No...

Sue looked up at him, trying to form her thoughts, regretting the wine. “Yes, you…no,” she stuttered. “I don’t…it don’t want this.”

Kraven smiled. “Alas, when the hunt ends, what the prey thinks no longer matters,” he said as he lifted her to the table, scattering cups and plates and meat, and spread her legs. He waved his hand at the haunch of meat beside Sue’s head. “That beast no doubt though he was lord of creation, but when the hunt was over I used his flesh as I saw fit.” He unfastened his pants and his cock sprang forth, erect and hard as iron. He stepped between her legs, shoved aside her white panties, and pushed the head of his cock between her pussy lips. “As I will use yours,” he said, driving it in, hard, wrenching an inventory groan from Sue’s lips. He seized her hips and began fucking her, savagely, mercilessly, pounding her cunt harder than she could remember it being pounded before, almost as hard as she imagined in her darkest, secret fantasies, the ones where she entices Reed to loose all control, taking her…if she could close her eyes she could almost imagine this was imagination… in the darkness behind her eyelids she could feel her body responding, something building…

Then, abruptly, she was dragged into reality as the hunter clutched her hips painfully tight, threw his head back in a feral howl and came deep into her.

Kraven pulled his sagging member from her cunt and stepped back, looking 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.

…

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 and the tattered remains of Sue’s panties were 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. Until we meet again. –K”

Looking down at the radio, Susan Richards felt relief and shame and a deep, aching need. Later, she would drag her husband into the first room they could find and they would not emerge for some time. But still, this would be one adventure of the Invisible Woman that would never be told….