Page 15 of Hunted for the Holidays

“Yes!” she gasps loudly, relieved pleasure on her face. I watch the outline of his hand through her thin leggings, stroking her quickly, and I decide to reward my little captive for being such a good girl. Bending down, I swirl my tongue through the blood coating her breast, sucking one of her stiffened nipples into my mouth. The metallic taste coats my tongue as I feverishly nip and lick at her tender tits.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Our little bunny screams as white whisps leave her pretty parted lips. “I think I’m going to come!”

“That’s our good girl,” Wyatt murmurs. “Come for us. Show us what a desperate little slut you are.”

Her entire body goes rigid as she obeys his command and succumbs to the pleasure. She silently screams into the air, humping the fingers still buried in her cunt as she rides each wave of her climax.

Rising to my full height, I take in the sight of her satiated form. Her skin’s flushed, bloody breasts heaving with each panted breath. She’s half naked, frozen, and freshly finger fucked.She’s beautiful.The urge to bend her over and bury my cock deep in her tight little cunt is overwhelming. To see her virgin blood painting my thick length–fuck. The brutish side of me is screaming to take her right now; to rut into her and fillher with my seed until she’s ripe with my child.Fuck, just the thought of those perfect tits, swollen with milk formychild makes me hard.

But that’s a stupid fantasy. We’re not supposed to keep her. Everything that happens out here is justtemporary.For now, I’ll settle for her sucking me off, but pretty soon, that pussy is mine to ruin.

“On your knees,” I demand gruffly as I unzip my pants and shove them down my hips. Pulling out my cock, I stroke it roughly a few times. It’s so hard from her delicious display that I know I won’t last long.

“Wha-what?” she stammers in her dazed, post orgasmic state. It’d almost be cute if I wasn’t so fucking desperate to be inside her.

Grabbing her shoulder, I force her to the ground, placing my knife in Wyatt’s now empty hand. He eyes the bloodied blade. Judging by the bulge in the front of his pants, he needs a release just as badly as I do.

“Open your mouth, little snow bunny,” I direct. “I need to be inside you.” Still pumping my cock, I place the tip against her closed lips. They’re so pink and plush. She’s perfect.My perfect little captive.

Her half-lidded gaze lifts to mine and she greedily opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue and allowing me access to her warmth. I try to take it slowly, letting her tongue trace the crown of my cock. She explores with hesitance, but interest. It’s clear that she’s a slut deep down, just waiting for someone to come along and corrupt her. I’ll gladly help her learn.

“That’s it baby,” I praise as I slip my hand into her golden locks and gently guide her head further down my shaft. “Massage it with your tongue…just like that. Now, hollow out your cheeks.” Her mouth feels like heaven–soft and warm. “Such a good slut.”

Out of my periphery, I catch Wyatt bend to her side with the knife. Bringing the tip to the breast that I didn’t carve, he begins slicing her skin. Blood pools along her pale and pristine flesh, small drops dotting the snow beneath us. The sight has me bucking my hips, shoving to the back of her throat. She chokes and hisses, trying to pull away, but I hold her tightly by the hair and force her to take it.

“Uh-uh, bunny,” I tut. “You’re going to suck my cock like a good girl while my brother brands you, then we will take you home and get you cleaned up. Now be a good girl and make your captor come.”

She immediately obeys, suckling and licking my hardened length. I use my hand to guide her head and she lets me without a fight, completely relinquishing control. I use her mouth to chase my desire, fucking her throat with panted groans while my brother finishes carving his initials into her. It’s like she’s made for us.Our perfect plaything.

“Get up here brother,” I grit out, thrusting deeper down my bunny’s throat. “Share her mouth with me.”

Both their gazes shoot up to mine. Worry and fear fill Charlotte’s beautiful blues, while lustful madness swirls in Wyatt’s green eyes. Stepping forward, he lowers his zipper, rucking down his boxers down until his girthy cock springs free. A bead of precum pools around the piercing, glinting in the streaked sunlight. Lining up next to me, our bodies are so close that we can’t help but touch. He brings the tip to her lips, and I ease out just enough to let him shove his tip in next to next to mine.

“Fuck!” He hisses, pushing his cockhead past her strained lips.

My brother’s hard shaft rubs against mine as we both fight to squeeze inside her tight little mouth. Tears and saliva stream down our little captive’s face as she moans and whines at theintrusion.Fuck, she looks absolutely beautiful, half naked and bleeding, bound in the forest, choking on both our cocks. She’s a fucking masterpiece.

“That’s it, little pet. Suck both our cocks. Show us what a good cock whore you are.” I croon as we begin to find our rhythm.

We build up speed, finding a pace as we slide against each other. The ridges of my brother’s cock, slickened with the spit of our girl and grinding against my own, is the most sinfully delicious thing I’ve ever felt. Warmth builds in the base of my spine and my balls begin to tighten with my impending orgasm.

“I’m going to come all over you, snow bunny,” I rasp, thrusting faster. “I’m going to paint you with my cum. Are you ready?”

Behind the tears and spit and snot, I can see just how much she’s enjoying being used, and I know her greedy little pussy is weeping as we both fuck her face in tandem. I pull myself from her mouth and stroke my cock, my orgasm ripping through me and setting my entire being on fire. Sparks and tingles shoot through every nerve ending as ropes of cum cover my captive. Wyatt follows suit, pulling from her face and shooting his cum all over her bloodied tits right alongside mine. We paint her from collarbone to belly button with our sticky release.

I tuck myself away, Wyatt doing the same. Our panted breaths are the only sound as we all come down from our ecstasy. Glancing at Charlie’s slumped form in the snow, I can’t help but smile. I’ve never seen a more beautiful creature than the filthy little girl in front of me, tied up, on her knees, hickies littering her neck, covered in mine and my brother’s cum, and marked with my initials carved on her skin.

There’s absolutely no way I’m letting her go now.

8

NASTY LIL FREAK BY SIR SILLY

Charlotte's dark lashes flutter against her flushed cheeks as I carry her into the cabin. Her punishment took more out of her than she bargained for. Setting her down on the sofa, I toss a blanket over her sleeping form and follow Wyatt into the kitchen.

She’ll need to be cleaned up, but that can wait. Fuck it, maybe I’ll just keep her constantly covered in blood and cum; that’d tame the fucking brat out of her fast. The little stunt she pulled just proved how much of a fucking problem she's become. If she’d been fucking caught, she could’ve gotten Wyatt and me sent away.I won't go back to prison.

I amble into the kitchen and fall in step next to my brother as we cook. As we shift around the kitchen to make dinner, I wait for Wyatt to tell me how much I've fucked this up–how keeping her was such a bad idea and that I should've just snapped her pretty little neck in the first place–but he doesn't say a goddamn thing. He just silently bobs and weaves around me.

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