“No cure, no magic potion, no hope” the little man said with a look of amusement on his face.
“You should have been more careful”
“FUCK!” she bellowed as she paced the room. “There has to be something.”
“You have until the full moon. Three weeks. You may as well start running now.”
“Someone must know something about how to break this”
“Well, there is a rumour about a man who has…… knowledge of these things.”
She strode across the room, grabbed him by the throat and lifted him out of his chair in the small library. She marvelled at her growing strength. The change had been rapid, almost alarming, she was stronger, faster and her senses were alive to her surroundings now, sight, taste and smell all heightening rapidly. Plus, she was always, well, horny lately. She couldn’t get sex out of her head. Men or women, no particular type… she was just full of lust.
“Don’t fuck me about,” she said, squeezing his throat.
“I am not even sure it’s TRUE! It’s a myth, a legend,” he gasped.
She dragged him over to the window.
“We are nine stories up. Talk or fly you little prick.”
“A man in London, called Davos, at the Wolf’s Head!” he shrieked in fear.
“Good, wasn’t hard was it?”
She let go of his neck and made for the door, not even glancing at him.
‘Three weeks,’ she thought, ‘is not a lot of time.’
She left the building and walked into the Paris night air. Her body was attuned to her surroundings, she would book a flight for London for the morning. Tonight, she had plans and her body was burning with anticipation of him. It had been a while and she was desperately in need to feel him inside her again.
The bar was a typically Parisian affair, even down to the bell that chimed as you walk in.
The barman looked up and smiled as he gave her the typical up and down look that most men and some women did. She didn’t mind, she quite enjoyed it.
She glanced and saw him sat in the corner, back to the wall as usual, his dark hair, eyes and skin giving away his southern French origins. He was large, hard and rugged and gave off an intensity that thrilled her. It was the threat of violence and danger that was a constant aura around him.
She walked over and sat down.
“Long time,” he said. “You look different.”
“Tough week” she replied.
“Drink.” He gestured at the bottle.
“Bed,” was all she said.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Very tough week” she replied.
He stood, throwing some notes on the table as they turned to leave the bar.
The apartment door was barely closed before they were tearing at each other’s clothes and kissing in a frenzy of lust and excitement. Clothes were removed in a flurry as hands and lips worked in unison to tease and explore each other. The smell of sweat and anticipation filled the room and invaded her senses, driving on the urges in her. He pushed her onto her knees on the sofa, tearing away her underwear and his strong chest pressed against her back as he kissed her neck, nibbled her lower ear and squeezed her pert, firm breasts from behind. She groaned in pleasure, feeling the joy of the moment rush through her body.
“I want you” he whispered in her ear, as his rough hand slid down her belly to between her thighs.
She gasped as his fingers found her clit and started to tease it.
“Fuck me hard and make me cum harder” she begged.
He slowly moved her forward, slid his lips down her spine and worked his way down to her pussy. She pushed back into his face as his tongue found her opening and slowly worked her with long strokes along her clit and lips, expertly finding all the sensitive parts of her.
He pushed his fingers into her, finding her spot as his gently started to rim her while he massaged her spot and clit with two fingers and his thumb.
“Mmm, baby” she purred, “I want you”.
He pulled away from her, the juices from her wet pussy glistening on his face. She turned around and sat naked on the sofa as he stood, his hard cock standing firm. She gripped it in her hand and teased the head with her tongue, tracing slow circles before slowly working her mouth down his rigid member. Her eyes found his as they locked onto each other, a small smirk on his face as he tightly gripped her hair and forced her to take more of him. She used her free hand to slide some fingers into herself, her lips throbbing in delight.
She took as much of his cock that she could. It was soaked in her saliva as she worked it with her mouth and hand while she frantically worked herself.
Her head lifted as she gasped for breath, her chest heaving and glistening in the light. He pulled her up and kissed her hard.
She pulled his head in close and growling in his ear “fuck me now, hard. I want you in me.”
He pushed her over to the sofa and bent her over, his erection touched her lips as he steadied himself.
“Fuck me” she demanded.
He thrust into her and she yelped and pushed back on him. His hands gripped her hips as he drove himself deep into her in hard thrusts, grunting with each one. She loved feeling him slam into her, his thighs and pelvis banging into her with a jolt and a slapping sound.
“Harder” she demanded.
He grunted, his hand tangled into her hair as the other gripped her hip. Nails dug into her skin as he pulled her back hard using her hair and hips as he slammed his hard cock into her wetness, the warmth so nice on his shaft.
“Yes, that’s it” she bellowed as her head snapped back as he pulled her hair.
Her hand slipped down to massage her clit as he slammed into her hard and strong, pounding into her cervix as pressure built within her. Her skin tingling as the scent of sex filled the room, driving her heightening sense of smell wild as the delirium of the moment was taking her. She began to groan in delight as he worked harder to get deeper in her, each powerful stroke rocking her as he pulled her hair back and thrust into her with great force.
The mixture of pleasure and pain was enticing her to an intense orgasm and she could feel the tingling heat spreading through her. Her legs began to quiver as she furiously worked her clit and he banged into her hard from behind. Her pussy lips gripped onto his hard cock, throbbing in delight as her body began to tremble. She felt him stiffen and jerk behind her and she felt him empty himself in her as she reached an intense orgasm, shaking and trembling as the last of him emptied in her.
They both collapsed forward, gasping. Heimlich resting against her back, panting into her ear as she felt him softening inside her, the hunger finally quenched for the time being, her heart pounding. He finally pulled out of her and slumped on the sofa, drained of energy and come. She slumped next to him, enjoying the moment, the flush of her body, the smells in the room, the sound of their heartbeats, it was overwhelming, intense and delicious all at the same time.
“That was different” he said softly.
“Like I said,” she replied, “tough week, a lot of frustration.”
“How long are you staying?”
“Leave in the morning” she replied, leaning forward and grabbing her underwear.
“I need a shower then to use your computer” she said getting up.
“As you wish.”
Across Paris the little man held the phone tightly, his anger never subsiding.
“She is tainted. Yes, I am sure. She is your asset. Ok, London tomorrow, the Wolf’s Head. Good.” He cancelled the call, sat down and smiled.
“Fuck you bitch” he said to the empty room.
Thousands of miles away on the west coast of America, a man lay in bed while the figure of the young lady he had not long finished fucking slept next to him. He picked up the buzzing phone and answered it.
“Yeah?” he said and listened quietly to the reply.
“Ok, where and when?” he said as he considered waking up the waitress for another round.
“Who?” He waited for the response.
“You fucking with me?” he waited, “no problem.”
He put the phone down and smiled, his hand slipping down beneath the covers and finding the round rump of the waitress. Fuck, he couldn’t even remember her name. She groaned and he smiled.
Today was turning out to be a good day, it wasn’t every day you got the opportunity to go hunting.
Especially when the target was your ex-wife.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lgz6iv/the_hunter_part_2