I couldn't recognise the noises that I was making. Pairing them with Hunt's excessive grunts and growls, I felt like an animal. The way that he fucked me from behind, making my poor fists clench desperately against the blanket underneath me... how could he make me want more of him?
His body felt so warm and his rough hands were mounted onto my hips, shifting them at every thrust. I couldn't do this anymore... The amount of times that he had lifted me up only to make me spiral down again was too much to simply count on two fingers.
Blood stained the ragged blanket beneath us, and the scent of sweat and the tangy aroma of his juices filled the cave, tearing apart my nostrils. His hands suddenly slapped onto my breasts, his palm brushing over my sensitive peaks. I moaned out his name once again, swallowing up his dick before closing my walls against it once more.
"Such a dirty little thing..." he whispered, erasing any trace of the previous Hunt from the air around us. I felt needed in his arms, not just because I'm used to people relying on me for everything. No, this wasn't like that at all.
He needed me, but not because of what I could provide him. My brothers only see me as someone who can keep them alive, feeding them day after day. As a result, they've become lazy, imparting all of the burden onto me.
Hunt is different. He is reliant on me, but I'm also reliant on him. He brings me gifts every single day expecting nothing in return. He's... manly in that way. He brings me joy.
Our moans filled the winter night until sunrise, where I finally fell to the floor, passing out from the sheer exhaustion. He still stood there, grunting, holding his neck. Snarling, turning away from me, he held his head in his hands. "What... what have I done?"
His beast-like features slowly disappeared, leaving him in a state of confusion. And just like that, in the bane of daybreak, he fled, leaving me to peacefully sleep on the floor, a silly smile plastered across my face.
The next morning, I woke up alone and cold. A blanket had been placed around my shoulders, but the warmth from last night had disappeared... and so had Hunt. I was the only one in the cave, and the only one left in despair. I knew that I didn't want any strings attached but he could have at least stayed until morning...
Perhaps he went out to hunt?
"And here I thought that the Debonair girl was supposedly a prude." My eyes tensed as I grabbed the blanket, covering my body up while my childhood friend, Derek, walked right in. His eyes held an amused glint while his arms remained crossed.
"Who told you about this place?" He smirked, sitting down on a rock just outside of the cave. "I saw you leave your house late last night. By the time I caught up to you, I heard your moans with your outsider man. Did he leave you after using you, hm?"
Don't show weakness. Men like Derek crave it, and once you give them a taste, they'll take and take until you have nothing left. He smirked as he approached me, grabbing my wrist. I snarled, keeping the blanket around me.
"You're going to marry me." Excuse me, what? Derek was the best choice for a husband in the village. Not only was he young but he was an adequate hunter. However, there's no way that I'm marrying him. I know his true self: that in the end, he's an arrogant prick who just wants a pretty girl to have sex with and breed with.
"In your dreams." I replied, getting up. My eyes challenged his authority over me, and he didn't respond well to it. He went to grab me again but this time, I was swift enough to dodge. "Tsk, bitch."
He brushed the snow out of his hair before he looked up at me, frowning. "Listen. Either you marry me or I tell the whole village that we've been fucking." He's trying to blackmail me? Is he being serious? That prick is trying to blackmail me into marrying him?
If word got out that him and I were fucking, my family would become social pariahs. No one would sell or buy any of my goods, unless I announced that we were actually engaged and promised to either other. Perhaps after our marriage, they'd keep their insults to just staring at me in a shocked manor.
I was trapped, and Derek knew it.