The Mating Run

I'm so overwhelmed that I can't decide whether to scream in ecstasy or agony.

“Please, please, please!”

His strong hands guide me back and forth with each powerful thrust, causing me to moan uncontrollably.

I am completely lost in the pleasure of his c*ck moving in and out of me, my eyes closed in ecstasy.

Bubbling moans and pleas spill from my mouth, the words tumbling over each other incoherently. If the timing had been different, I wouldn't have thought twice about pushing him off. The dirt and grime on the ground make the experience of being f*ck*d revolting, but the pleasure of the s*x is unparalleled.

Every time his c*ck pushes inside of me, I feel my insides getting destroyed.

"That's it. Take it. You can take it."

“F*ck, f*ck!”

My mind tells me I don't want this, but my body craves it, nonetheless.

Arching my back against him, I push my hips towards him, urging him to thrust deeper into me. I am lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the desire to be taken and filled, and he seems to sense it without any verbal cues from me.

I feel his hand on my hip, pressing me down into the ground, while the other hand tugs at my hair, keeping me at his mercy. The raw and intoxicating scent of him fills my senses as his chest presses against my back. His thick c*ck stretches me out so much that it feels like I am being torn apart.

“Holy sh*t,” I feel a shiver run down my spine as his lips brush against my neck, his murmurs sending goosebumps down my arms. He traces a line up my neck with his tongue, then moves to the other side, sending tingles down my spine. “You taste so f*ck*ng good.”

As soon as his sharp canines sink into my mating gland, my whole body goes numb.

The thick and warm sensation of my blood mixes with his venom as it spreads through my veins, causing my entire body to spasm. I can sense the bond forming between us as he relentlessly pounds at me, the heat of his body radiating onto mine.

“Mine. All f*ck*ng mine.”

With another sharp bite, I let out a moan of pleasure as his teeth sink deeper into my skin.

I close my eyes and let out a contented sigh, fully immersing myself in the pleasurable feeling of being filled.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

As he wraps his arm around me, his fingers find their way to my cl*t, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I feel my body writhe with pleasure as an orgasm approaches, but he holds me tightly despite my convulsions.

“Ah!” My moan of pleasure is so loud, but I can't bring myself to care. “More!”

“Let everyone know you're mine. Scream.”

I am completely under his control as his thumb presses into my chin, his words ringing in my ears. He grabs my chin roughly, turning my head towards what I assume is the direction of a camera.

“Yours! I’m all yours!”

The rest of the pack is likely observing us as we speak, with the event being transmitted on a huge screen for all to see. I feel exposed and vulnerable, certain that they are watching me getting f*ck*d on the forest floor.

But this is tradition to them, and its vulgarity or dirtiness doesn't matter in the slightest.

The Mating Run.

It's the blood and s*x that makes it fun.

As soon as we exit the forest, I can already imagine the sound of his friends slapping his back and congratulating us on forming a bond. The elderly member of our pack would stroke my swollen belly, filled with his seed, assuring me that by the months, I would give birth to his pups.

“Lift your hips.”

I obey his every command, feeling his grip on my ankle tighten as he thrusts harder. As he twists my legs, I feel a tightness in my chest, and his c*ck pushes deeper inside of me. I can hear his heavy breathing and the sound of our bodies slapping together, and I know that I am about to experience the most intense orgasm of my life.

I gasp as his knot catches on my p*ssy, the sudden pleasure causing me to see stars.

“F*ck! I’m going to fill you up with my pups. You like that? I think you f*ck*ng do.”

“Please, please, oh goddess, please.”

“F*ck, yeah, okay. Yeah, anything my mate wants, she gets.”

Suddenly, he flips me over onto my back, his weight pressing down on me.

I feel a mix of pleasure and pain as he groans and bites down on my neck, his canines buried deep. In an instant, my senses are overwhelmed by the intensity of my orgasm, leaving me unable to speak or move.

Wave after wave of orgasm washes over me until tears start to stream down my face.

As he releases himself inside of me, I can feel the knot on his c*ck growing, filling me up completely. I can feel his presence inside, my belly bulging from the weight of his c*ck and the warmth of his c*m. I feel my body spasming as I listen to him grunting on top of me.

He pulls back, his eyes intently focused on mine. His eyes are so dark that they look like endless pools, pulling me in. There's a hunger simmering underneath his eyes, and I can sense that he can see it in my eyes too as we stare at each other.

The feeling of his body against mine is familiar and comforting, even though I can't remember meeting him more than five times. Since we're both contenders in the mating run, it doesn't matter to find out much about him beforehand.

This mating is always going to happen from the moment I first run through the forest, but now it feels like the universe is aligning to make it happen.

As a Hider, my job is to hide, and as a Hunter, his job is to chase me down.

The sound of his breathing deepens as he begins to move his c*ck in and out of me. As there's no longer a need to run since we're mated, he takes his time, making sure to please me in every way possible. I pull him towards me, my arms around his shoulders, and I taste the salty skin of his neck with my tongue.

"I just came," With each thrust, my breath comes out in a moan and a whisper. "Oh, f*ck."

His tongue slides over my mating bite, sending shivers down my spine.

"You can take it," Pausing momentarily, he squeezes my waist tightly. "What's your name?"

If this weren't considered normal too, I would be offended, but thankfully, it is.

"Alina. You?"

The corners of his mouth turn up into a smirk, indicating his amusement.

"Put that pretty brain to work and remember. You know who I am."

Months Before The Mating Run

"I don't see the point of it, Alina."

As we jog in the morning, Ettie completely brushes off the suggestion I make, and I let out a sigh of frustration.

For the past few days, I've been considering registration, but the thought of going through it alone is making me apprehensive. It would be a good opportunity for Ettie to participate, especially since we're around the same age.

The High Council Elders will choose a mate for her in two years if she doesn't take matters into her own hands.

"You're not seriously gonna let those decrepit old farts decide your fate for you, right, Ettie?"

"They must be experts at this. Besides, my legs aren't cut out for it. Did ya see how quick those Hunters run? Climbing trees and swimming aren't my thing. Alina, I'll die out there, you know it."

"You're never