Like an animal

Maybe it was the full moon that would soon grace the sky.

Maybe it was the lack of sex in his life.

Maybe it was the strange chanting he heard from the woods on the darkest nights.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was simply the sight of those perfect breasts.

But it didn't matter why to Russel and he advanced on Vanessa with a hungry gaze that filled the naked girl with dread. Before she could even react, her mind too shocked to fight or run, the park ranger was upon her- his huge hands locked on her wrists. With an ease and effort that froze her panicked mind, Russel lifted her arms above her head. She was fully exposed before him now, bountiful breasts bouncing downwards with all gravity's cruelty and her curly crotch no longer safe from breeze or sight. The park ranger groaned in hunger and lust. Vanessa for her part finally regained some of her senses and struggled against his grip, sending her breasts to jiggling madly from the effort. Her pleas fell on deaf ears as Russel watched the wondrous show. There was a lust in him unseen in the civilized world. He longed, not simply to have Vanessa, but to mate with her. To fill her fertile body with his seed. But first he would taste his prize.

Painfully Vanessa was lifted by her wrists, her pathetic whining doing little but further exciting the beast in Russel. His grip tightened as he lifted her. Finally her heaving breasts were hanging before him and he latched onto one of them with all the savage desire of an animal. Vanessa yelped as he chomped and suckled, feeling his rough beard scratch her tender flesh. Russel licked her hardened nipple as his jaw struggled to fit as much of her massive orb within as he could. They tasted as soft and fresh as he'd hoped. A dark part of his mind was surrendering. If Russel was ever a decent man, the lust was swiftly eroding whatever remained of that persona. Vanessa, no HIS Vanessa was here for the taking. Before the night was over she would be screaming his name at the starlit sky.

She yelped even louder as he switched to her first breast, looking in horror at the purplish teeth marks Russel had left on her screaming breast. Her mind was racing, looking for some reprieve from this terrible labyrinth of lust she was lost in. Her panicked kicks didn't even seem to faze him nor did her pleas for a reprieve. His bites were even deeper this time and Vanessa wondered in terror if he'd actually tear her nipple off. Before that grim reality came to pass Russel returned his hungry maw to the first victim and chomped into another, unmarked portion of her soft breastflesh. If this continued for much longer, there'd be no spot on her chest that wasn't purple from his "affections". She was out of breath now, the yelping costing her precious breath as she still was hanging in his iron grip. Worse, some part of her...was beginning to like this. Was there some part of her, buried and forgotten, that longed to breed beneath the stars?