**The Phantom’s Hunt**

I shouldn’t have come into these woods alone. The moon hung low, casting shadows between the trees, but I could still feel her before I saw her—cold fingers brushing my neck, the whisper of something inhuman against my skin. When I turned, she was there, towering over me, her naked body glowing faintly in the dark.

She wasn’t human—couldn’t be. Not with the thick, heavy cock hanging between her thighs, already half-hard and twitching as she grinned at me. Her tits sagged heavily, swaying as she stepped closer, her pale skin shimmering like mist. I should’ve run. But her eyes—dark and hungry—held me in place.

“You’re mine now,” she purred, her voice like silk over steel.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back before her mouth crashed against mine. It was brutal, claiming, her tongue forcing its way past my lips while her free hand grabbed my wrist. I gasped as she pinned me against a tree, bark digging into my back.

“Please—” I tried to plead, but she didn’t care.

Her cock surged against my stomach, thick and hot, already leaking pre. She pulled my pants down roughly, her cold fingers wrapping around my own cock, jerking me hard. “You’re going to milk me dry,” she growled, and before I could protest, she spun me around, shoving me face-first into the tree.

Something—vines, magic, I didn’t know—snaked around my wrists, binding them tight above my head. I was trapped.

Her tits pressed against my back, heavy and soft, as her cock slid between my thighs. She ground against me, her thick length rubbing against my balls, my own dick throbbing helplessly. She laughed, low and cruel, as she reached around to squeeze my shaft. “Pathetic. You’re already this hard?”

I whimpered. I *was* hard—her touch, her dominance, fuck, it had me leaking.

Then she yanked my head back again, her lips at my ear. “Beg for my cock.”

I didn’t want to. But my body betrayed me. “P-please…”

She chuckled. “Good boy.”

Her hands moved down, spreading my ass cheeks, and I felt the fat, wet head of her cock pressing against my hole. No lube, no prep—just pure, brutal force as she shoved inside.

I screamed.

She didn’t stop. Her hips snapped forward, burying every inch of her massive cock into me, stretching me impossibly wide. “Tight,” she groaned, nails digging into my hips. “Fuck, you’re *perfect*.”

Then she started *moving*.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the trees as she fucked me relentlessly, her tits bouncing with every thrust. My cock dribbled pre onto the ground below, untouched and aching, while she used me like a toy.

“You’re going to milk me,” she panted, her fingers digging bruises into my flesh. “Take every drop like a good little slut.”

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. She hit so *deep*, her cock dragging against my insides, making me see stars.

Her pace turned brutal, her balls slapping against my ass as she hammered into me. “Gonna fill you up,” she snarled. “Gonna pump you so full you’ll feel me for *days*.”

I came untouched—my cock jerking, splattering the forest floor as she fucked me through it, her laughter ringing in my ears.

Then she stilled, her cock pulsing inside me. With a groan, she slammed in one last time, and I felt it—hot cum flooding my guts, rope after rope, her hips grinding to get *deeper*.

When she finally pulled out, cum dripped from my ruined hole. She smirked, running a finger through the mess before shoving it into my mouth. “Remember this,” she whispered. “Because I’ll be back.”

And just like that, she was gone—vanishing into the mist, leaving me tied, used, and aching for more.