, tracing circles around her navel before dipping his head between her legs. Nora gasped as his tongue fluttered across her most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She arched her back, bucking her hips against his mouth, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

When Abran finally lifted his head, Nora was left gasping for air. She barely had time to catch her breath before he positioned himself above her, his erection pressing against her core. With one swift thrust, he entered her, filling her with his warmth.

Nora groaned loudly as she wrapped her legs tightly around Abran's waist. She rocked her hips in perfect synchronization with his, relishing every moment of being filled by him. Sweat dripped from their bodies as they moved together in a passionate dance.

Abran thrust into her deeply, each stroke driving him closer to ecstasy. He could feel himself getting closer to climax, but he wanted to prolong the pleasure for both of them. As he drove deeper inside her, Nora arched her back and let out a soft moan. Her fingers dug into his flesh, urging him on.

But despite the intense pleasure they were experiencing, Nora couldn't help but feel unsatisfied. Something was missing. She remembered the strange creatures that had violated her in the cave, forcing themselves upon her mercilessly. They had been rough and animalistic, and somehow, that memory made her long for something similar.

"Fuck me harder!" she cried, unable to contain her lust. "Take me! Please!"

Abran obliged, increasing the pace of his thrusts. His powerful strokes sent waves of pleasure coursing through Nora's body, but still, she found herself wanting more. She needed something stronger, something more intense.

As Abran drove himself deeper inside her, Nora felt a brief flash of satisfaction. For a moment, she thought she might finally find what she was looking for. But just as quickly as it had come, the feeling disappeared. She felt empty again, yearning for something more.

The image of those goblin-like creatures ravaging her played over and over in her mind. Somehow, she knew that only they could satisfy her deepest desires.