The Hunter and the Hunt. 

The wind rolls down the mountain and stirs the ancient trees of the forest, gracefully moving through the leaves in unseen patterns. It dips and rises, carrying with it a multitude of scents. Moving about, almost with a purpose, it reaches a point and descends once more. Down it goes towards a figure barely visible in the underbrush. The wind swirls around him and dissipates - all is still.  

The hunter takes note of the oddity that has just occurred but does not allow this to distract him as he sees his prey in the distance. Stalking silently through the forest floor, he edges closer to the animal. He comes upon it in a sunlit clearing. A great stag standing tall and proud, horns expanding out elegantly. Knocking an arrow the hunter sights the creature. 

Breathing in, he pulls back the drawstring. The stag’s ears twitch, the hunter releases the arrow, a wolf howls, the stag bolts, the arrow misses. Shaking his head in frustration the hunter gets up slowly and looks around. Waiting and listening for any signs of the wolf. Moments pass by...suddenly a rustling comes from behind him. He turns and sees a black wolf dashing through the trees towards him. Readying another arrow he raises his bow and stops. Something tells him he should run instead. Heeding his instincts he turns and sprints away. 

Running through the forest with the wind and the wolf at his back the hunter suddenly realizes that something is wrong - wolves hunt in packs. As if on cue, another wolf bounds over some rocks in front of him. Changing direction while knocking an arrow, the hunter continues his flight. A wolf appears in front of him and jumps for his throat, he dodges by dropping to the side and fires the arrow into the wolf's belly. The wolf dies. The other animals see this and howl in anger. This time, more howls respond creating an orchestra of death. 

Weighing his options the hunter decides to go for higher ground as he sprints towards the foot of the mountain. At the corners of his vision the hunter sees more shadows in pursuit. Nearing the mountain he prepares to jump to a low hanging ledge; however, as his fingers grab the edge, the black wolf managers to bite down unto his foot. Struggling with the pain and the wolf he kicks down vigorously. The wolf releases him and he pulls himself up onto the ledge. Inspecting his foot, the hunter tears his shirt off and bandages the wound. Peering over the ledge the hunter sees six wolves pacing about below. Looking up he sees the path before him. 

The sky is dark and a full moon illuminates the sky by the time the hunter makes it to a plateau nowhere near the peak of the mountain. Exhausted and blood-drained, he collapses. A short while later, he opens his eyes slowly and takes in his surroundings. The area is large with outcroppings of rock dotting the landscape and a copse of trees towers in the distance. Standing up with the support of his unstrung bow, he makes his way to the trees. 

As he enters the tree line, a wolf waits in his path. The hunter tries to back away slowly but another wolf appears behind him. The two wolves herd him deeper into the grove. Wolves keep emerging from the trees around him and join the original two. They walk slowly but with fangs bared. Stopping suddenly, they stare at the hunter and he stares back. The pack begins to howl; a sound that vibrates his core. Without warning the ground at the hunters feet opens up and he falls. 

Dazed the hunter opens his eyes and sees paws before him...paws? Was that not feet? 

He succumbs to unconsciousness. 

Warmth and darkness, such a contrast yet so comfortable...the hunter awakens. He finds himself lying, naked, on a mix of furs and leaves. He does not feel the pain from his foot or the fall. The night sky is ablaze with sapphire jewels.The clearing is embraced by soft, white light. The source of this is the moon at its apex in the sky and a twin on the ground reflecting back at it. Ripples spread out across the second moon and a figure emerges from the pool. She is clothed in moonlight and nothing else. 

She struts towards the hunter and looks down at him with piercing golden eyes. Admiring her nudeness, he takes in her slender body from foot to crown - she is breathtaking. Kneeling in front of him, she offers him an oval-shaped, violet fruit. He accepts it without hesitation, still entranced by her beauty. The fruit is juicy and sweet with an almost acidic aftertaste. A droplet of the juice leaks down his chin, which she catches with a finger and proceeds to lick off. A wolfish grin touches her lips, but not her intense eyes, as she advances towards him. 

She straddles him, grabs his semi-erect penis and begins to stroke it with her hand. Pushing him down with her free hand, she takes his now engorged rod and directs it into her waiting pussy...she moans, he gasps. Placing both hands on his chest, she starts to ride his dick rhythmically. Lost in the tightness of her pussy the hunter leans up, grabs her petite breasts and bites her nipple. This sets her off and she increases her motions into him. The clearing is filled with her moans as she orgasms spectacularly. She stops and looks at the hunter hungrily. 

This look sets the hunter off - he picks her up, places her legs on his shoulders, her back against an oak tree and proceeds to pound into her. She squeals in pleasure as the feeling of this vigorous pumping is an overkill as she had just climaxed. After sometime the hunter removes his dick from her and puts her down. Her legs buckle and she sits down, breathing deeply. 

She takes his shaft in her hand and begins to lick and suck it. She can feel his hardness. Sucking the length of his shaft she almost chokes but wants to taste every inch of it. As she enjoys his dick, her fingers slip towards her dripping pussy and she starts to play with her clit. The hunter is on the edge now and he cums spectacularly in her mouth. She relishes the warmth and looks up at him.  Smiling, she makes her way to the bedding and he follows. They lay next to each other, still naked, and the hunter drifts off to sleep. 

A sexual feeling awakens the hunter and he looks down to see the girl sucking his penis once more. Taking her arm, he stands up and directs her to bend down in front of him. He shoves his dick into her from behind making her eyes bulge. He fucks her dramatically while pulling on her hair. Each pound send shivers through her body and she feels close to climaxing. He suddenly stops, spanks her ass and turns her around. Pushing her onto the floor, he raises her legs before him and inserts himself into her. He starts slowly driving into her and then he speeds up until he is fiercely fucking her. She squirms but he holds her in place while biting her thighs. Her breasts look inviting so he grabs them and pinches her nipples. She screams and cums. The hunter can’t resist anymore. He pulls out of her and cums unto her breasts and stomach. They lay there sweating and satisfied. She cleans him off and walks towards the pond. 

The hunter just sits there and admires the way the dappled light dances on her body. She enters the pond and disappears. He picks up movement at the corner of his vision and looks towards it. A stag stands there and from behind it wolves emerge from the forest. They pass the stag and head towards the hunter encircling him. He is trapped. Another wolf, of pure white, steps out of the pond. The other wolves part for her. Between heartbeats, the girl stands in front of me once more. 

She walks towards the hunter and traces his body with her hands. He looks into her eyes - the gilded eyes of death. She leans in closer, a spray of red, pain; his vision fades. She steps back, a piece of his throat in her mouth. That redness is such a contrast on her skin. The hunter falls, clutching his neck to try and stop the bleeding. She turns and walks away; such beauty the hunter thinks. 

The wolves pounce. 

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