Yes...

Sue’s head was spinning. She could feel her whole body tingling. Was it the wine, those damn flowers, the adrenaline rush of the long chase, the narrow escapes…this killer, this animal, had chased her for half a day through a jungle hell, all for this moment, and it, and it…

Kraven smiled at the 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…”

Something in Sue’s mind snapped, or perhaps clicked into place. She didn’t know which. “Mr. Kravinoff,” she interrupted as she lifted herself to sit on the edge of the table, her legs spread. “Are you going to talk me to **** or fuck me?”

The hunter’s grin grew broader and his cock grew harder as he stepped forward. “As you wish, Mrs. Richards,” he said as he stepped between her legs, seized her hips and thrust himself into her.

The rough wood under her naked flesh was slippery with grease and sticky with spilled wine as Kraven relentlessly hammered into her. She arched her back as he drove deeper and deeper, setting her tingling body on fire. He bent his head down and ravaged her breasts and painfully erect nipples and a jolt of orgasm shook her body and tightened her pussy around his relentless cock. She wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him tighter with every muscle of her body. She looked into his eyes and saw the pure animal want, the pure bestial need, and a paralyzing jolt and a scalding wave rushed through her and she threw her head back in a scream that sent flocks of birds into the darkening sky and he roared and came into her like a scalding fountain.

He slumped back to the seat, panting like he’d run a marathon while she lay on the table, boneless and shivering. She stared at the darkening sky and felt no guilt. She had not betrayed her husband. Her marriage was about love. This was about need. Her need to escape, his need to dominate, their need for simple animal pleasure.

It was a need not yet satisfied.

Rolling onto her belly, Sue reached down between Kraven’s legs, fondling his sagging cock, his hanging balls. She stooped her head down and took his cock between her lips, tasting her own cunt on it, savoring it. He was more than half-erect again before he raised his head. “I admire your dedication to your bargains, Mrs. Richards,” he said.

She raised her head. “And I expect dedication to your craft from you, Mr. Kravinoff,” she said, twisting her body around the table until her toned ass faced the man. “I am told a true hunter uses every part of his kill.”

***

Sue awoke on the morning naked save for the spider-silk leash still around her neck, sprawled facedown in the dirt. She could feel Kraven’s cooling spunk on her, in her, in every part of her. 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.

“You are a magnificent beast, Mrs. Richards. We shall meet again. –K”

Sue stood, lost in thought for a moment. She could not believe she had betrayed Reed, her marriage Kraven was right. This land was too primitive, too primeval for civilized concepts like love and duty to apply. Last night they had been beasts, and it had been, it had been…but now it was time to return to the world of man.

Except…was it? She, her family, had faced so many beasts over the years. Men twisted in mind, twisted in body, some literal monsters. All driven by need to go beyond the bounds of law and civilization and sanity.

Could she…would she…

What adventures would the Invisible Woman have now?