Chapter 73 Vignette 67
The night pressed close around Maris Vale, thick with the scent of damp leaves and something sharper. Her boots sank into the soft forest floor, each step muffled yet unnervingly loud in her ears. She told herself the quickened thud of her pulse was just from the cold, just from the darkness… but a sliver of unease coiled low in her belly, refusing to loosen.
Somewhere behind her, branches whispered.
She didn’t turn.
The forest was alive at night, she knew that. The sound could have been the wind, a stray animal, anything at all. And yet… her skin prickled, the fine hairs on her nape rising as if in recognition. She drew her coat tighter and kept walking, but the feeling stayed with her, growing heavier, as if unseen eyes tracked every move she made.
If she’d looked back then, she might have seen the two shadows melting between the trees. She might have noticed how their movements were too deliberate, too silent, to belong to men… or to anything human at all.
Her pace quickened. She told herself it was only to get home faster, but the knot in her stomach twisted tighter. Every few steps, there it was again… the faint crunch of leaves, the subtle shift of weight against the earth.
She stopped.
The forest breathed around her.
No footsteps. No movement. Only the distant drip of water and the flutter of wings high above.
Maris released the breath she’d been holding and started forward again, but this time the sound came quicker, matching her stride like a mocking echo.
Her throat dried. She didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know someone was there… close enough that she could feel the weight of their presence, yet far enough to stay just beyond the reach of her eyes.
Then, between the trunks ahead, she caught a glimpse.
Not a person…no, too fluid for that.
A flash of movement, the glint of something pale under the moon, vanishing before she could focus.
The forest seemed suddenly smaller, tighter, as if the night itself was closing in.
Maris’s heart hammered. She wasn’t alone.
A branch snapped to her left.
Maris spun, her eyes searching the dark, but the trees stood silent, their shadows pooling thick at their bases. She took a step back, only for another sound to ripple through the night… this time to her right.
They were moving.
The footsteps weren’t clumsy or rushed. They were deliberate. Coordinated. One pacing to the side, the other circling in.
Her pulse roared in her ears. “Who’s there?” Her voice cracked in the stillness, swallowed by the forest before it could carry.
From between two oaks, a tall figure emerged. Moonlight caught on sharp features, the gleam of dark eyes locked on her. Another shadow detached itself from the opposite side, mirroring the first… a perfect, predatory flank.
Maris stumbled back, her boots sinking into the damp earth.
They didn’t speak. They didn’t have to. Every step they took brought them closer, closing the invisible net until she could feel their presence pressing against her from both sides.
Something primal in her gut told her this wasn’t just danger.
This was a hunt.
Her breath hitched as the one on her left closed the last step between them.
She froze, every instinct screaming at her to run, but her legs refused to move. His hand brushed her arm… warm, firm, deliberate… and the contact didn't send shivers racing down her spine.
It made heat grow between her thighs.
Before she could speak, he leaned in, his chest pressed to her chest.
Her breasts.
And then lowered his face toward her neck.
She felt the heat of his breath first… then the barest graze of lips against her skin.
Not a kiss… something steamier.
He inhaled. Deep. Slow. Like he was memorizing her.
Maris’s stomach twisted. “W–what are you…”
A faint, almost imperceptible nod passed between them. It wasn’t a glance, it wasn’t words… it was a signal.
In the same heartbeat, the other man stepped forward. A coil of rope hung in his hand, the fibers rough and ready.
“No… wait…” She jerked back, but the first man’s grip tightened around her arm, holding her in place. Her pulse pounded so hard she could hear it.
The rope slid around her wrist, the tug quick and practiced. Then another loop, pulling her arms behind her before she could twist free. The second man moved with an efficiency that chilled her.
It wasn’t the first time he’d done this.
They turned her toward the nearest tree and sat her on one big root of it… one of the numerous that sat on the earth
The rope wound around the trunk, pinning her there. Each knot cinched tighter until the pressure bit into her skin.
Her breathing came fast, shallow. She could see their images. But not what they really looked like.
One was close enough that his shadow swallowed hers in the moonlight, head tilted downward, staring fiercely at her with a gaze that interpreted hunger.
Not to make her his.
Just… pleasure
“Who are you? And what do you want from me?” She asked, voice almost inaudible.
Their presence, touch, and even breath against her skin left her feeling weak.
Noticed she didn't scream or resist when they grabbed her to tie her up?
Instead, there was this lingering intrigue to witness what they really wanted to do to her.
And yes…
Her curiosity got the best of her.
One twin reached for his belt, eyes still fixed on her like he couldn't stop staring.
Not because he was captivated.
But because he wanted to express dominance. And make her shrink in fear.
He undid his belt and then his zippers.
Without rush like he had all the time in the world.
He didn't pull down his trousers.
Just took out something that made her eyes open wide like she'd just seen something she wasn't supposed to.
Her mouth ajar.
Breath hung in her throat.
It looked huge from the shadows.
With a slim tip that contrasted the huge and thick body and balls.
His cock.
He stepped closer with slow deliberate strides that made her veins twist.
No words could come out of her mouth.
Just dread curling at her skin.
She couldn't name what she felt.
Didn't dare.
But it was definitely not fear.
She gasped.
But breath didn't seep in.
His cock did.
Fat. Veiny. long.
And erect.
He pushed himself deep inside.
Then started fucking her mouth right after his tip hit her throat.
Mumbling sounds pierced the silence of the quiet forest.
The other twin just stood near, watching and rubbing his own cock.
It was already outside his trousers, waiting for its own turn.
To fuck her mouth.
But then he walked over to her side, his cock still stuck out, dangling as he walked.
He pulled her hair backwards, then pushed her head forward, causing his twin’s cock to go even deeper.
Just a few seconds later, his cum shot out, right inside her mouth.
He pulled out and she was panting, trying to catch her breath without really taking notice of the cum dripping off her mouth.
The other twin took over immediately, not even giving her space to catch her breath completely.
He started fucking her mouth. Deep throat.
Really hard. That she began thinking he forgot her mouth wasn't a pussy.
He held her head into him, fucking her mouth mercilessly, his heavy balls hitting her lower jaw.
But then he released her head, still fucking.
Harder.
Not minding that her head was hitting the bark of the tree.
But soon, his nuts burst out inside her mouth.
He stepped backward slowly. Satisfied.
Then zipped up his trousers.
And for the first time, she heard their voices.
“Should we untie her?”
“No, let's leave her here. For the next wolves who would give her more taste of cum.”
With a flash speed, they disappeared into the distance.
While she just sat there.
Tired, breathless, panting.
Cum dripping off the side of her mouth.
Pussy clenching… slick and slimy.
Silently hoping that the next wolves would take not just her mouth.
But her pussy too.