Morning Hunt – another semi-erotic drabble that I may or may not add more to in the future! [primal play] [hunting] [fantasy]

The sun is just barely peaking over the horizon. Mist blankets the ground of the forest in front of me. I can feel your lips ghosting over my ear, causing a shiver to run up my spine. Your voice is barely above a whisper as you utter a single command. “Run.”

My heart leaps into my throat and my feet begin moving on their own. I’m flying through the trees, chilled air biting at my exposed skin, wind whipping through my hair. I run as fast as my body will allow, but I know you’re faster. I can feel you behind me, keeping a safe enough distance to enjoy the chase, to prolong your hunt. We both know it makes your inevitable victory that much sweeter.

I reach a clearing in the trees, soft grass cushioning my bare feet as I slow to a stop. My breathing is heavy, I’m practically gasping in the cold morning air, still trying to keep quiet. I don’t even hear you approach from behind me until it’s too late. My hands are trapped behind my back and your breath is hot against my neck as you press your body into mine. “Gotcha.” You whisper before licking up the shell of my ear and attaching your lips and teeth to my neck. I gasp at the sting of the bite, moaning quietly as your teeth scrape the soft flesh.

Suddenly I’m on my back on the grass, the dew cooling my heated skin. I close my eyes as your hands run up my thighs, shoving the cotton of my nightgown up in the process and exposing my bare core to your hungry eyes.

Some predators like to play with their prey before they devour it, and I know you are no exception to this. The way your nails drag lightly against my sides and down over my hips and thighs, it sends shivers through my whole body, and I can feel my nipples stiffen into sensitive peaks because of it. Then you begin kissing an ever so slow trail from my knee up my thigh. Occasionally you nip or suck at the soft skin, marking your territory as I writhe and gasp beneath you. But just before you reach my delicate folds you stop, let out a breathy chuckle, and begin the process anew on my other thigh.

I’m dripping before you even touch me, and the scent of my desire envelops you, begging for you to take me. Finally, you press a soft kiss directly on my clit and give a kitten lick up my slit, collecting the nectar that has gathered there. I can feel you growl at the taste of me and it makes me clench around nothing, a desperate whine echoing from my throat. I want you to devour me.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jn3u4u/morning_hunt_another_semierotic_drabble_that_i