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teeth. She was tight, so tight, and yet soft and yielding and
submissive. The heat and moisture surrounding the head of his cock was
incredible. He began moving in gentle, shallow thrusts, and he felt her muscles
contracting around the sensitive head, caressing him. A low groan of need broke
from him.
    “Christ. Yes .”
    He kept moving,
thrusting shallowly, with only the head of his cock inside her, and she writhed
and squirmed and begged incoherently for more. She clutched at him, but he had
all the control, all the power. He was dominating her, taking what he wanted,
exactly the way he wanted it.
    She was braced
against the tree, her head back, her throat exposed, and he suddenly wanted to
bite her so badly he could hardly stand it. He imagined his teeth digging into
her shoulder, the spicy taste of her blood—
    He fought back
the strange and primitive urge, and thrust a little harder. Another inch or two
of his cock slipped inside her cunt, and she was so hot, so tight, creaming all
over him, the heat of her moisture caressing him…
    He became aware
that his balls were tight with the need for release, and that his skin was wet
with sweat. He needed to fuck her, hard and fast, but he knew that if he let
himself go, he’d come almost instantly. He didn’t want this to be over. He
ground his teeth, holding himself back, letting himself thrust gently,
teasingly.
    She was wailing,
arching against him, begging for more in broken words and helpless sobs. Her
skin was wet with perspiration too, and he could feel her body spasming around
his with every movement. He imagined how it would feel when she came, the hard
clench of her inner muscles around his cock, and he almost lost his control
then and there. He gritted his teeth again, and threw his head back, opening
his eyes and staring at the moon through the latticework of branches above.
    He no longer
itched. Instead he was filled with unbearable heat. He wasn’t sure what was
happening to him, but he knew that the moon somehow had helped to change him. The moon, and the forest… and Rhea.
    He could almost
feel the moonlight burning his skin, making his blood boil with need, and
suddenly he couldn’t hold back any longer. His hips jerked of their own accord,
and he thrust into her, hard and deep, crying out with the pleasure of it. She
cried out too, and her legs wrapped around his thighs, giving him better
access, allowing him to thrust even deeper.
    He lowered his
head, pressed his face into her hair, and pounded into her.
    She smelled like
sweat and sex. Like the moon-silvered forest. Like everything wild and alive.
The incredible scent of her drove him to the edge of sanity. He thrust
savagely, in violent, uncontrolled movements, fucking her like an animal. He was an animal, mindless and wild, driven
solely by instinct.
    The desire to
bite her welled up inside him, and this time he couldn’t fight it. He opened
his mouth and bit into her shoulder, hard. At the same moment he felt her
biting into him. It hurt, but he was so far gone into sexual madness that he didn’t
care. He bit hard, drawing blood, and slammed into her in a frantic rhythm.
    He felt her body
contracting as she came, and then rapture claimed him, too. An unearthly
ecstasy poured over him and through him, flooding him with scalding heat,
transforming him into something feral and savage.
    It was the
greatest pleasure he’d ever known.
    He couldn’t stop
fucking her. Their bodies moved together, in a violent, erratic rhythm, and he
heard her screaming, felt her body contracting around his, over and over. She
was coming endlessly—and so was he. His orgasm just wouldn’t stop, and he
couldn’t stop screaming, either.
    At long last the
intense rapture faded, and he found himself slumped against her, pressing her
into the tree, panting harshly. He recognized that being pushed into the bark
couldn’t be comfortable, so he straightened up, not without effort, and let his
rapidly softening body slip