tw: primal play, pre-established consent
You’ve never run so fast in your life.
The N109 zone is always dark, but it’s especially dark at this time, which is both bad for your visibility, and good for hiding from the quick footsteps on your trail.
Thin branches scratch your arms and legs, forcing you to slow down just a little. It’s the wrong move. The steps are getting closer, so you're forced to hide behind a tree, cover your mouth, and pray.
“I know you’re here, sweetie. Did you get tired of running?” Sylus's voice is so smooth and inviting, calling out to you so sweetly. Your limbs are grateful for the break, but fear creeps up your spine as he gets closer and closer...
For a moment, you panic. You're about to scream, but his hand covers your mouth quickly, bright red eyes alight with amusement. He winks at you, quick assurance that this is all a game, and then it's replaced with his usual intensity.
"Now that I've caught you...what should I do with you?" His head dips down, lips trailing along the column of your neck. Your heart is racing, and you're sure he can feel it against his tongue.
His body presses against yours, keeping your legs open. He pins your wrists above your head with one very large hand.
"Hmm...perhaps I should take you right here? Is that what you want?" He smirks as your answer is entirely muffled by the hand covering your mouth.
"I'll take that as a yes. It's for the best I suppose. Out here, no one can hear you scream."
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