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A Night In The Woods BlazeXAnonymous

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For the last ten years the same pair of bright green eyes haunted McKinley's nightmares, for ten years she had been chasing the same monster down but had never found him. When she was eighteen her little sister was killed right in front of her and the man's green eyes were something she could never forget; about two years after that she had been contacted by a secret society of vampire hunters in need of new members and without hesitation the twenty year old had joined. But that was all in the past, now twenty eight McKinley had left the organization to do her own job, she didn't care about the others, she wasn't doing this to save mankind. She wanted revenge and that's all, she wouldn't be happy until she had been the one to take his head from his shoulders.

Having no home she jumped from town to town, doing odd jobs to get money to pay for hotels and such but she never stayed long, if she got no information she would leave right away so most of the time she would sleep on the outskirts of towns. She was used to hunting down her own food and carried few items, only her daggers and bow and arrows. She can honestly say though that she wasn't a sharp shooter so she rarely used it but when she was in towns it helped to make her look more intimidating to keep street urchins away from her. McKinley sat about five miles from the nearest town skinning a rabbit, saving the pelt to trade later. Flicking her black bangs away from her face she glanced up once, her dark amber eyes scanning her surroundings for a brief second before looking back down at the dead hare. Having been away from civilization for the most part her senses are better than what they used to be, she was used to the sounds of the forest and knew when something was wrong based off of animal calls. When she finished with the rabbit she rose to her feet and put the meat in a pouch, walking along away from the town. She carried three daggers with her, two strapped onto her thighs and one in her hand at all times.

The sun would be setting soon so she would have to make a fire to eat but for now she wanted to set up some traps, alarm systems, in a way, in case something approached while she slept. Finding a suitable area she dropped the pouch of food and licked the fresh blood from her fingers before setting out to gather the materials she would need.
 
There was something about a woman scorned that was alluring. Especially for a vampire who had lived hundreds of years and had developed the taste for the blood of young girls. Thus the fact that he had killed and taken the life force of a young woman man years ago, he had earned that scorned woman. She was a young beauty when he had made her his enemy, and he had been keeping tabs on her, she had turned into a seductive woman. Tattoos littered her body, she had grown physically strong, and strong willed.

Markov was not one for romance, nor one for love. He was a cold blooded killing machine, what most considered him as a mindless beast. When in reality his mind was a vast library of information. Having lived for over three hundred years, he had learned more about life than any one other living being. The only thing that had more knowledge than him, was the trees and the earth itself.

Markov currently floated above the woods that his hunter currently was residing in. She was always on the defensive, always trying to set up an ambush for him. But each time she had tried, it failed her miserably. This was going to be a different scenario for her, she had many times before ran away from him to try and survive to fight another day. Today was going to be different, he was going to take her for his own. Markov being an ancient vampire had learned the ways of his predecessors, Blood Magic. Something that primarily vampires used, for Markov the blood he absorbed was used for this magic, and he had a specific plan for her.

Markov was also unique in the aspect that he was able to be out in sunlight for short durations. So him being out at just before dusk was no problem, the sinking sun was a welcome sight to him. And most likely a very foreboding one for McKinley. Markov also had the ability to form psychic links with people. She of course had learned to ignore his taunts directly into his mind, which made her nearly impossible to connect to. That however, was going to change after this night.
 
As time went by McKinley's pace began to pick up, no matter how long she trained her senses she would never be able to change the fact that the dark was a blind space where she could easily be killed. After setting up a few traps around her little make shift camp she made her fire with ease and pulled her hair back out of her face, setting her back against the sturdy bark of an old oak tree and setting the rabbit meat above the fire to let it cook. Stretching her limbs she looked up to the sky, watching as it began to change colors, from bright blue to a beautiful pink tinted with oranges and reds. A heavy sigh escaped her lips before looking into the flames.

"One of these days....will be my last" She murmured to herself, it was those words that kept her on the defensive, and so far, had kept her safe. Unlike most hunters McKinley never learned how to use magic, she refused, so not only was she at a disadvantage at night time she was just a human with knives. How she had survived this long was beyond her, she knew that Markov was following her too, he was after all, the predator. Taking the dagger in her hand she drew simply things into the dirt between her legs, zodiac symbols, flowers, constellations. Anything she could think of before her attention was on the food, the smell was mouth watering and the sight was even better. She had grown used to eating smaller portions than normal which helped to keep her body skinny but she was constantly on the move so she did have some muscles as well.

Pulling the meat away from the fire, she didn't even wait before taking a bite. Her growling stomach was subdued for now as she happily ate away at the rabbit remains until there was nothing left and she was satisfied. By now however the sky had turned into a redish purple, the last color before the darkness took over. She barely slept at night, she was used to it, anytime she did sleep she was always awaken by the same thing. Crossing her legs she began to spin the dagger in her hand as she hummed a soft lullaby her mother used to sing to her.
 
It wasn't long before night had fallen, encompassing the entire woods in it's darkness. Markov was at home here, and he was most definitely in his zone. The flicker of light that was McKinley's fire cast dancing shadows on the trees around her. Markov watched her eat, watched her body move as she kept herself occupied and calm. She was certainly worthy of hunting him, and not only that if anyone was going to take his life, he'd want it to be her. Dying at the hands of a beautiful woman, not such a terrible way to go out.

Markov waited until she had finished eating to make any sort of move. He floated to the tree directly behind McKinley, the flats of his feet touching the hard bark. He stood up on the side of the tree and walked slowly down the tree trunk towards his target. His footsteps were silent and were very cautious. He knew that she was very responsive and had very good heightened senses. But he was after all an ancient, and they were very good at sneaking about. As he walked closer to her, Markov's grin widened. "Getting a little comfortable are we?" Markov asked from the darkness.

He knew that this would give away her position, but there wasn't much to be done about that aside from move. So he did just that and blasted off of the trunk of the tree. The force of his jump was intense enough that the tree actually bowed from his force. Markov floated across the air as if he were a feather, when his foot touched down on the ground he slid to a stop and set his other foot down. From the tree to where he landed drops of blood trailed. "Hell Binding." Markov said calmly and pointing at McKinley. The drops of blood expanded then rose upward forming into chain links which dove towards McKinley. There were thirteen chains, one from each drop of blood that had come from his right hand.
 
McKinley was just about to nod off when she suddenly heard a voice above her head. She didn't need to see his eyes to know it was him, his voice sent chills down her back she she jumped to her feet, her grip on the dagger tightened as she turned to look at the tree but he was already off and behind her. Turning back around once more, using the light of the fire to see him before he spoke again but not to her 'hell binding'. As the words left his mouth her eyes widened, though she didn't know magic she had heard all about different types of spells and such. Her gaze rose to the sky where she could barely make out the shapes before they suddenly moved towards her. Knowing no spells to defend herself she raised her hand with the dagger on instinct as if it could protect her before the chains had her stuck tightly to the tree with her one arm raised high above her head.

"Oh what a kind greeting" she said sarcastically as she remained calm, not wanting him to know how frightened she was to be in such a vulnerable position. Swallowing hard she squirmed a bit against the restraints, her left hand which was stuck to her side was just barely out of reach of her other dagger, her finger tips could brush against the tip of the handle but that was it. Letting out a breathy chuckle she leaned her head back a bit.

"So what do you intend to do tonight Markov? Put on a show for me while I'm stuck like this?" She asked, making it sound as if she wasn't afraid of him at all and had been expecting this. Truthfully though she was mad at herself, she allowed her guard to be lowered and in his hour at that.
 
Markov was a little disappointed, she had managed to elude his capture for so long, she had even managed to put him on the defensive one encounter. But here and now, she seemed to be off her game, which wasn't so much fun. Little did she know, her lack of struggling was the exact key to free ones self from the Hell Binding. While the chain was unbreakable, it needed to resistance of the one bound to keep the chains tight. Knowing this, Markov acted before the chains faded away.

He managed to close the distance between her and him within a breath, all that was left of him at his location was a plume of dust. Markov's hand pinned her wrist to the tree behind her. His vision was very acute, enough so that he noticed her fingering for her dagger. It wasn't as if he was scared of her blades, but he knew that it would hurt if she plunged that into him. She wasn't stupid, she had her daggers blessed and or purified in Holy Water, or at least it's what he had gathered. The last and only time she had put him on the defensive, he had caught a dagger to the chest. It burned like napalm and had left a nasty scar, which lead him to believe the daggers to be forged with holy water or blessed.

Markov took her other hand in his own free hand and lifted it above her head. "A show? Hardly, but you will be entertainment, and entertained." Markov said with a twisted grin. Leaning forward, Markov licked her neck and kissed her skin biting down gently. His canine teeth extending and sharpening to fangs. Slowly he dug his fangs into her neck, but he didn't drink from her blood, instead he used it to cast another spell. "Darkness Prison." Markov whispered against her neck, his hot breath on her skin.

The shadows around them sprang up, forming long arms and hands. They spiraled up the tree trunk and gripped her wrists, wrapping around her forearms and pinning both arms above her head. Licking the blood off her neck, Markov took a step away from her and crouched down by the fire. The spell that currently bound her, was a breakable spell by force alone. But it would be incredibly painful for her to do so. "Tell me my dearest McKinley, when was the last time you bedded a man?" He questioned her.
 
When Markov suddenly drew closer her eyes flickered for a moment with fright before she masked it, grimacing as he held her arms in place above her head, her jaw setting in anger as she clutched the dagger tightly in her hand, unable to look away from his gaze. When he ducked his head down to her neck, a chill ran down her back as she finally began to pull against the restraints. Grimacing as she felt his teeth pierce her skin. Instead of feeling her life ebb away she felt his breath on her neck as he spoke again, this time using the shadows to hold her arms for him.

When he stepped back she pulled her arms against the shadows hard, leaning her body forward the best she could before she felt as if her shoulders would pop out of place. If she could just get her wrist free she could throw the dagger at him. Though she didn't know that struggling would only get her free from the shadow bonds. Gritting her teeth together she glared at him, ignoring his question only slightly "Just wait until I get free Markov, I'll enjoy cutting that disgusting tongue of your out of your mouth." She spat furiously. She figured he was just toying with her before he killed her.
 
"Are you certain you would like to cut out this tongue?" He asked, rising up with his hands on his knees. "You haven't even experienced what this tongue of mine can do for you." Markov told her with his wicked grin still plastered on his face. Markov in reality, never had any intentions of killing this girl. What would be the point of life if one never had anything to live for, or live against. She was the only reason for him continuing to roam and be who he was, she was the lock to his key.

Approaching her again, Markov walked with a carefree stride towards his prisoner. Holding up his left hand, the bracer on his wrist warped and changed shape to that of a blade that jutted from the top of his wrist. The smell of her blood was intoxicating, she was like a beautiful rose just waiting to be plucked. Markov once again licked up the blood off her neck, but he didn't draw his tongue back into his mouth, instead he pressed his lips to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth.

Pulling away from her face Markov laughed and ran the tip of his blade down the front of her chest between her breasts. Dipping the tip of his blade down the front of her shirt Markov began cutting down through the cloth slowly. Once he had her shirt cut down to the point of her navel, Markov stopped and backed away a very short distance. Her breasts were straining against the fabric of her shirt, as if they were trying to expose themselves to him. "My my, what a nice body you have. Although, we already knew that didn't we?" Markov taunted her licking his lips. "If I were you, I'd be praying that I simply kill you, but don't worry, you're not going to die tonight, no, tonight you will be my plaything."
 
Grinding her teeth together she leaned back against the tree when he stood up, the disgust at his words were clearly written in her eyes as she glared at him. As he walked closer she tried to move back even more but of course she couldn't, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt his tongue on her neck she was waiting for him to bite her again but he yet again surprised her by kissing her, forcing his tongue into her mouth which tasted strongly of her own blood. When he pulled away and laughed she spat in disgust on the ground in front of him.

As he moved the blade closer to her chest and began to move it downward, cutting the front of her shirt as he did she froze in place, fearing that if she moved she would cause him to stab her on accident. Maybe it was because of the heat of the fire, or maybe it was because of his words but her face began to turn a bit red.

"Who knew that heartless monsters like you knew how to play." she snapped. Despite her situation she couldn't help but make any snappy comment she could. Once again she twisted and turned her body, trying desperately to free her arms or at least just her right arm to swing the dagger.
 
Her snarky comments, and her resistant attitude only made Markov more interested in making her submit to his power. Crouching down in front of her, Markov placed his right hand under his chin and supported his head as he starred at her body. Markov used his other hand to run his index finger up the front of her groin. His finger flicked off the spot directly atop her clitoris. "Oh trust me darling, I have been around for far too long to not pick up some fun tricks. Should I go ahead and show you some of those tricks?" Markov asked her.

His tongue snaked out of his mouth, it was long and serpentine, and it traveled across his lips wetting them with his saliva. Picking up his chin off his hand, Markov rose to standing again and grabbed her shirt tearing it open and off of her body entirely. Markov cupped her perky breasts in his hands and groped her roughly. His fingers pinching her nipples firmly and giving them a tug. Once they were nice and hard, Markov leaned forward and let his tongue circle around her stiff nipple. His mouth then covered over her nipple and he bit down on her nipple with his fangs. The bite was just enough to cause a droplet of blood to trickle into Markov's mouth.

With this droplet of blood, Markov could tell through her blood that she was indeed getting a rise out of this. It was true that when a vampire bit a person, they were put into a state of ecstasy. She was clearly resisting that effect, and doing well at it since he had bitten her prior. Once he pulled his mouth away from her breast, Markov grinned and withdrew a small metal barb from a pocket of his. Without concern of her, Markov pushed the metal barb through her nipple where he had bit down. "A present from me to you, something for you to remember me by," Markov told her licking her blood off his lips.

Markov took a step back and leaned over looking at his work. He nodded his head in approval, the front of his leather pants were strained intensely at the length and width of his manhood. Markov was over nine inches in length and was nearly three inches wide. "Well, should we see what you have underneath?" He asked her pointing down to her pants.

:: If you're not okay with the piercing thing, let me know and I can change it up. I just think it's hot. Haha. ::
 
McKinley visibly flinched as his finger ran long her groin through her pants. Unable to take her eyes off of his she shook her head quickly "No!" she snapped quickly but of course he didn't listen to her. McKinley could stop the whimper that rose from her throat as he tore off her shirt. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from making any noises as his hands played with her tits, when he leaned his head down her teeth clenched down harder until she was bleeding but she couldn't even focus on her lip. Markov bit down on her nipple, her body shook slightly, not from pain but pleasure. While she would never verbally or mentally admit it but this was turning her on, she felt so helpless, unable to break free and even if she wasn't chained up Markov could still have over powered her but it was the thought of being helpless, unable to stop him as he did what ever he wanted to that turned her on the most.

McKinley felt a sharp pain in her chest suddenly and groaned, squeezing her eyes shut before opening them to look down and find that he had pierced her nipple. Breathing heavily from the mix of pain and pleasure she watched him uneasily. She could see the tent forming in his pants as well as she looked down. Leaning her head back she laughed, ignoring him "I think I just figured you out a bit Markov, your so weak and afraid that a human girl might be able to kill you that you had to chain her up instead of facing her like a man." she said in a steady voice.
 
Markov laughed at her taunting, her aim and goal was to get him to release her. She was most certainly on the right track for enraging a person, but Markov wasn't the type to be goaded into releasing her. "I'd be willing to take that challenge," Markov said to her, giving her some hope of being freed. "Another time though, I'm going to have fun with you first," He added reaching up and taking her face in his hand. Using his free hand, Markov released the ties of his pants, just pulling at the strings from the force of his cock the front of his pants sprung open.

His flesh rod jutted out towards her body, he was allowing her to see what would be inside of her in a brief moment. It was more like forcing her to see, as he was making her look down at it. Markov released her face and let his pants fall around his ankles, stepping out of his pants he used his leg to toss them aside. Markov stood in front of her and without a word he gripped the sides of her pants and tugged them forward and down. Markov was surprised to see that not only was she not wearing any undergarments, but she was also clean shaven. He had pulled her pants down to the middle of her thighs, making it so that she couldn't move her legs even if she wanted to.

Stepping forward, he gripped the base of his cock and pushed it between her thighs. Releasing his thick member, it pushed up the tip rubbing against her entrance. Slowly he began to rock his hips back and forth, waiting for her to get wetter. It was then that Markov realized she was wet, not sodden or dripping, but she was wet. That meant she was excited about this in one way or another. "You're excited McKinley my dear, your pussy is already wet," Markov taunted her while rubbing the tip against her entrance harder and faster.
 
Hearing his brief pause between sentences had her eyes widening, was it really that easy to get him to let her go?! Of course not. While she wasn't to surprised it didn't work she was disappointed but she couldn't help but watch as he untied his pants and dropped them down, her eyes flicked up to his, he wouldn't really? Would he? As if to answer her mental strife he pulled her pants down. The color drained from her face as he stepped closer, releasing the dagger in her hand and listening as it dropped to the forest floor with a thud. "Markov don't." she begged softly, she wasn't a virgin so she didn't have to worry about that but she didn't want her sisters murderer inside of her.

McKinley turned her head away with a grimace as he began to teasingly rub his head against her warm entrance, his words only setting fire to her cheeks as she pulled against her restraints again, though perhaps with not as much resistant as she could produce. As he began to rub against her harder her stifled a groan as her body twisted against the tree, the bark scratching her body up a bit.
 
When she dropped her dagger, it was clear to Markov that she was at a loss for what to do, she had clearly not been expecting him to go to these lengths, she must have thought his threat a bluff. But it was far from a bluff. Her words made Markov smile wildly, she had yet to beg for him to do anything. Her begging was like music to Markov's ears, it even made his cock jump in excitement against her entrance. But he had no intention of stopping, this was what he wanted and what he had been aiming for for some time.

"Why should I stop?" Markov asked her backing up and showing her his cock again. This time it had a sheen of her juices on him, the flickering of the fire showing the reflectiveness caused from her. "Your body is clearly wanting this, why are you resisting it?" He added.

Returning to having his chest pressed against her own, Markov once again slipped his cock up between her legs. His hands came down to her cheeks and he pulled her hips tightly against his own. Rocking his hips back and forth, he continued to grind his length against her entrance forcibly. His hands groped her ass roughly, spreading her cheeks he could feel her pussy spreading too. As he pushed forward against her entrance, the thick tip of his cock slowly starting to sink into her tight folds.
 
When Markov stepped back from her she kept her head turned away but responded none the less "Because I don't want this?!" She yelled before he stepped back to her, this time a bit closer. McKinley's eyes shut as he began to force his cock into her tight entrance, a choked whimper raking through her body as she tried to fight against her bodies desire to push against him. Her nails clawed at the tree behind her as her whimper changed to a moan for just a split second as more and more of him began to disappear inside of her. Her breathing was quick and shallow and he did just as he said to do earlier, pray that he would kill her.
 
Markov groaned out quietly as he sunk into her further. She was incredibly tight, and it felt like she was trying to squeeze off his dick. Markov gave a soft laugh as she tried to mask her moans. Of course she said she didn't want this. But her body screamed an entirely different tune. Markov's hands moved around her body to her thighs, he pushed her pants down further to her calves. He then gripped her thighs and lifted her legs off the ground. Bending her legs at the knees, he kept sinking himself into her deeper and deeper.

Once he had penetrated into her completely, Markov kept himself buried inside of her tight pussy feeling it strain to accept his width and length. He could feel just how wet she was now as he was completely inside of her and her juices were running down to his own thighs. After a moment Markov moved his hips back, and slammed them back against hers penetrating into her deeply. Markov then began to thrust into her over and over, moaning loudly with each thrust. "Fuck yes! This is what I have been waiting for!" Markov shouted out.
 
She did her best to ignore his moving hands until he pulled her pants down further and lifted her legs, if it wasn't for the chains and his body she obviously would have fallen. McKinley's small frame began to tremble far before he had every inch of himself inside of her. A sharp gasp was the only thing she could manage as he drew his hips back and she prepared herself, a few tears began to roll down her cheeks. His words only making her wonder how long he had begun to follow her for this reason. As she tried to calm her body down by taking her mind off of him she only found herself crying more, her shoulders shook but she didn't sob, in fact all she could do was groan.

She had never been stretched like this before and it had hurt for a moment when he entered her but now it felt amazing "Please.....just kill....me!" She groaned between each thrust. As much as her mind and body were enjoying it she had the Will power to at least try and pretend she didn't like it.
 
Markov wasn't even phased by her tears, instead he licked them from her face. He kept slamming into her again and again. Markov loved the way her body felt inside, she was warm, wet and very tight. Just exactly what any guy would want in a woman's body. As she begged for him to kill her, Markov laughed. Now she wanted to die, now she wanted for this to end. But it wasn't going to, not at least the way she wanted. Markov put his lips over her ear, sucking on her earlobe Markov pounded her insides with his rock hard cock.

"No, I will not be killing you, we're having far too much fun here!" He said, panting between his words. Markov had not fucked anyone in quite some time, but that didn't mean he had lost any of his skill. Markov unexpectedly pulled his cock from inside of her, as it exited her body it sprang up flinging her juices. With a snap of his fingers the shadows that held her in place sunk away. Once he had her full weight in his arms, Markov tossed her down to the ground onto her hands and knees.

Moving up behind her, Markov pushed her chest down to the ground and positioned himself behind her. Markov used his free hand to position his thick hard dick against her entrance again. Pushing down into her deep again, Markov started fucking her doggy style harder and faster. "Why would you want to die before you cum?" Markov questioned while laughing.
 
McKinley quickly snapped her head the other way just before his lips found her ear lobe, her body shivered slightly before she began to gasp lightly. When he suddenly pulled out she didn't even think he was setting her free. When the bonds holding her were gone he simply tossed her to the ground, with her arms having been stuck over her head and had lost blood flow she crumpled to the ground but she didn't stay that way for long.

He used one hand to keep her down before plowing into her again, her nails digging into the soft ground beneath her. One of her back legs stretched back, trying to find the dagger she had dropped. "I won't...I would never." she whimpered. "ahh....ughhh...." McKinley did her best to bite back any noise that threatened to spill out know he would only use that to humiliate her further.
 
Markov's face shifted into a twisted smile, as she said she would never cum from his attention. But she would, she had no choice in the matter, her body was already reacting in such a way that it was only a matter of time before she was cumming for him. The groan and moan she made only excited Markov further. "Oh yes! McKinley my darling moan for me! Show me how much of a whore you really are!" Markov said degrading her.

Markov used his free hand to reach forward and take a handful of her hair. Yanking her head backwards, Markov got up on the flats of his feet and slammed into her over and over again. Leaning down forward, Markov bit down on her ear softly. His lips moving down the side of her head to her neck where he kissed and licked at the small holes he'd punctured into her neck. Sucking on the holes he pulled some more blood from the wound.

Removing his hand from her back, he groped her breasts roughly. His fingers finding the piercing he'd given her and tugging on it roughly. He knew her nipple was going to be sore, and very sensitive, and he knew that this would only amplify her lust. Markov licked up her neck to her ear again. "I bet you want me to cum inside of you, don't you my little whore?"
 
McKinley had a strong Will but the longer he touched her the weaker it became, just as she had clamped her mouth shut at his words he reached forward and yanked her head back by her hair. She let out a soft yelp but when he shifted his position to thrust into her harder she couldn't hide her moans any longer "Ooohhh......mmmmm.......f-fuck." her voice was cracking from the mixed emotions but her mind wouldn't allow her to deny the pleasure she was feeling, it had been eight long years since she had last felt the touch of a man and to be suddenly ravished like this was a major turn on.

She shivered as his lips moved from her ear to her neck, she could feel him sucking on the bite marks, her nails continuously scratching at the earth and when he released her back to reach under her and pull her new piercing she cried out but at the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. When his tongue moved back to her ear for him to whisper in her ear her head shook no quickly but her moans betrayed her. Her body was already beginning to tense up a bit.
 
McKinley's moans was more than enough to send any normal man over the edge. But Markov was no normal man, Hell he wasn't even technically 'man'. An off breed of man maybe, but most definitely not a 'man'. In this new position, McKinley's own juices were flowing down her thighs, and her flesh walls were clamping down on his rock hard dick tightly. Markov himself let his head fall backwards and he moaned out loudly. "Ahhnn! MMMMNN YES!" Markov groaned.

Pushing into her so that his entire cock was sheathed inside of her body. Markov let go of her hair and used his hands to push her pants the entire rest of the way off her body. Pulling them off and over her feet, Markov backed out of her slowly again. Rolling her over onto her back, closer to the fire Markov pushed her thighs apart and buried his face in between her legs. His tongue snaked out of his mouth, and rolled around her wet entrance. He let his tongue slip inside of her taking in her taste and scent. Markov groaned feeling her growing increasingly wet from his attention.

After a few minutes of enjoying the feeling of his tongue inside of her tight wet hole, Markov pulled his face up, and positioned himself over the top of her. He was no longer pinning her down, but he was certain she wouldn't be trying to get up and away from him. She was far too drawn into her own lust now, and that was exactly what he had wanted. Meshing his lips to hers, Markov let his tongue intertwine with her own. Allowing her to taste her own excitement, Markov tipped his cock down and pushed back into her painfully slowly.
 
As Markov released her hair her head dropped down weakly, when he pulled out she felt a sudden emptiness as he flipped her over, all she could do though was lay there. When it was suddenly his tongue pushing into her instead of his cock McKinley arched her back slightly, she could feel her building orgasm as he continued to tongue fuck her but not long enough to make her cum. Panting heavily for a good clean breath of air she stared up at him with a blank expression, hidden in her eyes however was the pleasure and lust fogging her gaze.

Her face flushed as his leaned down to slip his tongue between her lips and into her mouth, she didn't resist though, the feeling was erotic as he began to slowly reenter her to the point that she almost bucked her hips towards him to get him to hurry up. Breaking the kiss she tilted her head back as she groaned and slowly raised her hips up.
 
Markov knew now, that she had completely been broken. She was no longer the hunter that wanted to slay her enemy, she was the whore who wanted her enemy to fuck her raw. Markov felt her raise her hips for him to make him penetrate into her deeper and more easily. He obliged her by forcing every inch into her pink, dripping wet folds. Markov's left hand came up and wrapped around her throat. He squeezed slowly, and started thrusting into her relentlessly. With each thrust his grip on her throat got tighter and tighter.

"How does my cock feel inside of you?" Markov questioned her while pummeling her insides, Markov licked her lips continuing his assault on her body. "Do you want my cum inside of your tight little pussy? Tell me my whore, how does my cock make you feel?" He continued to ask, clearly trying to break her mentally even further.

Markov didn't want this to be a one time deal. While he wasn't opposed to the idea of killing her, he didn't want to have spend another many years earning himself a vengeful spirit that he could break and devour. Markov once again turned his attention to her recently pierced nipple, he flicked the metal barb with his index finger before pinching it and twisting roughly. "YES! YOUR INSIDES FEEL SO GOOD!" Markov shouted out into the echoing woods before he pushed into her all the way into her womb.
 
When she felt his hand move up to her throat it didn't bring any fear to her eyes, instead she bit down on her bottom lip and rocked her body against his with a moan, she could feel his grip getting tighter and tighter but not to the point that she was afraid he was going to killer her, breathing got a bit more difficult but she could do it. McKinley's life force was pulsing under his hand, her eyes locked into his for a brief moment as he questioned her, obviously trying to get her to vocally admit what she was feeling but she wouldn't, not yet.

She watched his gaze flick down to the bar in her nipple and cringed as he flicked her, when he gripped her nipple and twisted her mouth went dry as she screamed. Her inner walls clutching at him tightly as they began to spasm as an orgasm rocked her body. As she came around his cock a single tear rolled down her cheek from the pain but she wasn't thinking about that. She took in deep audible gasps of air as she came down from her orgasm
 
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