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“Nothing to say, princess?” He starts moving, fucking me with harsh, thorough strokes that cause his hips to slam against my thighs. He adjusts his grip on my throat, letting me brace myself on my arms once more with his fingers wrapped around my neck.

Choking me really does seem to be one of his favorite hobbies, which should be way more concerning than it is.

I should be terrified. I should be screaming for Val to stop, to let me go, or looking for an escape while he’s somewhat distracted.

Idefinitelyshouldn’t be rocking my hips back into him, meeting his thrusts and causing him to sink deeper into me. I’m ready and into this enough that while the pain from him notreallypreparing me isn’t enough to distract me, it’s definitely there.

And it’s not a bad thing like it should be. The edge oftoo much, too big, too fast,is a burning ache inside me only fueling the pleasure of it. Soon enough, I’m gasping around his tightening fingers while my fingers flex and dig into the dirt under us. I don’t even register the cold anymore. Not with his weight blanketing me as my blood races and boils in my veins.

I have to get a hold of myself. I really need to think straight, instead of just being dazed and on the verge of whining for more.

Thankfully, his grip prevents me from saying anything embarrassing when he presses his middle finger and thumb into those spots just under my jaw. I cry out in both discomfort and anticipation, knowing by now how quickly my vision will gospotty and I’ll feel the dizzying heat of oxygen deprivation in my entire body.

Sure enough, he doesn’t let go as he fucks me. His words continue, praise and filthy promises falling from his lips like rain while he holds me tight and fucks me so hard I see stars.

That, or I’m seeing stars from oxygen deprivation. It could be either one, quite honestly. I know I’m getting close to losing consciousness from the way my brain is focused on the wrong things, and how I can’t quite tell if my eyes are open or closed when black spots dance in my vision.

“You know what I think?” Val’s purr reaches my brain, and I whine a response I’m not sure actually makes it past my lips as I gasp for a breath I can’t draw in. “I think you like this more than you thought you would. Hell, you’re more into this than I expected.Look at you, Noa. You should be ashamed of yourself. On your knees in the dirt, getting bred by a serial killer and basically begging for more. Don’t you feel like such a filthy little slut, princess?”

The shame from his words only adds to the burn between my thighs, and he definitely knows I can’t answer. Though a second later his grip loosens, allowing my brain to gain back the blood and oxygen it needs, so I don’t actually black out.

“Breathe, Noa,” Val murmurs against my shoulder. “Just breathe for me. You’re going to come so hard, princess. And when I’m done fucking your pretty little cunt, maybe I’ll carry you back to the cabin and let Kieran do the same. Maybe when you’re dripping with our cum and unable to stand up without it dripping down your thighs, you’ll be too embarrassed to run away from us. What do you think, hmm?” He nuzzles my shoulder, then grazes his teeth against my skin when he manages to stretch out my hoodie enough to bare most of my shoulder to him.

“You’re the worst,” I finally pant, and I get a soft laugh that I feel just above my shoulder blade in response.

“Nah, I don’t think so. You’re just upset by how much you like this. How much you likeme.” He shifts slightly, and I realize he’s been still for the last few seconds, ever since he let go of my neck, though his cock is still buried inside me. “Take a breath for me, because I’m not letting you breathe again until you come.”

“W-what?” I yelp, trying and failing to twist around to glare at him. “Youcannot—” His fingers tighten threateningly on my throat before letting go.

“Deep breath, Noa. Be grateful I’m still giving you the chance.”

Fear and anticipation war in my chest and I shudder as I lean forward as much as I can in his grip. But I really do need the air, so I take one deep breath and let it out, trying to grant my body as much of a reprieve as I can. On my second breath, Val’s fingers constrict the veins in my neck once more, and the uncomfortable feeling is almost immediate. It burns in a way, especially when I lean into his hand with a whine and parted lips.

“That’s right, just enjoy it.” He pulls out just to slam back into me, causing all of my captured air to exit my lungs in a yelp. That only makes him chuckle, however, and he doesn’t stop. Nor does he slow down. Over and over he fucks me, and this time he bites me as well, his teeth grazing and nipping at the skin of my upper back.

The seconds tick by so slowly that it feels like we’re here for an eternity. Rationally, I know I can only last a minute or two of him clamping off my oxygen, so it can’t be as long as my brain is promising it is.

Embarrassingly, my fears about not being able to come before I black out are unfounded. Somehow when he does this, it works me up so fast it should be illegal. So, before I know it,I’m trembling and leaning most of my weight into his grip on my throat when my arms start to buckle.

“Look at you,” Val growls, his words slurred and rough. “Just fuckinglook at you,Noa. On your hands and knees for me in the woods while I breed your perfect little cunt. You should be glad we like you, and not just because it means you might get to live. Nah, that’s not the real reason.” He thrust into me harder, pulling a breathy sound from my abused throat. “You should be sogratefulto us because no one else on this entire planet could satisfy your depraved needs, you know? But don’t worry, Noa.” He sounds almost soothing for a moment, but his words are undermined by his fingers being so tight that I’m definitely about to black out.

“I’ll always be here tofuck youin all the ways you need. Over and over andover.” He slams into me again, then once more, and my orgasm hits me suddenly with the force of a Mack Truck. I can’t make much of a sound, though I certainly give it my best try. Not only that, but I nearly shake myself apart under him as I ride out my release.

Val groans, then snarls against my shoulder, before I once again feel the sting of his teeth on my skin. But it’s not just teasing this time. Instead, he bites down hard enough that I scream with it. Or try to, anyway. He bites firmly and keeps his mouth on me, like some kind of predator holding on to their mate while they fuck them. He holds on like he needs to, all the while rolling his hips into mine as he comes for what feels like forever.

My arms give out just as he lets go. Thankfully, Val is fast enough to catch me before I faceplant on the ground. He sits up, finally letting go of his mouthful of my shoulder, and distantly I can hear his soft, pleased laughter.

“Just relax,” he purrs, his other arm wrapping around my waist. Carefully he sits back, pulling me with him, and managesto keep his cock buried in me while he arranges me on his lap with my head back against his shoulder. “Relax, princess,” Val says again, his fingers reaching under my hoodie to graze my skin. “It would be a shame if you actually blacked out, you know.”

“Why?” I manage to gasp in the middle of panting for air. “Because you want to insult me more?”

“Insult you? I’ve been complimenting you. And no. That’s not quite it.” His fingers curl over the sides of my face, holding my chin in a tight grip. “If you’d blacked out, then Kieran wouldn’t get to play with you.” He jerks my face to the side, where Kieran is leaning silently against one of the bigger trees. “And that wouldn’t be at all fair to him.”

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My breath catchesin my throat, leaving me unable to draw oxygen into my abused lungs. My stomach twists in anticipation just as my heart sinks, and I can’t help the soft groan that leaves me at the idea of Kieran putting me through this all over again.

He must see it on my face, however, because when he pushes away from the tree and walks towards me, it’s to reach out and gently comb his fingers through my messy, tangled hair. “Don’t worry, little girl,” he tells me in a deceptively comforting tone. “I’m not like Val. I don’t get off on scratching, biting, and choking you in the dirt. You’re both filthy, by the way.” Gently, he works his fingers through some of the looser knots, though his ministrations still cause me to give a slight wince. “Tell you what.” He shoves Val’s hand off of my face and steps closer so he can cradle my cheeks in his hands and tilt my face up to him.

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