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The Piamupits remained motionless. He actually seemed to be considering her plea. His mandibles worked, scratching at his own face, and Naru got the feeling he was smiling at her.

“Pretty old for a virgin,” he said, in another Comanche’s voice. It staggered Naru. How long had he stalked the village, listening to their talk, stealing their words to throw in her face now?

His prick hardened, seemingly at the thought that he had a virgin at his disposal, already wearing his cum. Shining with it. Only needing to take it within herself to be fully his. That was the trophy he wanted from her.

“You want a virgin? You want to be my first? Go ahead. See if you can satisfy me. It should be easy, right? I don’t have anyone to compare you to. You have to be better than my hand… don’t you?” Naru taunted, with growing confidence, sensing she had him off-balance.

Her face was a mask of tension, of terror, but she forced her mouth into a rictus-like grin. It seemed to please the Piamupits, though. He reached down and scratched his leathery balls. Then he moved his clawed fingers up and down his vein-roped cock, making the cockhead once more emerge from its foreskin.

Naru watched with growing horror, mounting excitement. She couldn’t believe she was thrilled by this. It was insane, like being happy to find a rattlesnake next to you when you woke. But she supposed it was as crazy for his prick to be hardening, after how she’d bloodied him.

They were both warriors, but not like other warriors… they bled something different in the heat of battle… they wanted to gratify themselves in that all-consuming adrenaline, not bear it, not run from it… they wanted more and this was the ultimate more. It was taking the hunt inside of them, using it to pleasure themselves.

The Piamupits’s balls drew up. His cock stuck out at her. Naru thought that if she had a knife… no. It’d be like trying to cut down a tree with her eyeteeth. Or at least so she told herself.

Already she wanted to reach out one hand and touch that arousal like none she had ever known. Feel it… know again how it throbbed against her pumping fingers. Even if she had a knife, her groin would still be filled with a wild pulse. And she honestly didn’t know whether she would try to defend herself or lay her blade aside and let this carry on.

Panting, confused at the tightness and heat she felt inside herself in response to this approaching monster, Naru backed away. A tree blocked her path. She pressed her against its bole, clenching her fists into the bark as if she might rip them off and throw a handful of them into the Piamupits’s face.

She was dizzy with fear. He was going to ravage her—but did it count as that when she’d been so willing as to start it?

The Piamupits moved closer, his fat prick swaying from side to side, clapping against his thighs. They were muscular as tree trunks. Naru felt her own muscles clenching. Even her breasts swelled, the nipples taut, straining against the inside of her buckskin. A sharp spasm hit her sex like rolling thunder; not reaching her clit, but making it feel like a tall tree during a rainstorm, sure to be hit with the next flash of lightning.

Her juices wetted the outside of her cunt, slicking her small-things, all while her thighs shook with tension. Her whole body was alive, strumming with feeling even before being touched, in anticipation of being touched.

Maybe she was simply wicked. That’s why the Piamupits was doing this to her. She was too different to belong to any of the men of the tribe; she was only fit to be a Piamupits’s mate.

The Piamupits lifted his hand again. His claws glinted like the tips of arrows. Naru waited, her flesh tingling. How would it feel for him to hit her, when she already felt like this? When it had done what it had done to her before, he was only an enemy to her, she hadn’t known what he was a source for…

His arm came down. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her away from the tree. Naru scrambled on hands and knees to keep up with his relentless motion. She didn’t think anything of going with him—all that mattered was relieving the pressure on her scalp before he pulled it clean off her head.

Then they were in a grassy clearing, cut off from the world by the thick ranks of street that stood silent vigil. Nowhere to run, nothing for Naru to grab. Like some sacrifice, she was laid out on flat nothingness. She had nothing to look forward to except what the Piamupits did to her.

He ripped her buckskin open and Naru cried out, her small hands trying to cover her exposed breasts. The Piamupits knocked her arms away, then tore off more of her garment. The straining fabric cut deeply into her soft flesh before it let go—coming away in the Piamupits’s hand—a trophy he happily discarded.

Fear held her heart like an icy fist. This was it. There was no other way this could go, nothing else that could happen now except his will.

“You’re in for a treat, woman,” the Piamupits said, another man’s voice, as if her entire tribe were gathered her, watching her shame, knowing she had failed them.

But no, they’d never expected anything from her. She’d failed herself. And yet, why then did it feel so good—so much like what she wanted—something she desired so much that it scared her.

Naru no longer worried about her life. She feared what that life would be… having joys that so overshadowed her old love of hunting that she could not even remember that dream.

The Piamupits fell to his knees, holding Naru by the wrists. He drove his face into her bare cleavage, his mandibles wrapping about one of her heaving breasts, digging into the flesh of it while the suction of his swallowing pulled on a stiff red nipple.

“Oh! Oh! Ohh!”

He was hurting her, killing her—it couldn’t be anything else when it felt so intense. She felt his fangs cutting across her areolas, not drawing blood, but making them oh-so-sensitive for when his tongue ran over them. It was like the heat of a torch held up to her flesh, made liquid. Her inner muscles knotted in need, her walls shuddering with each little motion of his tongue.

The Piamupits was mouthing her nipple, sucking, smearing it with saliva while his fingers cruelly kept her prisoner. And the thought of being locked into this, useless for anything else, only increased Naru’s exhilaration.

The points of his teeth needled into her tender flesh now, again stopping short of breaking the skin, but sending daggers of feeling deep below her vulnerable skin. As her terror rose, sweat jammed Naru’s pores, slicking down her tanned body. The Piamupits moved closer—flecks of blood from his closing wounds falling on Naru’s belly. Mingling with her perspiration and with the seed he’d already shed on her… what hadn’t come away with her buckskin.

It felt good… having his seed on her, his blood, his sweat, all mixed together with hers. Her cunt swooned, convulsing with a power that nearly flattened her to the ground. Her lungs expelled all their contents, leaving her breathless, while her thighs tensed, flexed, corded. She pressed her body to the Piamupits’s, instinctively rubbing skin against skin, feeling the ridged, textured, scarified flesh that was like nothing she’d ever known.

“All the time this is what you really wanted,” the Piamupits hissed out in a voice she didn’t recognize. Maybe it was really his.

“No, no, I don’t,” Naru said by rote. “You’re making me.”

“What you tell yourself,” the Piamupits whispered in a new voice before going back to her breasts.

Naru wanted to tell him he was wrong, but even if he understood her, she doubted he would be swayed. Yes, she wanted his mouth on her thighs, wanted to feel how the tender flesh there would react to the sharpness of his teeth, but he was making her want that.

And still she wanted it, and even more, perhaps running over her clit, touching it with the very tips of his teeth. Pleasuring her with a sensation that could become cutting pain at any moment. Naru could barely think, the prospect was so intoxicating.

“Ohhhh!”