Retreat!

Advance or retreat? Was it even really a question? The hunter before me was a slab of unmovable muscle. There would be no advancing against that.

Stepping back I found my strategic withdrawal matched by a predator's advance. "You like to watch?" The brute asked.

The hunter reached pass me and closed the door. I felt hard wood against my back. I was trapped in the layer of beasts. Hands crudely groped my breasts. My capture showed little skill in seduction, but great enthusiasm.

Over my hunter's shoulder I watched the Alpha unsheathed his great spear. In which I mean he removed his pants. I found myself transfixed by this example of masculinity.

Jessie weakly protested as her legs were spread. Explaining that this was an unsafe time. The Alpha responded with a simple grunt. I worried for Jessie. Silently pleading for her to stand up for herself and insist this barbarian at least sheath his spear in protective latex.

However, I had a beast of my own to contend with. My hunter was far too eager. Prizes must have been few and far between for him. I could sense he was pulling off his pants. Eager to trust his spear into his trapped and cowered pray. Me.

I reached down to feel the beast's weapon. It was clear that not all the beasts in the jungle were equal. I felt confident hands joist my panties to the side. The beast slipped an exploratory finger into my most guarded asset and proudly proclaimed me "wet".

I hadn't really planned on going under the covers, figuratively speaking. But I had prepared for the possibility. Reaching into my tiny purse, which thankfully still hung over my shoulder, I pulled out a little silver packet and pressed into into the beast's hand.

I watched intently as the Alpha pressed his bare shaft into Jessie. I had never imagined love making could be so... Salvage. No names given or taken. No words of love. Only a struggle for dominance as both parties attempt to satisfies their mutual lust on their own terms. A struggle Jessie had clearly lost.

Jessie moaned on the bed as she was roughly used. This was no tender love making session. This was primal dawn of the world sex.

I felt a spear at my own gate. Checking it to ensure it was properly stealth, I none verbally issued my consent by guiding the hunter's weapon through my gate.

A strong trust pushed me up against the door. I had been taken. The door behind me banged noisily each time I was thrust against it. There would be no doubt to those beyond what was going on in this room.

Over my beast's shoulder I watched the Alpha breed Jessie. She didn't look cute and innocent any more. She looked like a woman drunk on lust. There was no denying she had wanted this. The easy of which she had been carried off. The token struggle before submission.

Again Jessie reminded the Alpha she was unsafe. And again he grunted. It was clearly not a yes. I knew their would be no thoughtful sacrifice on his part. Jessie had surrender her body and possible her future to the grunting creature above her.

To my internal shame I felt excitement at the prospect of Jessie getting pregnant. I was caught up in the evolutionary desire shared by all females of the species. The desire to procreate. Using the sweet Jessie as a pixie for my own bend up desires.

All at once the coupling between Jessie and the Alpha stopped. I felt a rush of pleasure between my legs as Jessie undoubtedly felt a rush of something else between hers.

I was lost in a tempest of pleasure. A flood of joy that subside only when the hips of my bucking beast came to a rest. His eager desire to breed neutered by my own clever foresight.