On the Hunt 5- Dusk to Dawn[Lewd content]

Beatrice found him curled up in the woods, cuddling with Daisy after the dog had returned. Slowly she crept closer, keeping her satchel from jostling too loudly so as not to startle him too immediately. She stared longingly at the dog's position before trying to Coax Wilkes back to the waking world. Daisy grumbled and trot a few paces off when he rolled over onto her tail. She flopped back down in the clearing, nibbling on the boar's carcass that had been left to the forest. Beatrice decidedly left it there, the single boar was enough for now.

“Wilkes, c’mon, I gotta tend to you.” She tapped his face gently and he continued to refuse to wake. She decided it would be best to tend to his wounds then and there. The needle had barely gone through his skin to form stitches when Wilkes bolted upright. He accidentally headbutted the huntress. They both cursed and rubbed their foreheads.

"Oh shit, sorry Bea, you startled me!" He pushed her loose hair out of the way to be sure he hadn't bruised her face. He cupped her chin and turned her face side to side. . He noticed she was wearing his shirt that he had thrown at her before. The lace was still a belt around his waist, so his mind eased on working shirtless. He focused on her more directly after that.

Pale white beams washed on her skin. The green olive tone blending nicely with the deeper green of the forest. Her eyes stared at him, reflecting the light back. She was radiant as he stared, thumb caressing her cheek. "You're... really pretty in moonlight."

No response came, she just shoved him back and mumbled something. She started over on his stitches. He didn’t wince or flinch much, too afraid of having to start stitches over for a third time in three days. She hummed something as she worked, a soft tune almost like a lullaby. His eyes fluttered and this time she shook him.

“Hey, you hit your head a couple times after I found you again, no sleeping until we get you to a doctor.” She hissed at him. Half way through a motion to smack him before stopping. He smiled at her. That stupid, crooked grin he always had. He kept smiling at her until she put the needle and thread back into the bag she came with. He rested a hand on her toned thigh, and gave a light squeeze. It was firm, but had more give than he expected. She glared, but didn't remove his hand. A small concession. The warmth and slight squish enthralled the young sailor. She worked diligently, occasionally apologizing when he would wince.

“So, did I make good prey? I feel like I was good prey.” Wilkes tried to break the ice anew. She stared at him, eyes glinting with mischief as she smiled slightly. She slid in closer, wrapping an arm around his neck as her toned form came in close. Her breath tickled his neck as she took deep breaths, chuckling in his ear.

“Wilkes, I hunt beasts that can run for days and nights on end. Beasts that burrow and scheme. A sailor flinging his own blood around, on top of flirting with me for an entire day?” She stroked his chest playfully. “You were a satisfactory prey, but not challenging.”

"Satisfactory?" Wilkes scoffed. "I led you halfway around the forest."

"You bled all over the place, but still ran in one direction." She began a new set of stitches on his bicep. He noticed her hands lingered on the muscle and squeezed similarly to how he had with her thigh. He noticed her breathing quicken, and her pupils dilating slightly. He decided to press his luck.

"Tactical bleeding." He mused, her eyes flicked from his bicep to his face. Her scowl game, and bore down on him.

"That is not a thing." She became increasingly frustrated with him as she snipped the ends of the stitches. She set the scissors down in the bag, and pulled a medicated bandage wrap from within. It smelled strongly of mint.

"Worked, didn't it?" As he continued to run his mouth she wrapped his newest wound. Her hands rested on his arm afterward, her attention slipping to his toned body. As haughty as she was trying to be, Wilkes could see right through her.

"No. I found you again, twice now."

He tried to grin her frustration away again. It did not work.

"Well, you're patching me up instead of dragging me home by the ankle."

Beatrice snorted despite herself.

"I considered it."

"Liar."

"I absolutely considered it." Her hands moved to the stitches on his side, and with a fluid motion she began to pull out the torn threads from his wounds. Her brow was furrowed and she moved roughly. Pain shot through his side in dull throngs. He grabbed her wrist with his good arm. His left was still too numb to move fluidly.

"Careful!" he whined. She pulled off another stitch. Wilkes hissed. She shot him a look as he squirmed slightly.

"Careful?" She repeated slowly. "You crashed through the forest, tackled Rangpar, stole my knife, fought a boar, and threw your shirt at me."

"That last one worked pretty well."

"I'm still angry about falling for that."

A comfortable silence settles. Daisy crunches on a bone somewhere nearby. The rain continues through the canopy. Then Wilkes says something he doesn't entirely mean to. He would later blame it on exhaustion or blood loss. She’d remember it all the same.

"You looked worried when you found me again."

Beatrice's hands stop. Not long. Just long enough. There’s a slight tremble as she resumes her work.

"You fought a boar, alone with nothing but a knife."

"Still."

She doesn't answer immediately. Instead she threads the needle again. When she snips the wound clean, she pulls more of the bandaging out. She packs the wound directly with more of the minty salve.

"You ever think maybe you're difficult to hate?"

“Me? I’m the most lovable guy I know.” He said dryly. She rolled her eyes at him. He tucked some of her hair behind her eye playfully, letting his hand rest cupping her face gently. She leaned into it, smiling widely. Neither would admit who leaned in first, but their lips met again. Slow and soft at first. She leaned into him, continuing to stroke his chest. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand from her head downward. He began to massage her chest through her top, and she moaned into his mouth. She grabbed his wrist again and pulled back slightly.

“Wilkes… undress me.” She pleaded, her voice carried a warmth that made his heart race. Like skin to skin contact was something she needed. Her skirt had hiked up from scooting in, her top was already pulled low from his groping. He nodded and stuttered an affirmation. Dreaming it was one thing. Having a gorgeous, capable woman use that tone of voice with him was another. He obliged her, tugging at the top until it slipped beneath her bust. Her breasts spilled out and Wilkes’s mind went numb. She had always had an average chest from what he could tell, but these were massive. Easily the size of her head, her nipples were a darker green than the rest of her skin. Somewhere between healthy grass and fresh leaves. He cupped one of her massive mammaries and noticed it spilling between his fingers. They were perky, resembling He stared at her wide eyed and she blushed intensely.

“Q-quit looking at me like that! I know they’re huge, but they get in the way while hunting, so I bind them!” She flushed such a deep shade of green as she stammered. The moon light danced on her skin as her shoulders rolled inwards pushing the giant globes together in a way that left Wilkes’s jaw on the forest floor. She glared at him for a second. He regained an ounce of composure and gave the massive tit a squeeze. The soft flesh puffed further between his fingers, and forced a shudder through her. He tested the weight of them, somewhere between three and four pounds per tit. He rolled with her on the forest floor again. A hand planted on either side of her head, she looked up at him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, before they both glanced down again. Her skirt had hiked up entirely, it looked more like a belt now more than anything. Her bare nethers ground against the outline of his hard cock. With nimble fingers she untied his makeshift belt, and tugged his pants down to his knees.

It was then Beatrice’s turn to stare in open mouthed shock. She had expected an average size cock. She had hoped for a bigger one, somewhere around seven inches. She failed to hide the mix of shock and joy as he was disrobed. Nine inches of throbbing need swung between the sailor’s legs. Again the brave, proud huntress was reduced to making a mewling eep. She poked the tip of it, a jolt running up Wilkes’s spine as she did. A gooey strand of precum trailed with her as she lifted her finger.

“Wilkes, I said you were more of an orc than human… I am pleasantly correct. Thank Testero.” She smiled with a predatory glint, looming over him as the pair laid on the grass. Her breasts rested on his pec and bicep now, her face inches from his. She began to lazily stroke his stiff cock, biting her lip as she saw more precum begin to leak. He grunted softly as she worked her way up and down. Her hands were soft despite the callouses. She stopped stroking as abruptly as she began. She seemed to be debating something in her mind.

“Whatcha thinking Bea?” He asked as calmly as he could, she was still gripping something he would prefer to keep attached. The risk of mouthing off was simply too great at the present situation. She fidgeted for a moment, sending enthralling jiggles through her chest as she moved. She cupped a tit t in each hand, and wrapped them around his cock.

“I… read about this in a book Amy lent me. We have the right uhm, assets, so I just figured it would be, well you know, fun?” Beatrice wandered through the sentence like a horse in a grain mill.

“You read an erotic novel?”

“Women have needs wilkes, now shut up and let me sate mine.” She kissed the tip of his cock gently. The heat of her breath tickled as she nervously began to suck his cock. She tried lifting and lowering her tits while sucking, but had a mostly awkward rhythm. She’d sync the two briefly, but either get too focused on her tits or his dick. The pillowy softness mixed with the gentle suction melted Wilkes’s stress away. He ran a hand through her long dark hair, pulling a fistfull together for the base of a ponytail again. She stared directly into his eyes and something awoke in Wilkes.

Seeing the haughty, self-assured huntress like this. Her mouth that she loved to sass him with stuffed full of his cock. All her talk of him being her prey was replaced with gagging and slurping. A small heat rose in his core, flooding towards his groin.

“Oh shit bea, I’m gonna-” He tried to warn her, his tip pulling out of her mouth as she started to ask a question. A half dozen ropes of cum blasted over her face and chest. The valley of her cleavage had a white river cutting through now. She looked down at herself, seeing the sticky mess in the moon light on her green skin. She scooped some of his seed off her chest, and sniffed it. She licked it carefully, humming as she tasted it. A smile spread on her face as she voraciously scooped and devoured the rest of his seed. Her eyes drifted from her freshly cleaned chest to his still hard cock. She looked back at him for a second, adjusting so his cock no longer rested in the greatest valley he’d ever explored. She tucked as much of her hair behind her ear as she could, and slowly tried to swallow his length. The tip wasn’t a problem, and the first three inches followed with little resistance. It was only when he hit the back of her throat and felt a different kind of tightness that she stopped. A much louder gag and tears began to well in her eyes as she pulled back coughing. Despite her predicament she continued to stroke him at a rapid pace.

“Too deep” She explained sheepishly, he had never seen a timid side to her before. It wasn’t unwelcome, but was a bit jarring. To have her staring doe eyed at him after she had just spent the past day hunting him for sport. His mind snapped back to attention as she began to bob her head up and down again. The huntress had finally found a rhythm she could match while massaging the rest of his length with her chest. She did however have her limits. His cock popped free and she gingerly massaged her jaw. Wilkes gingerly pushed her onto her back, the soft grass embraced her warmly. He began to plant kisses all over her body like milestones as he traveled downward.

First her lips. He kissed her gingerly, somewhat averse to putting his mouth where his dick had just been. Followed by her cheek which was still flush with a mix of need and embarrassment. The opposing shades of green clearly visible in the moonlight. Then her tender jaw, a content sigh as he bombarded her face until she was giggling. Satisfied, he continued to voyage downward..

Her neck proved to be a weak point, her back arched and fingers ran through his hair. His favorite part was the noises she made while he ravaged her neck. Something between moans and cooing. At one point he swore she intended to hold him there until the sun rose. Her hips ground against his, those same fingers then raked across his scalp. A not so gentle reminder that she was waiting.

Wait she would, at least for a little more. Try as he might, Wilkes couldn’t ignore the half orc’s massive tits. They were too stunning, too perfect to ignore. Being this close he realized each tit was bigger than her head. Her nipples poked out into the air, hardened from all the excitement running through her body. Calloused hands kneaded the breasts at large, shivers running down her spine whenever a callous would brush over her sensitive nipples. Curiosity got the better of him and he attempted to suck both nipples at once. Beatrice gasped, instinctively her legs wrapped around his waist. She stared at him, eyes half lidded, and bit her lip.

His voyage was cut short. She had him trapped, toned legs holding him so his tip was nearly aligned with her folds. Wordlessly he pressed his hips forward slightly, but something resisted. The response was immediate, her heels kicked in, pulling the sailor deeper inside her. Beatrice let out a pained gasp as the resistance gave.

“Wait was that-” He tried to ask, but she kissed him deeply. After a brief heated exchange with her hands once again exploring his body she broke the kiss.

“Yes.” The answer was short and something of a deflection.

“So we were both-”

“Virgins, yes. Now Wilkes, I’m going to say this as gently as possible,” Beatrice began, slowly rolling her hips underneath him “shut up and fuck me”

For once, Wilkes did exactly as he was told. Slow thrusts, hardly moving really, giving her time to adjust to both the size and the sensation. He relished the feeling as he did, her newly deflowered pussy gripped in ways he couldn’t imagine. Soft ridges brushed against him as he slowly pumped in and out of her. It was blissful, but he wanted more. He snaked an arm behind her neck, cradling her head to stare up at him. He began to deepen his thrusts and watched the expression on her face change. Lust rolled in like a fog on the harbor, a thick blanket of fuzzy warmth clouded her eyes. The proud huntress continued to bite her lip, was she trying not to moan too loudly.

“Bea, are you biting yer lip so you can keep it down?” He whispered leaning into her ear. She nodded her head rapidly, stifled moans slipping out here and there when he would sink to a new depth. He was still only getting about half of his length in, but had begun to glide rather than thrust. She was soaked, blushing like crazy, and doing her best not to moan to the high heavens. An idea struck the sailor.

Slowly, he pushed his thumb into her mouth. She seemed confused at first, before accepting the intrusion. She sucked his thumb gently, her tongue wrapping around it. Gently, he pulled down. Her mouth began to open, tongue still twirled around his thumb. Her moans escaped into the night’s air. It was music to his ears. The deep, throaty moans every time a new inch sunk into her core. The softer mewling ones as he slid out, leaving her feeling slightly empty. He began to pick up the pace and watched her lose herself a bit more.

The huntress relaxed fully, still writhing and grabbing at every ounce of him sure, but completely submitted as he finally hilted himself in her. Spasms ran through her pussy, after an entire day of physical exertion and half a night of teasing, she came from being impaled on his cock. She cradled his face in both her hands, if he didn’t know better he’d have said she had hearts for pupils. He began to thrust again. Her eyes widened as a new world of pleasure was found.

From tip to hilt, and hilt to tip he began to crash down on her like the tide. Ripples of muscular flesh along her thighs and shapely ass drove him to thrust harder. The mindless moans of pleasure were not fitting of her usual proud personality, nor were the eyes going in and out of focus.

He continued to rut her like an animal. He grabbed her by the ankles, and moved her flexibles limbs into a more favorable position. Now her prized anklets were next to her ears, and her tongue lolled out with each thrust. The lewd expression, the moans, and the unyielding grip of her pussy ultimately proved too much for Wilkes.

Cumming in the mating press was not like his dream. It was so much better. He bottomed out inside of her, buried until his balls pressed firmly against her labia. His cock throbbed wildly before ropes began to blast deep inside her, the sudden sensation driving her to her second orgasm of the night. Her pussy spasmed and wrung his cock dry, coaxing out even more ropes of seed. He collapsed on top of her, his face nuzzling into the crook of her neck while he rode out the afterglow with her.

“Wait, did you just cum inside me?”