Predator and Prey
Charles Smith x Female Reader - One Shot
After an unsuccessful day of hunting, you and Charles make your way back to camp empty-handed. You accept the loss and focus on getting home, but Charles has other plans. Unbeknownst to you, he’s still on the hunt, and hungry for more than just game.
Word count: 3.1k
Warnings: animal instincts, domination, light bondage, oral, primal prey/predator, out-of-character Charles
“I can’t believe it,” Charles sighs as he kneels on the ground, scanning for tracks, “there’s nothing.”
You two have been out the whole day, searching every inch of Cumberland Forest for a hoofprint, a broken twig, anything. It feels as though all the wildlife in New Hanover has vanished, leaving you and Charles feeling utterly defeated. You managed to kill a couple squirrels earlier, but they weren’t your main targets.
Big game. That’s what you were after. Given it was autumn, you fully expected to snag a deer or a pronghorn, maybe an elk if you could manage it. Those expectations were not met, much to your dismay.
Hell, you wish a bear would suddenly cross your path. Bear stew sounds more appetizing than the stringy meat you have in your satchel.
“Thank god we’re not too low on provisions,” Charles says as he gets to his feet. “Pearson will just have to wait another day before he can make that stew.”
You shrug. “Maybe Arthur or Javier got something. Those two tend to bring in some decent kills”
“Maybe.” Charles echoes.
The sun was now slowly ducking below the horizon, turning the trees into silhouettes. A cool breeze grazes your face as the ground slowly becomes the color of amber. Nighttime was approaching, and it was time to head home.
Accepting defeat, you throw your rifle over your shoulder and make your way over to your horse. As you mount her, your eyes flicker over to Charles, who’s staring out at the endless foliage. The look of disappointment spread across his face is heartbreaking. You know he takes great pride in his hunting. Returning to camp with measly rodents isn’t his idea of a successful hunting trip.
“Charles,” you interrupt his pensive state, “are we going?”
He looks over his shoulder to meet your gaze. “It’s too dark to do much now.” He shrugs. “We’ll try again another day.” He gives you a weak smile.
You grin, glad that Charles’ spirits haven’t been crushed completely. He quickly mounts Taima and joins your side. Without another word, the two of you begin to head south, back to Horseshoe Overlook.
Half an hour passes, and you’re barely out of the forest. The dark sky is now glistening in the company of countless stars. Not much talk has been exchanged up to now. You’re both a little drained from the long day, and all you can think about is getting home. Looking at Charles, you wonder if he has different priorities. He’s riding Taima as slow as he can, although he already promised Dutch you’d both be back by the morning. At this speed, you’d be lucky to make it to Valentine before the sun comes up.
Your voice cuts through the air. “What’re we going so slow for? I thought you told Dutch we’d be back in the morning.”
Charles doesn’t answer. Instead, he keeps at his lethargic pace, staring straight ahead at the path. There’s definitely something on his mind, you’ve known him long enough to pick up on these things, but that doesn’t give him an excuse to ignore you.
“Hey,” You speak a little louder now, “what’s the matter?”
No answer. Being in a relationship with Charles, you’re used to the sparse communication. But the way he’s acting now, it’s just not like him. You finally lose your patience.
“Look. I know that today didn’t go as planned. What we got isn’t great, but it’s better than nothing. We just need to move on and focus on getting home. You promised Dutch that we’d be back soon, and I just want to know why we’re going so goddamn- “
“Let’s set up camp there.” Charles cuts you off, pointing to a clearing at the end of the forest, far from the path.
Camp? What is he talking about?
“Are you serious?” You practically shout. “We need to get back home. Were you even listening? We’re not gonna gain anything by idling out here.”
Charles quickly turns his head to face you, and your frustrated expression turns to one of concern. There’s something malicious about the way he looks at you. You feel his eyes pierce through your own. “We’re setting up camp.” He snaps.
You can’t change his mind now.
Silenced, all you can do is follow him as he makes his way towards the clearing.
You sit, watching Charles as he throws another log into the fire. You feel yourself tense up as he joins you on the ground. You’re still shaken by his sudden outburst. Both of you silently stare at the flames for a moment, listening to burning wood crackle and pop.
You slowly turn your head toward Charles and admire the warm glow that’s now cast upon his face. Hues of red and orange caress his skin, softening his tough complexion. He looks handsome, but his appearance doesn’t ease your lingering anxiety. You curse yourself for feeling so uneasy. You just want to know what’s on his mind.
“So,” you finally build up the courage to ask, “are you sure everything’s okay? You’re not acting like yourself.”
He, to your surprise, replies. “I’m fine, just...disappointed.” He doesn’t look at you but continues to let the fire dance across his eyes.
You suddenly feel bad for Charles: all he wanted to do was bring back something decent to eat. You saw how that unfolded.
You reach out and touch his knee, attempting to comfort him. “Things don’t always go according to plan.”
“I know that.” He says quietly, glancing at your hand.
“Then why didn’t we go straight home? There must be something else wrong.”
Charles then turns to face you, expressionless. “Well, I’m not going back to camp unsatisfied.”
“What do you mean?” His words confuse you. Only when a devilish grin creeps across his face do you realize his true intentions. You know now why he brought you out here.
Your breathing fails for a moment. You slowly pull your hand away from Charles, afraid to touch him. He suddenly stands up, making you jump.
Seeing him tower over you, your heart begins to race. Your stomach drops when you remember how strong he is, and how easily he could overpower you. The hungry look in his eyes makes you shiver. Yet you feel something else behind the terror, as heat starts rising between your legs.
You like this: the way Charles is looking at you as though you’re fresh meat, the way your heart’s leaping out of your chest, anticipating his next move. You feel like a doe at the end of his arrow. But you want to be hunted.
You try to back away, still seated on the ground, but Charles is quick to grab you. You yelp as he grips your ankles and drags you along the forest floor. Now laying at his feet, you tremble as he bends toward you.
You hear his labored breathing as he brings his mouth close to you ear. “I’m not leaving without getting my fill.” He growls.
He then smashes his lips into yours, and a wave of desire floods your senses. The kiss quickly becomes passionate as Charles begins exploring your mouth, his tongue fighting with your own. His hands wander along your body, yearning to find an opening in your clothes. He’s never kissed you like this. It’s almost too much to take.
Desperate for air, you break the kiss. Charles nips your bottom lip as you pull away, making you wince. You two are both on the ground at this point. Charles is on all fours and you’re flat on your back. His body is caging you in, leaving no room to escape.
Lifting your head, you’re met with an expression of what you can only describe as bloodlust. You see his teeth bared in a sinister grin. His eyes are dark now, no longer reflecting the flames from the fire. The way his body heaves up and down with each breath makes you think you’ve been trapped by an animal rather than a person.
Charles has been replaced by a hungry predator.
Looking down at you in your petrified state, he can’t help but maintain a smile. A mischievous idea suddenly pops into his head. His face hardens once again. “Back up.” He orders, motioning to a tree close behind you.
You’re confused by his request, but too scared to protest. You sit up and crawl backward along the ground, not daring to break eye contact. You stop only when you feel your back graze the bark of the tree.
Charles stands up and walks towards you, rummaging through his satchel as he moves. He stops in front of you, his crotch now level with your face. It’s hard to ignore the obvious bulge in his pants as he looms over you.
You begin to squirm, worried for what’s next, but Charles stops you. He cups your face in his hand, firmly gripping your jaw. “Don’t move.” He hisses, locking eyes with you. “Understand?” You nod, now paralyzed.
He reaches back into his satchel and pulls out a lasso. You break into a cold sweat. He grasps your hands and raises them over your head. He swiftly ties them together. You flinch, feeling the abrasive rope against your wrists.
Then, without warning, he tears into your shirt. Buttons fly and seams rip as he exposes your bare chest. You gasp and instinctively cover up, bringing your knees up and your arms down to protect yourself.
Charles’ smirk now turns into a snarl. “What did I say about moving?” He barks. ”You don’t get to hide from me.”
You gingerly return to your previous position. Charles then shifts his attention to your lower half. He quickly pulls off your shoes, then brings his hands to your waist. Tucking his fingers under your belt, he swiftly removes your pants, leaving you in just your underwear.
You bite your lip as Charles begins to remove your panties. He slowly slides them down your legs, savoring the moment. It isn’t long before you’re completely naked before him. He stands back to admire his prize. Seeing you tied up, completely under his will, makes him crave you even more.
“My turn.” He purrs. You watch, cheeks crimson, as Charles begins to undress. His boots are kicked to the side as he unbuttons his shirt. You watch it slide off his body, revealing a toned and beefy chest. The pale moonlight illuminates the rippling muscles along his arms. He’s built to dominate you. You feel the ache between your thighs begin to pulse as he quickly removes his pants and belt.
Charles suddenly stops. He palms his crotch for a moment but doesn’t remove his underwear. He shoots you a sly look. “You want this, don’t you?”
“Y-yes.” You can barely speak. “I need you, Charles.”
He smirks, satisfied with your reply. You watch as he removes his last piece of clothing, finally freeing his member. You gasp at the sight of it, realizing how big he is.
He stands inches from your face, his cock pulsing. He grips the top of your head, forcing you to make eye contact. “Open up.” He instructs.
You obey and open your mouth as wide as possible. You’re given no time to brace yourself before Charles shoves his entire length down your throat. You gag, and immediately feel tears beading at the corners of your eyes. He grabs a fistful of your hair and forces you to swallow every inch. Your tongue wraps around his shaft, feeling every fold and vein as he begins ramming in and out of your mouth. He fucks you relentlessly, his balls slapping against your chin as you release muffled moans.
Charles lets out a grunt as he moves his hands from your head to the tree. He grips the trunk and dives deeper into your mouth. You’re on the verge of suffocation. Tears are running down your face, and you feel drool dribbling off your chin.
Charles peers down, watching as he abuses your mouth. “Look at you,” he chuckles, using his thumb to smear the saliva coating the outside of your lips, “such a dirty little thing.” You reply with a whimper, releasing whatever air you have left. He continues to fuck your mouth, nearing his climax. His breathing is reduced to huffs, and his pace slows. You feel his hands wrap around your head once more.
Then, with a roar, he thrusts himself to the back of your throat. You let out a stifled cry as he releases, forcing you to swallow. You recoil, feeling the salt from his semen burn your now raw windpipe.
Charles removes himself from you with a groan, and you nearly faint. Gasping, you try to force as much air as you can down your lungs. You feel the tears and spit begin to dry on your face as they make contact with the cool air.
You pant, waiting for your vision to fully return. Charles watches you tremble, knowing he could’ve easily killed you. He bends down and grips your chin, admiring the mess he’s made of you.
“I can’t have you dying yet, dove.” He coos, wiping away a tear. “I have other plans for you.”
Before you can say anything, he plants himself onto your neck, sucking and pulling at the delicate skin. You whine, knowing you’ll be adorned with marks in the morning. Charles grabs your legs and pulls you away from the tree, leaving you flat on your back. He returns to your collarbone and begins trailing sloppy kisses down your body.
He stops at your breasts and takes one into his mouth. His tongue swirls around your nipple, making you cry out. He fondles the other, his large hand gripping the tender skin. Your breathing becomes staggered and you moan, begging him to continue. He continues traveling down your body.
His mouth reaches your hip and it lingers there for a bit, peppering the area in kisses. Soon, though, his gentle kisses turn into aggressive bites. It feels as though he’s drawing blood. Startled, you start to protest, but you’re cut short. Your complaint turns into a gasp as Charles suddenly forces your legs apart. He looks up at you, obviously entertained by your shocked expression.
“Let’s see how you taste.” He hums, bringing his face closer to your opening. You scream when you feel him lick a stripe up your slit. His tongue pokes in between your lips, lapping up the juices gathered on your folds. You desperately claw at the base of the tree, overcome by pleasure.
“I want more.” You hear Charles growl. He places his palms on your inner thighs and pushes, spreading you even further. His mouth returns, now hovering over your clit. You release a high-pitched moan as he begins to suck on the bundle of nerves. Your hips buck, feeling him stimulate your sweet spot. His hands grip your thighs with intentions to bruise.
You whimper as his tongue then begins to dart in and out of you. Arching your back, you let out a cry, feeling him go deeper inside you. His stubble grazes across your lips, stimulating you further. You’re so intoxicated by his actions that you’re seeing stars.
You feel like you’re being eaten alive.
You’re nearly at your climax. Being devoured like this is sending you closer and closer to the edge. You feel your stomach tremble, anticipating an orgasm. You’re denied such relief, though, as Charles abruptly pulls away from you. You notice your arousal has completely covered his chin.
He quickly changes the pace. “On your knees.” He commands. You obey, getting on all fours, supporting your upper half using your elbows. Charles approaches you from behind. You feel him rub his cock against your slick opening, preparing to go in.
Without warning, he enters you, letting a moan fall from his lips. He immediately begins to ram you, prohibiting your walls from adjusting to his girth. You cry out from the combination of pain and pleasure.
His thrusts are brutal, animalistic. He’s fucking you as though his life depends on it. Charles’ fingers dig into your flesh as he pounds you senseless.
You feel his hand creep up your back until he reaches your head. He grabs your hair and yanks it backward, making your walls tense up. “Fuck,” he groans, “I love how tight you get for me.”
You’re so overstimulated that you can’t even respond. You’re too focused on how he’s ravaging your body, forcing you to submit to his every action. You whine, feeling your orgasm fast approaching.
Still pulling your hair, Charles takes his free hand and wraps it around your throat. He squeezes, limiting your oxygen. Tears well up in your eyes as he continues to plow into you.
Your legs start to tremble, unable to support you. You begin to fall apart. Feeling his strokes become irregular, you ready yourself for his climax.
Still choking you, Charles leans forwards and growls into your ear, “You’re mine.”
With a groan, he proceeds to cum inside you. Your orgasm follows immediately after, reducing you to a mix of quiet whimpers and moans. You feel your stomach twitch and pulse as waves of pleasure wash over you. Your walls tighten around Charles, milking him as he fills you.
After finishing, Charles releases his grip on you. He pulls out and watches as you crumble to the ground, his load slowly draining out of you. Exhausted, you lay on the bed of autumn leaves below you, the fresh air comforting your sore skin.
You feel a pair of hands hoist you up. Charles sets you in his lap, wrapping his shirt around you. He hands you a drink. His hunger is now satisfied.
“Are you okay?” He says softly, a look of concern spread across his face. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
Your lips curve into a weary smile. “You were fine, hun.” You graze your hand across his cheek, feeling its warmth. “You just caught me off guard, that’s all.”
He chuckles, a little embarrassed, “I don’t know what came over me.”
“I don’t know either,” you giggle, “but I liked it.”
Charles smiles and kisses your forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You reply, nuzzling your face into his arm.
You spend the rest of the night relaxing, relishing in each other’s company. Charles holds you tight to his chest and runs his fingers through your hair, telling you how well you did. Wrapped in his arms, you can safely say that you’re utterly in love with him.